Page 47 of Santa's Wish
"Fuck me?" I'd been waiting for it all week. I'd even practiced prepping myself the way I'd seen Santa do it, working myself open with my fingers. "You'd better get these pants off me soon," I said. "Or I'm going to make a mess."
He removed my pants and underwear in a flash, but then he carefully inspected them before folding and setting them on top of my dresser. If he was that gentle with my clothes, I knew he would be careful with me, too.
I lost sight of him as he blurred around the room.When he reappeared, he hovered over me, his face inches from mine.
"Fuck!"
"That's the idea." He grinned. The lube bottle was cold against my thigh. He left it there, hiking my legs up over his shoulders and propping my lower back with pillows before I registered any twinges of discomfort. Then, he held me open and stared at my hole. Precome dribbled out of my cock while he stared.
His gaze flicked to mine, and he grinned. "Maybe my control is better than I thought. I want you to beg for me."
"Please?" I tried. I was beyond ready for his cock.
He had other ideas. He speared me with his tongue, every lick loosening my hole as I writhed, trying to get closer and take more of him.
Santa gave me exactly what I wanted, delving deeper and opening me up. His tongue was as strong as the rest of him, doing the work of two fingers in half the time.
He added his slicked fingers to the mix, and I almost blacked out from the pressure against my prostate. The overstimulation brought tears to my eyes, and I blubbered incoherently.
"Take a breath, sweetness, and tell me what you need."
I inhaled sharply. "Please." The word was high and needy. "Please fuck me."
He kissed the inside of my thigh. His laugh was downright wicked as he sat up and coated his cock with lube. "Where you at, sweetness? What color."
"Evergreen." I started to sing, "Oh, Christmas Tree."
He stopped me by gripping my throat as he slid inside me, not choking, but with enough pressure to shut me up. Fuck, he was good at prepping me. I still felt the burn, but it only added to my pleasure. I was going to come embarrassingly soon.
"It's okay, sweetness. Let go."
"Fuck!" I came untouched at his command, my cock spurting across my abs before dribbling into my happy trail.
Santa held my gaze as I came undone, his cock twitching inside me. He didn't move until I started giggling from hypersensitivity.
His first thrust cut off my helpless laughter. His second drove all the air from my lungs. Fuck, he was strong, and oh, so good. The way he tagged my prostate was almost painful, but not for long. I rebounded faster than I thought possible. My cock hit my abs with wet slaps as Santa pistoned into me.
"Fuck, sweetness, I miss your taste."
I sucked in a breath as Santa adjusted my hips and tossed another pillow under my back. He leaned forward and captured my lips with his while still hammering my pleasure spot. I'd expected him to bite me, but he kissed me instead. I loved the way his hardabs rubbed against my cock as he fucked both my ass and my mouth.
His hand on my cock felt even better. He stroked in time with his steady pace and peppered my neck with delicate kisses.
I lost control of my voice, babbling nonstop while Santa continued to test my limits. My legs shook and sweat rolled down my temples as he pounded into me.
I would feel it tomorrow. I wanted to feel it forever.
My second orgasm hit me so hard it took my breath away. Santa's hips stuttered and slowed. Then he froze above me, his whole body still except for his cock as it pulsed inside me.
Santa placed gentle kisses along my jaw and neck while I tried to breathe again.
"Merry Christmas, sweetness."
I mumbled something back, maybe distinguishable words, before I passed out.
CHAPTER 14
SANTA
