Page 54 of The Santa Rules
“Want what?” she asks just as two men come around the corner carrying a very large, very ornate Santa chair.
“That was supposed to go to the school,” she protests, and the two men carrying the chair stop.
“It’s not a problem,” I say, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I can run it up there later this week.”
“Want us to put it in the garage?” Ned asks.
“Yeah, lemme move my car,” Bella says, grabbing her keys and shoes, leaving me with Ned.
“I hope you guys get some good use out of this. I’m happy to see it have a new home,” Ned says.
“You aren’t using it this year?” I ask.
“Nah, we haven’t had nearly enough little visitors to make it worth hiring a Santa. Kids just don’t believe like they used to. But I think putting it up at the school is the perfect spot for it. Maybe it’ll help reinvigorate the magic for them,” he says, clapping a hand on my shoulder as he turns to leave.
I slip on my shoes and walk outside to the garage, just as the guys are taking off after Ned.
“Ugh, I hope Amber doesn’t hear about this. She already came to my classroom earlier this week to give me shit.”
“The fuck?” I ask.
She waves me off. “It’s fine. I handled it. Are you sure you can get this to the school by yourself?” she asks as she sinks into the massive chair.
“Not a problem. I can bring it up there this week.”
“Really? I feel like you’ve been doing all the heavy lifting with the workshop, and I’m just telling you what to do.”
“What if I like it when you boss me around?” I say, closing the garage door as she follows me with her eyes, swiveling in the seat to watch me.
I stalk back over to her slowly, my movements deliberate as the garage door slowly lowers, the only light in the space filtering in from a small window in a door in the corner.
“Is your garage light out?” I ask, looking up at the operator mounted to the ceiling.
“The light burnt out a couple years ago. I keep meaning to replace it, but I don’t have a ladder.”
“I’d be happy to help with that,” I say, looking down at her as I hook a finger under her chin and tilt it up to me.
“You would?” she rasps as I tuck a loose hair behind her ear and then slowly sink to my knees. “What are you doing?”
“Well, you are sitting on a throne.” I run my hands up her thighs as she slowly parts them. When I find the waistband of her leggings, I pull them down as she lifts her ass. “It’d be a shame to waste an opportunity to worship your pussy on a literal throne.”
She kicks off her shoes and wiggles her feet a little when I get her leggings to her ankles. Once they’re clear, I toss them behind me and spread her legs.
“No panties?” I quirk a brow.
“I told you, I’m an optimist.”
Hooking my hands under her thighs, I pull her to the edge of the seat and bury my face in her cunt. As soon as her tangy taste hits my mouth, I groan in appreciation and eat her with enthusiasm, licking, sucking, and nipping her clit as she rocks underneath me.
“So fucking good. I’ve been dying for another taste. Are you going to squirt for me again?” I crook a finger inside her pussy as I stroke her G-spot.
“Oh shit!” she cries. “I am if you keep doing that.”
Lowering my head, I devour her. She’s so wet, making a mess on my face as I keep a steady pace, lapping and flicking her clit while I continue stroking her inner wall in a come-hither motion.
Her head falls back, a moan escaping her lips as she bucks harder against me. I want her to use me and take what she needs until she can’t hold back anymore. And then I want to lick her clean. This woman makes magic wherever she goes, and I’m going to repay the favor, one orgasm at a time. An ache builds deep in my balls as I watch her fuck my face like her own personal toy, climbing higher and higher toward her climax.
“Oh God, yes. Yes, Hardy. Fuck. I’m coming!” she shouts as she squirts all over my face. Her scent is addicting, her tasteperfection. I gently lick her clean, careful not to overstimulate her sensitive clit as she comes down.
