Page 61 of The Santa Rules
He climbs onto the mattress, straddling me as he grips my jaw and forces it open, pushing his thumb inside as I suck it clean.
“Now taste the mess I make of you,” he commands as he lowers his face to mine and thrusts his tongue in my mouth. The tangy taste of my arousal hits my tongue and ignites a frenzy in both of us as I place my bound wrists around his neck and pull him closer to me.
When he rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him, I move down his body, grinding against his cock proudlyreaching up his stomach. His hands grip my hips, halting my movement. “Condom.”
“I’m on the pill, and my last test was clear.”
“I asked for an STI screening at my physical last week, but I haven’t been with anyone else in years.”
“Are you telling me I can ride this fat cock bare?”
“Fuck, you can’t talk to me like that right now, or I’m going to come in two pumps.”
“Then fill me up and fuck me so hard that all the dirty thoughts escape me, and all I can do is moan.”
He lifts my hips and guides me onto his cock, pulling me down inch by inch. He thrusts slowly, letting me adjust to his size, and I lean against his chest, my bound hands stacked one on the other as I grip him to steady myself.
This new position feels incredible. Normally I prefer doggie style, but he has the perfect length and girth that each thrust hits a spot deep inside me that has me on the edge already.
His grip on my hips tightens as he starts fucking up into me, making the bells on my Santa hat jingle with each snap of his hips.
“Oh fuck, this cunt feels so fucking perfect. So fucking mine.” His pace increases as he reaches down to pinch my clit.
And then I’m free-falling over the edge into a bliss so deep and so wide, I feel like I’m drowning in an endless abyss of pleasure.
“That’s it, Bells. Squeeze this cock, milk me for every drop of my cum. It’s yours. Fuck, it’s yours,” he growls as his movements get sloppy and he stills inside of me, and I feel a rush of warmth as he fills me with his cum. I collapse onto his chest, our breathing in sync as we cling to each other.
“Bells? Where did that come from?” I say, popping my head up and arching an eyebrow.
“I dunno. I think I was starting to say Bella and then I kept hearing those bells each time I thrusted into you, and it just came out.”
“Is it weird that I like it?” I say as I gingerly slide off his body, rolling onto my side next to him.
I watch as he looks down at his cock and fists it, collecting the cum that leaked onto him. Then he rolls me to my back, pushes my legs open, and slaps my pussy hard, rubbing the mess we made around my opening before pushing it back inside as I gasp.
“You forgot something, Bells. This cunt is mine. And I want it full of my cum. We’re going to go back downstairs and wrap those presents. And I want to do so knowing that you’re so full of me it’s dripping from you.”
The mouth on this man. “Now this is a Christmas tradition I can get behind.”
CHAPTER 20
HARDY
Aswitch has flipped inside me. After my talk with Avery this morning, I’ve been consumed with thoughts of Bella. Everything I’ve been holding in for weeks has suddenly come bubbling to the surface the same way a soda fizzes and overflows when you fill the cup up too quickly. It’s messy and raw, and I’m scared as fuck, but there’s something in her eyes that tells me that we’re going to be okay. That moment in the truck—when we stared into each other’s eyes—was a turning point for me.
Something about the way that Chuck guy looked at her and the way Amber spoke to her had warning bells going off in my head. It’s not the same kind of danger I felt when I arrived on the scene of the fire that took Lydie, but it told me that Bella wasn’t entirely safe. I realize there is nothing I can do to shelter her from the hurtful words or lustful gaze of others, but I want to protect her the same way I want to protect Avery. Like she’s already part of my heart, part of my family.
And I almost told her. But like a fucking coward, I chickened out. So I forced her to see the sincerity in my eyes, to feel the longing in my touch. If I couldn’t say the words yet, I wanted her to know how I felt in other ways.
Until that asshole kept knocking on our window, ruining the moment.
Now she’s sitting across from me at the kitchen table, squirming in her seat as she shows me how to crease the paper just the right way so it doesn’t wrinkle. And all I can think about is that crease between her legs stuffed full of my cum. She keeps biting her lower lip each time she leans forward, and it makes my dick twitch.
I’m in my mid-thirties and I’ve already fucked this woman twice today, yet I feel like I could go another round and still not get enough of her. And part of me wants to take advantage of this time alone because who knows when we’ll get another opportunity like this again? I can’t keep leaving Avery with Maggie when I promised not to give up any more time with her. I already feel guilty about that, but I could justify it because these Santa lessons are for her. But I don’t want Avery to feel like I’m choosing someone over her. I would choose them both. And Isaac too.
We empty all the bags we bought today, and when I look at the pile of stocking stuffers, it looks too small in comparison to how big I picture her stocking in my head.
“I might need to get Avery a few more things. I’m not sure that small pile will fill her stocking.”
