Page 60 of The Santa Rules
“Oh, I’ll make sure we both finish.”
I throw my head back in laughter. “I love this side of you,” I say, cringing at the fact that I keep saying love, especially after that moment we shared in the parking lot earlier.
“And I love…” he trails off, and his almost confession hangs heavy in the air between us as he eyes my lips.
Is it too soon to feel this strongly about him? Could I love him already?
“I love this. Spending time with you. And not just you—all of us, Isaac and Avery too. It feels like a little piece of my soul heals every time we’re all together. Like I was meant to find you on that call that night so you could be a part of my life, our lives.”
He moves around the table, gathering me in his arms as he pulls me tightly against him. I can feel his heart beating wildly in his chest and it comforts me knowing that I might not be alone in this feeling.
“I’m so thankful you’re helping make Christmas special for us. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
Then his lips are on mine and all my resolve goes out the window as he lifts me into his arms, grabs the spool of ribbon, and carries me up to my bedroom. My arms rub up and down his thick biceps as I wrap my legs around his waist.
When he sets me on the edge of the bed, he pulls his shirt off, exposing his sculpted abs and the slutty little V lines that disappear into his pants. I can’t help but trace one with my finger as he pulls his pants and boxers off and then helps me take off my clothes as well. The only piece of clothing remaining is the Santa hat on my head just like he promised.
There’s no slow striptease when you’re a parent. It’s a race to get naked so you can spend the bulk of your time exploring each other. And do we ever.
He grabs the ribbon, pulling a section of it free as he holds my hands in one of his and winds the red satin around my wrists. There’s just enough left on the spool to bind my hands but nothing else.
With a single hand, he gently pushes me back against the mattress. “One day, I’m going to bind your entire body in ribbon, or rope.”
My breath hitches in my throat at his promise as my chest expands against his palm.
“Would you like that? Being covered in my knots? Restrained so I can have total control over your pleasure?”
All words escape me as his words play out in my mind like a wonderfully dirty movie, and I nod.
He slowly leans down, trailing a tongue around my nipple while his hand pinches the other, squeezing it between two fingers. Every nerve in my body is on fire as he pulls my nipple into his mouth and flicks it rapidly with his tongue.
“Holy fuck!” I moan as he somehow manages to flick it faster while rolling the other with his fingers. I can feel his hard length against my thigh, and I try to move my hips to position his cock against me, but I can’t with the way he has me pinned down, so I settle for humping against his leg like a dog in heat. I’m so desperate for release, I’m practically begging. “Fuck, Hardy, please keep doing that. Please.”
And he does. This man doesn’t say a word, doesn’t nod, he just keeps flicking his tongue as I shamelessly grind my pussy against his thigh. Between the pinching, humping, and the otherworldly flicking, I feel the early tingle of my orgasm build and I let out a low moan when he abruptly pulls back.
“You don’t come until I say you can come. Nod if you understand.”
I quickly nod, overcome with lust at the feral look in his eyes.
“This pussy is mine. Mine to eat. Mine to tease. Mine to fuck. Mine.”
Okay, I love this side of him. There is nothing hotter than a man who knows what he wants in the bedroom. Who isn’t afraid to boss me around and bend me to his will.
He pushes off the bed, grips my thighs, and pulls me to the edge as he kneels. God, this man really does like eating pussy.
“I want you to wrap your legs around my head so tight you worry about my ability to take in oxygen. I want you to smother me in your arousal until it’s all I can breathe, all I can smell, and all I can taste.”
When he presses his face to my pussy, he teases my lips until I’m so wet, so desperate to have him touch my clit thatI’m bucking frantically against him. Placing his arm over my lower abdomen, he holds me in place, forcing me to endure his teasing torture as he pushes his tongue into my opening, swirling it all the way around before thrusting it in and out.
My legs are limp on his shoulder when it hits me that I’m not following his directions, so I wrap them around his head, using my calves to guide him further up my pussy. And he goes willingly, lapping at my clit like it’s his last meal and he hasn’t eaten in days.
Every color of the rainbow flashes behind my eyelids when I pinch them shut, reveling in the sensation of his tongue against me. He slides his huge palms up my thighs and under my ass, gripping my cheeks as he buries himself further against me. I’m so close, so damn close as I press my thighs into the sides of his face and try to grip the comforter with my bound hands.
Right as I’m about to come, he pries my thighs open and pushes off the bed, standing back from it as he inhales deep breaths.
How? How does he know each time I’m about to come? I let out a frustrated sigh as he takes a step toward me.
“Do you see what you do to me?” he asks, fisting his cock, and I watch as he swipes his thumb over the tip, collecting the precum there. “Taste the mess you make of me.”
