Page 41 of All I Wank for Christmas

I kiss the tip of her nose and grin against her skin. “I want to say goodbye to you properly. Think those tights can come off for me one more time?”

She reaches down and pulls her tights down her legs in one movement, bringing the panties with her and kicking everything to the side. She pauses and picks up her panties before pulling them out of her tights and handing them to me. “Here. A souvenir.”

“I get to keep them?”

“You got me a magnet. I’ll give you my panties. You seem to like them, so it’s a fair trade.”

I shove them in my pants pocket again and grab her hips until she’s straddling me. She goes limp in my arms like she trusts me and anything I want to do to her, and her lips meet mine in a lazy kiss. Looking up at her, I take a mental snapshot of just how beautiful she is on my lap. The snow in her hair. Her hair framing her face. My hands move up her hips until the skirt is back up around her waist where it belongs when she’s on my lap.

She undoes my pants before I know what’s happening, and she takes a condom out of the small package, tears it open, and rolls it down my erect length. I buck into her hand as she rolls the condom on. Every nerve in my body sings, and my eyes flutter shut when her fingers trace the head of my dick as she pinches the end of the rubber.

She runs her hands through my hair before bringing her finger to my chin, tilting it to look up at her. “Look at me, Jasper. I want to see you.”

I open my eyes. As hard as it is, I need to look at her as she slides down my shaft. I force my eyes open, even as hers close when she impales herself to the hilt with a groan. I moan in return like we’ve lost the ability to talk and can only communicate in grunts and gurgling noises.

She wraps her arms around my back and pushes her face into my neck. “Fuck, Jasper. You feel just like I thought you would. Deep. Hard.”

I grip her hips and pull her into me as I thrust up, not able to get enough of her. Her pussy tightens around me with every inhale of her breath and relaxes when she exhales. I can time when her pussy will tighten and release once I get the rhythm of her breath against my jaw. I throw my head back against the headrest, and she drops warm kisses across my neck while she rides me.

When I do look down, I catch the reindeer watching me fuck Holly. Their blinking eyes watch us without a sound, and they don’t move. Honestly, I couldn’t give a shit right now if I have an audience of animals that are supposed to respect me as the new Santa soon. I’m too busy consuming this woman.

I take deep breaths to inhale her scent, committing it to memory. I need to remember the smell of her skin. I inhale the slight scent and taste of the bacon sandwich on her lips, and the smell of her hair with the slight hint of apple shampoo as loose strands trail my upper lip. The earthy scent of her not-recently-showered body isn’t offensive. It’s arousing and natural. Something in the human evolutionary line must make us love the smell of a woman’s sweat and want. A drop of sweat runs down her temple, and I lick it away, savoring the salty taste on my tongue.

Our mouths meet as she grinds down hard on my cock. “Jasper,” she hisses when I move my finger around to her asshole.

“Do you like that when you’re fucked?”

“Yes,” she moans. “Just a little. Not a lot. And don’t pull it out like you’re starting a lawn mower.”

I chuckle and flick the tip of my finger over her puckered hole. The sensation pushes her into me further, and she brings her hand to her clit. “Yeah,” I coo, nipping at her neck. “Help me out. I bet you like everything rubbed down there all at once, don’t you?”

I heckle her, nudging her with my nose. I teasingly kiss her collarbone and pull my finger away from her asshole until she whines for it back. Only when she stops rubbing her clit, do I resume playing with her butt. We push and pull at each other until her entire body tightens.

Desperate, I use my free hand to pull her shirt up and move her bra away from a nipple. The cold air has the pale pink nub pointed and practically trembling for my mouth. She rubs her clit harder and faster as soon as I latch onto it, sucking and licking. Fuck, even her tits taste good. Does every part of her taste good?

“I’m going to come, Jasper. Don’t stop! Please don’t stop.”

I come off her nipple to groan in pleasure at the sound of her voice while she’s about to come on my dick. She sounds so urgent – so pleased with what I’m doing to her.

She clenches around me and arches her back as my teeth clamp gently over her upper breast. I don’t draw blood or bite hard enough to bruise. It’s just a love bite to let her know that she may be enjoying an electrifying orgasm, but I’m still down here. Still here for her and wanting her to come but also wanting her grounded with me. We’re in this together like we’ve been together in some form of shit all night.

I lap at the small red mark I made, and pride swells through my chest. It may be vampiric and filthy, but she’s mine now, even if the mark will be gone in an hour. Her eyes flutter, oblivious to any pain or enjoying the combination of pain and her orgasm coiling through her body. If I had to guess, it’s the latter. She moans and whimpers my name as she grips her legs tighter on my sides. She bucks, arches, and squirms over me until she shatters around my cock, shaking and trembling.

The world tilts on its axis, and stars burst behind my eyelids as her pussy throbs around me. I can’t get close enough to her. I want to consume her or crawl into her chest and stay there. The idea of pulling my cock from her body and separating is unthinkable. I’m damned to miss this woman for all eternity if I can’t figure out a way to be with her.

My mind splits into several thoughts. Love. Adoration. The obsession to figure out a way to be with her, even if it means giving up everything I’ve ever known and everything I’ve been destined to become. I’ll give it up in a heartbeat if she asks, but I know she never would. I may die of the pleasure she gives me. I may die from a gorgeous woman riding my dick in my father’s sleigh.

I will destroy anyone or anything that comes between my quest to be with her. I need to take this sleigh home, do the after-Christmas duties we usually do, check on Dad, and get the fuck back to bumfuck Pennsylvania to get this woman.

I hope she misses me while I get back home to handle business. Maybe giving her a couple of days to center and think about our options is what we need.

With a grunt, I release into the condom as she swirls her hips and coos filth into my ear that I don’t process because I’m not thinking straight. I can’t think of anything butmore. I want more. I have to have more.

We stay entwined and sweaty for minutes until she kisses me on the cheek and slides off my lap. I force my limbs to work and unroll the full condom, wrapping it in the plastic bag from the gas station. I’ll dump it in the trash when I get home.

She quietly rolls on her tights yet again, and I buckle my pants. When I look up, the reindeer are still staring. “What are you looking at?” I grunt at Prancer. She’s not the only one looking, but she’s the only one I can practically see smirking. If reindeer can be Olympic judges for the sex event, she stares at me like she’s the Korean judge and giving me a six for the dismount. “I know you’ve never seen a Santa get laid before, but I feel you judging.”

“Is this the part where I say thanks?” Holly asks. Her voice is quiet and husky like she slept all night instead of delivering toys with me.

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