Page 9 of Say Merry Christmas, Boss

“Mmmmmm,” I cried as I built my orgasm higher.

“Cum on your fingers, baby,” he whispered, still holding my head where he wanted me as he thrust his cock in and out of my throat. “Show me how fucking hot you find this.”

I shoved two fingers inside of my dripping pussy, and grinded my hips against the heel of my hand. His cock hit the back of my throat deliciously and I fucking lost it. I cried out while he continued his thrusts, working myself over and feeling the rush of my orgasm flood my body.

“I’m going to cum down your throat for being such an eager little slut,” he warned, and God I wanted nothing more as I rocked on my fingers to wrench the last of my orgasm free.

He stilled as he came deep down my throat, both hands tangled in my hair. When he was done twitching he lifted me off and reached down to pull me onto his lap.

“Holy Hannah, you’re stronger than you look.”

He laughed against my neck and praised me, “you did such a fucking good job, Little Elf.”

I cuddled into his chest, letting my thighs cage him in.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He warned, noting my fluttering eyes. “I plan on seeing just how many of those I can get from you tonight.”

Hell. Fucking. Yes.

She listened beautifully, a good little filthy elf. I let her rest for a beat. I hadn’t lied to her when I said I wanted to see just how many orgasms I could give her. She responded so well to my words.

I was growing hard again thinking about it.

I ran my hand over her back, she was a big woman, and I couldn’t get enough of her. Some part of my brain knew I should slow down. That we needed to talk about a few things first, like, did she have a safe word? Was she on birth control? Tested for STI’s?

Fuck.

Running my hand through my hair I tried not to spiral.

When I looked down she was looking up at me with her icy blue eyes.

“Hi, Boss.”

Welp. My lips tipped up, without my permission.

“We need to have a chat about a few things, Little Elf.” I stated, and I could hear the cold detachment in my tone.

For what it was worth, she didn’t flinch, just moved off my lap and pointed down the hall, “bathroom?”

“Only door to the left.” I nodded in that direction.

She picked up her bag that she’d dropped during our…lusty haze, and disappeared behind the door, but she didn’t close it.

“What do you want to know?” Her voice drifted through the whole apartment like bells, and my jaw hit the floor. This woman, she wasn’t real. She was perfect, and she seemed to read my mind.

“How are you so…” I couldn’t find the right words.

“Adorable? Irresistible? A fucking goddess?” She supplied.

“Calm?” My brain conjured thoughts of her out every weekend with a poor fella left satisfied but broken hearted. There was no way she was single. “Please, tell me you aren’t seeing anyone.”

Her laugh bounced around the whole apartment, “single as Kris Kringle.” She stepped out of the bathroom, still clad in her Christmas lingerie and…fucking Christmas sweater patterned, knee-high stockings. “Well I guess the old man does have a wife, but does anyone ever see her?”

What the hell was she mumbling about? I couldn’t focus on anything except her legs. The way she leaned so confidently on my counter, like this wasn’t the first time. God help me, I was in way over my head with this woman.

“Areyouseeing someone?” She asked me, and I froze. I didn’t ‘see’ women, we fucked, they left, and that was that. It didn’t require any fan-fair, and I especially didn’ttalkto them. She giggled, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Uh, no.” I answered her, “I’m not seeing anyone.”

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