Page 14 of I Saw Krampus Kissing Ms Claus

“Let me hear those noises that you promised me.” His tail pushes deeper, filling me with his twisting length, stretching my walls until I release the gasping wails, the moans and the keens that have been building in my core. The needy little gasps that make me embarrassed with other lovers and he soaks them up, fucking me harder and faster.

He is gasping now too, making heated little breathy noises and whispering promises in my ear. I’m perfect. I’m beautiful. I’m all he’s ever wanted. If I come for him, he’s never going to let me go. He’s going to mark me as his forever. He’s going to fill my pussy up with his big, thick cock. He’s going to take everything he’s ever wanted from me.

I lose track of his words in my own heated cries and his tail flicks up, sparking a heat deep inside me.

“Yes, there, there. Please. Krampus. Right there.”

And he heeds my words, hitting that spot again and again, until I am shuddering and clenching around him. He rides me through it not stopping until I jerk hard pulling his hands away from me.

“Too much.” I whisper. “I can’t.”

He releases his hold, but his arms catch me, steadying me against the wall, stroking my shoulders as he whispers more words of beauty and praise.

“My beautiful Saint Nik, so many naughty thoughts.” He presses little kisses to my collarbone.

“I’m not yours.” I say again. He doesn’t stop gently caressing me with his words and his touch.

“No? So my naughty girl isn’t hungry for punishment?” His bright eyes shine down on me. “You wouldn’t open your mouth and suck my cock if I promised to come in your mouth?”

My breath catches. My gaze drops to the bulge in his pants.

“Go ahead.” His fingers stroke across the back of my neck. “I know exactly what you want.”

I consider arguing, but the gleam in his eye says that he can read my emotions, he can see the lust rising in me, the desire to know what he tastes like. There’s no use playing coy with a demon like Krampus.

“Get on your knees for me.” It is half a command and half a question. But the darkness in his voice has me obeying his words, lowering myself to the ground so that I am eye level with his crotch.

He unzips his pants and a long, hard erection springs forth. It’s longer than I expected, and thicker. With knots along its length, like a tree branch, they make me imagine how it would stretch me as it slid into me.

And fuck, why didn’t I do this ages ago? Why didn’t I forgive him years ago?

“Ready to find out what I taste like?” He asks.

My mind rockets back to the present moment, and his hand runs along his own length, squeezing in a glorious way that brings a shining drop of pre-cum to his tip.

I hear myself squeak a response and then I lean forward and lick over him and swipe the liquid into my mouth. Krampus gives a satisfying groan at the motion.

He’s hot and soft, and the cum is almost sweet with a thick sticky texture and a burn at the end.

“Is this eggnog?” I murmur before I lick him again and again. Exploring the taste, slurping greedily at the flavor of him and letting my fingers trace the shape of him, the thick knots along his shaft almost like a tree limb. I can imagine the way they would feel sliding in and out of me. I comb my fingers across his thighs, petting the velvet soft fur that covers that part of him as well. I should have known how good he tasted, how good he felt, a long time ago.

One of his hands braces against the doorframe behind me and the other traces across my face, my hair, like he can’t stop touching me.

“There’s my nice girl. Doing what she’s told, looking so pretty on her knees.”

“I’m not your girl.” I cannot stop myself from saying it, even as I have to remove my mouth from his shaft. As soon as the words leave my mouth, his fingers card deep into my hair, tugging hard, making me gasp and twisting my face to look up at him.

“But you are so good at doing what I tell you to do.”

Heat burns through me at that. He catches both of my hands and pins them to the wall above my head.

“Open your mouth wide and let me fuck it.” He says with a grin. “Let me ride it deep and hard and cum down the back of your throat.”

My thighs burn at the thought, but my brain wrestles with giving him that kind of control, allowing him that kind of power over me. My lips press closed.

“Or, if you don’t do what you are told, then you can accept a punishment. Maybe a spanking for not doing what I say?” His voice is hard. I can hear how much he wants it. “Your choice, Saint Nik, naughty or nice?”

The question makes my pussy clench, but I know what I want. I open my mouth to submit.

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