Then he was back, his warmth covering me, his large body blocking out everything, his thick cock, now encased in thin latex, nudging at my hole before breaching it. Stretching and filling me and making me complete.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, forcing him further into me, and the air rushed out of my lungs as he filled me in one smooth glide. My body opened for him, stretching around him, burning with the width of him.
He was so tall, so much taller than me, that his entire body covered mine as he bent over me, cocooning me. My mouth latched onto his skin, just beneath his shoulder, and my nails dug into the smooth skin of his back as he moved inside me.
He wasn’t gentle and I thanked every deity in the universe for it. I didn’t want gentle. I wanted hard and fast and rough. I wanted to feel him on every inch of me. Wanted him to own me.
And he did.
Bal pounded his thick cock into me, angling his hips to perfectly hit my sweet spot. Tiny, breathy cries escaped my lips with each stroke of his cock, each slam of his hips, and I was helpless to do more than cling to him and enjoy the ride.
Each flex of his hips pushed me towards that tingling sensation, towards my orgasm. Only this one was so much better than the ones before it, so much more. His cock seemed to grow inside me, stretching and filling me, until I thought I couldn’t take anymore. The pain was an intense pleasure that I couldn’t get enough of. Then his knot was catching at my rim, begging to be let in, to bind us together.
“Yes! Please, yes!” I cried out as his knot caught and held and my cum erupted, spraying my stomach, as well as Bal’s. Ididn’t even remember touching myself, but I had come just the same.
Bal’s muscles tightened beneath my grasping hands, his cock growing even thicker, before he grunted, shaking. Heat grew in my ass where he filled the condom, before collapsing on top of me, and everything went black.
Hard plastic tapping my lips brought me out of my blissful reprieve. Cool water trickled over my lips, and Bal’s rough voice ordered, “Drink, sweetheart.”
Obeying him was easier than it should have been, and all kinds of sexy.
I drank a few mouthfuls, before he took it away. Hands brushed my sweaty locks from my forehead gently. The bed dipped and strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me to him.
Snuggling into his chest, I was amazed at how well we fit together. It made no logical sense. He was over a foot taller than me. Nothing should have fit right. But we did. All my parts aligned perfectly into his dips and curves.
“Time is it?” I mumbled, eyes closed.
“Not sure,” Bal tucked me closer, one large hand cupping my ass cheek. “We slept for a while. Are you hungry?”
The thought of food had me wrinkling my nose, and I shook my head. “I can never eat until my heat is over. I’ll be fine.”
I could almost feel the frown marring his face, but he didn’t argue.
Raising my head to peer at him from under my lashes, I realized what day it was. “It’s Christmas Eve.” Or it had been when my heat had started. It very well might be Christmas day by now.
Bal tucked my head back onto his chest. “Yeah.”
“But…you’re here.”
“I am.”
“Stop being obtuse,” I grunted, realizing I desperately needed to pee. Pushing off him, I grumbled, “Bathroom.”
When I was finished, nearly having to stop and ask him for help getting there, since my knees felt like Jell-O, I gingerly climbed back in bed. I tried to stop the wince that crossed my face, but I wasn’t successful. My hole ached, and while it was a pleasant ache, it ached nonetheless. Between my fingers and Bal’s cock, I felt well and truly used.
“Sore?” Bal looked troubled by the thought.
Laying my head back on his chest, I drew lazy patterns over his smooth skin. He had no body hair, except for the dark silver patch of curls his cock lay nestled in. “Yes, but I don’t mind it. Now, why are you here and not down at the workshop, making sure all is right in the world of Santa?”
“Because you needed me,” he whispered so quietly I almost didn’t hear him. But I did. And the way my heart soared at his words alarmed me.
Instead of analyzing whatever feelings were brewing inside me, I ignored them. “But who is taking care of things? Who ismaking sure Nik gets everywhere on time? And what about your precious naughty and nice list?”
“Anderson, my assistant, is running things this time,” he stroked a hand down my back, resting it on the curve of my ass. Which was covered in dried slick, I knew from when I had gone to the restroom. Honestly, I had slick everywhere. I wondered if I should get a quick shower while I had the chance, before another round of heat began.
“You have an assistant?”
“Yes,” he mumbled, “now shush. You should rest while we can.”
