“Jesus H. Christ.” He stands in one motion, lifting me as if I weigh nothing. My legs wrap his waist instinctively and I feel is cock jutting out like a steel bar. He keeps his grip on me while I slide down to my feet. Then he grabs my wrist and yanks me through a side exit into a dim service corridor with chairs stacked against the sides. We keep walking until we’re in a well-lit hallway, back in a main area of the hotel.
“How the fuck did you know about the riding lesson? How did you know I was even here?” he snaps, practically spitting.
I hold my chin up, forcing myself not to be intimidated. “How the fuck do younotknow how much I love you?” My voice cracks. “I’m so sorry for hurting you, Billy. Please don’t fuck anyone else. Please don’t.”
He backs me against the wall and furiously cups my jaw, tilting my face up. “You were the one who fucked your ex. Don’t you dare tell me who I can’t have.”
“Then fuck me too. I know you must be horny and dying for pussy. Especially a tight one, like mine.” I shamelessly grind against his thigh. “Fuck me first. Right now.” He steps back, but he’s so turned on I see the veins pulsing in his neck and his cock looks obscene in that suit. He’s breathing like he ran ten miles; his green eyes are dark with lust and anger, but I don’t let it scare me. I know he wants me, and if he’ll only give me this one night, I can make him forgive me.
“Please, Santa, play with your little fuck toy,” I whine in that breathy baby voice he used to beg for, pinching my nipples through my blouse.
Billy’s eyes go feral. In one stride he closes the gap, slams me against the corridor wall, and the impact rattles the picture frames. His body cages mine. His broad shoulders and carved chest are all I can see as his thick, angry cock grinds into my stomach. “Were you serious about letting me do anything to you?” His voice is gravel. “You really want me to take out my revenge, and use you like a slut?”
I drag my fingers between my legs, coat them, and lift them to his mouth. “I’m already dripping imagining Santa’s big cock drilling my wet juicy pussy.”
With his green eyes blazing fire, he inhales with his nostrils flaring, then grasps my hand and hauls me toward the elevator. We don’t get that far. He stops next to a random door, jerks it open and shoves me inside a supply closet with him. I vaguely make out shelves of towels and smell linen and cedar. The door snaps shut.
“On your knees.” He barks. “I said, get down on your fucking knees.” He pushes on my shoulders, and I drop to the cold cement floor. He clasps my head and presses me against his hard cock. I hesitate for a second, and he snarls. “I scheduled a riding lesson tonight with someone who likes it rough. I specifically asked for a woman whodoesn’trequire a warm-up. Someone who’s wet and ready. Now, open your damned mouth.”
His hand is giant, more catcher’s mitt than palm, and it clamps down over the back of my head. “Suck me off, fuck toy.” His voice doesn’t even sound like his. He’s so mad at me I don’t recognize him, but I’ll bet a thousand other women would.
He was a major baseball star, the very best of the best, and told me how his fans used to throw themselves at him. Sometimes things would get rough and wild. It was always completelyconsensual, and he loved it. I’ve always wondered if he toned down his needs for me, and now I know. This is what happens when Billy’s unleashed, and I kind of love it. It’s a total turn-on to have him want me so much he’s losing control.
He wrenches his fly down with a metal click. I tense up and hesitate, just a second, but his stiff cock is already out, and he rubs it shamelessly against my mouth, leaving a streak of pre-cum on my lips. I know he senses my hesitation. “I don’t need this kind of bullshit, especially from an ex who fucked around on me. I told you I have another woman lined up. Someone who won’t think twice. Someone who’s craving my cock.” His tone is so matter-of-fact, it might as well be a weather report. He fists my hair harder and pulls my head back as he inches forward. “Open your mouth, or leave.”
I cringe at the word “leave” because he isn’t joking. I’m still in the running, but barely, and only if I do what he wants. What I promised him I’d do. I look up, and in the lack of light can hardly make out his face. If he looked down and could actually see me, he’d realize how ready I truly am. “Please don’t make me go, Santa. I know I’ll make you happy.”
I press my tongue against his length, dragging it from base to tip, tasting salt and sweat, then sink my lips over the head and swallow him, inch by inch, until I feel his pulse at the back of my throat. He doesn’t go slow or let me adjust as his massive cock fills my mouth. He grunts like an animal and thrusts into me. “You want me to take my anger out on you,” he growls, clutching my head, thrusting again. “Is this what you want?”
He pulls out, leaving me with the taste of him thick on my tongue. “Yes, Santa. Your big cock is all I want. Please give it to me.” I don’t resist when he rams back into my mouth, not this time. He shoves in deep and holds, almost choking me, until every nerve ending in my body is on fire and I’m dripping with need down my legs. This is the craziest, hottest situation I’veever been in, new for us, and next-level amazing. I can’t imagine doing this with a stranger, but with Billy? The only man I have ever truly loved? I’m all in.
“Take it,” he says, thrusting forward, forcing my lips wider, as the head of his cock hits soft resistance. I gag, but he doesn’t let up; his huge hands anchor my skull in place. “All the way. Open for me, and milk Santa’s big cock dry. Suck it.”
I hang onto his thighs and tighten my mouth around him, adding pressure as he crudely saws in and out. He grips my head, and I stretch my mouth wider for him this time, and he slides back in, deeper. I hollow my cheeks, suck hard, and he shudders, jerking me forward until my nose is buried in the soft white fur of his Santa jacket. I hear myself making half-moan, half-sobbing noises, but I don’t care. My world narrows to only the frantic pressure of each slick, pulsing inch of him in my mouth, until I’m dizzy and numb and almost delirious.
He’s gone full animal, rutting and snorting with every muscle in his thighs and stomach going iron-rigid. Hissing, groans, and sloppy wet sounds fill the closet as he pumps into me furiously. He buries himself in my mouth one final time making a guttural feral noise. His balls slap against my chin, and he roughly keeps me against him, impaled. I feel the base of his cock pulse hard, then harder, then he spills his seed down my throat. My gag reflex spasms around it, but he holds me in place, making sure I swallow every drop. I always do, but this, this is so different. It’s a power play I didn’t even realize I loved.
He lets go of my head, stands where he is, and his breathing begins to normalize. I pray he’s forgotten about his riding lesson and I’m enough for him. Is he still angry?
“On your feet, sex girl.”
As I rise, I hear fabric shuffle as he zips himself up. I wipe my lips with the back of my hand and straighten my blouse and skirt. I reach for the doorknob, and his big hand covers mine.
“Not so fast. You’re not going anywhere until I’m finished with you.”
Chapter three
Billy
Having Kayla show up looking like my fantasy dream girl with her irresistible stiff cherry-sized nipples and no fucking panties was the last thing I expected to see. Of course, there’s no damned way I can resist her. I never could, and probably never will. I clench her hand, dragging her down the hall like a goddamned caveman. I’ve already had the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced, and I’m ready to pump her full of come again, the fucking love of my life who shattered me.
I swipe the key card, pull her into my room and pin her against the door. I haven’t kissed her yet, and have been holding back for too fucking long. My lips crash against hers. I shove my tongue into her, tasting slick heat, and fuck her mouth, exactly the way I’m going to fuck her pussy. Kayla’s panting and humping my thigh. God knows she’ll only beg for more. Kayla and I are made for this. I break from the kiss unable to keep my eyes off her.
“Look at Santa’s naughty little fuck slut,” I bark. She’s unbelievably sexy with her perfect tight body and erect nipples poking out of her shirt. I could come all over her. “Look at these.”I growl, staring down at the way her breasts are mashed and heaving against my chest glistening with sweat. I still have her pressed up against the door. “You’ve been parading around like this all night, haven’t you? You like teasing all the guests with these fucking perfect tits, don’t you?”
“No, they’re just for you. I’m all yours. All of me.” I mold my big hand around her right breast and squeeze the tip, elongating it, making her moan. I can smell her juicy pussy from here. “You think it’s cute to run around this resort like a goddamn Christmas cupcake, practically naked, with every man drooling over you. Well, here you go. This is what you fucking get.” I bend, capturing her nipple between my teeth through the sheer fabric of her blouse. I suckle, bite and tug until she’s moaning so hard she’s barely able to stand. I release it with a wet pop and quickly latch on to the other nipple, leaving a trail of spit like an animal.
My cock is thumping, pulsing and dripping with need for her. I’ve never seen her more turned on. Her back is arched, she’s pressing herself against me, raking her nails down my back, panting like she’s about to come. I’m sure as fuck not going to wait. In one move, I slide my arm around her waist. She’s so small, and my palms are so huge they span the entire width of her hips as I lift her off the floor. I grip her ass cheeks and hold her with her knees buckled and legs dangling.
