“Hold on to me,” I bark, and she flings her arms around my neck. I adjust my hands under her, tugging her higher with her skirt riding up over her waist. Then I part her silky thighs and push up into her perfect pink glistening cave. “Oh, fucking hell. This tiny pussy is going to be the death of Santa.” I feel my balls tighten, and the pressure start to build as I thrust deep into her and fuck her hard and fast. She’s so petite I easily bounce her up and down on my cock, grunting like a beast, drilling up into her. She makes a helpless, guttural noise, and I suck her shoulder, not holding back, clenching my ass cheeks and pistoning up intoher. “That’s right, fuck girl, keep those legs spread, make Santa happy, just the way he wants it.” She’s breathing in ragged gasps and the sound makes me unglued, feral, demanding and needy. Perspiration slicks are bodies and I feel the sweat dripping down my back.
“That’s a good fuck toy, letting Santa ride you rough.” My balls are wound up tight, filled with come ready to unload. She’s fucking heaven, and shebeggedfor this. I smirk, literally pinning her to the door with her legs shaking violently. I thrust into her vise-like dripping cave. She’s at my mercy, and if I know Kayla, she’s loving not being in control.
“Santa’s got you now.” I grind into her in a way that makes her whole body go slack. She’s babbling nonsense, begging and cursing me in the same breath, and I only fuck her harder with one hand tangled in her thick blonde hair and the other squeezing her ass tight.
“Oh God.” She cries out when I hit that sweet spot inside that drives her crazy. I shift, tightening my grip on her hips, and grind her down on my cock. “Please stop, or go harder, or just fucking end me right now.” I laugh at how limp and boneless she is in my arms.
“Good girl,” I purr deviously, changing my angle and find the spot again that makes her toes curl, claiming her, imprinting my dick on her soul so she’ll never forget me. “You’re fuckingminetonight. Do you hear me, toy? Mine.” I grunt, slipping my hand between us and relentlessly thumb her clit. She cries out and her cunt clamps around me, spasming, and milking me. “That’s right. Milk Santa dry. Take it all.”
She comes so hard, she doesn’t even scream. She makes an animalistic high keening sound and I fuck her through it, without slowing until I’m swept up in the torrent and grunt, letting go, filling her to the brim with my seed.
***
Kayla
He slowly sets me down on my wobbly legs. His nostrils flare, as his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths. He’s only thirty-five, my age, but isn’t he tired yet? I’m ready to pass out. But then I notice the clock in the seating nook and realize he still has plenty of time for his riding lesson date. It’s only nine fifteen.
Billy stares down and flips my skirt up, exposing my bare pussy. His pupils dilate, and he grunts when he picks me up and slings me over his shoulder, marching past the bedroom, the small TV area and into the kitchenette where he lays me face down on the table. “Don’t move,” he husks. Then I hear the sound of a zipper and his clothes rustling.
Strong warm hands grip my thighs and spread me open wide. “Hang on, and show me how wet you are for me.”
I find my second wind, knowing if things go south tonight, I’ll lose him forever. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t have done with him tonight if he’d asked me. I love Billy and trust him. I know no matter how crazy and feral he acts, he’d never hurt me physically.Only my heart.I do as he says and grip the farthest edge of the round table and lift my pelvis, wiggling my ass as a bonus. The thought of me stealing him from another woman has me dripping. I know it’s twisted, but it does. “Use me, Santa. Fuck your toy.”
He mumbles something under his breath, and I feel him against my butt crack, hard as a rock. I catch a glimpse of his face over my shoulder. His eyes are dark, he’s flushed, and clenching his jaw in a tight smile. The effect I have over him sends a fresh thrill through my body.
Billy lets out a rough, primal, no holds barred grunt that rattles my bones. I clutch the table tighter, and he nudges his slippery head against my entrance, teasing me, making me whimper and beg him to claim me. Before another sound comes out of my mouth, he presses into me, as I push up ontohim, feeling myself stretch around his girth. He grabs my hips, sinking his thumbs into my flesh, and hauls me back onto his cock as if I weigh nothing.
“Ride me, fuck doll!” There’s no gentleness, only hunger and muscle, as he shoves himself inside me until the air is forced from my lungs and my ass stings from the slap of his pelvis. His fake fur costume tickles my thighs as he pistons into me. The table groans under us, and I know I’ll be bruised tomorrow, but all I can do is push back, matching his rhythm, desperate for every inch.
His hands are all over me, rough and squeezing, leaving red fingerprints on my skin. He leans in close and licks my earlobe. “That’s my good greedy girl, taking me so snug, so hungry for my cock,” he rasps, hotter than fire, punctuating each syllable by driving into me deeper, faster, and harder until the sensation blurs into one. His big palm spans over my lower back, pinning me to the surface, while his other hand gropes between my thighs, spreading me wider, as if to prove just how much of me is his to take. “Look at you,” he growls in a voice shredded with lust, “still dripping my come, all slick and messy, all for me.” If he keeps talking dirty, I’m going to climax before he knows it.
He lifts my blouse over my head and licks a stripe up my spine, filthy and wet, and then bends to snarl into my ear, “You were made for this. Tell me you want me, Kayla. I need you to say it again!” Billy drives into me again.
“I want you more than anything. Take your revenge out on me and no one else. Give me every drop.” The table bucks beneath me. He reaches in front of me and rubs hard, fast circles around my clit, grunting, gripping me tight while fucking me.Oh my God … I’m going to come.He quickens his pace, possessively tightening his hold on me, which only turns me on more. I feel the pressure mounting in an ever-tightening spiral. I white-knuckle the end of the table locked in anticipation. Every timehe drills into me, my need spikes. He must know what he’s doing to me, how close I am to going over the edge, as he grinds down on my clit with the heel of his slick palm, covered in my wetness. When I moan, he cuts me off.
“Don’t you fucking dare come until I allow it,” he snipes behind my ear. “This is for me, not you. You’ve already created a disaster, haven’t you?” He pushes in, and the impact makes my entire body jolt forward. I bite down on my lip, straining.
“Hold it,” he hisses, snaking a hand up to tangle in my hair and tug my head back so I’m arched and splayed. “After everything you did, the least you can do is control yourself.” He presses his lips to my ear and kisses me. The gentleness of his kiss is so at odds with the tone of his voice, I’m confused. “I’m going to make you addicted to me and ruin you for anyone else.” He pumps into me, making slow agonizing circles around my clit with his fingers, and I start to shatter. My body is fighting me, shaking and spasming with every muscle clenched. I think I might black out.
Billy bites my shoulder. And then it hits me like a freight train, the pleasure explodes through every fiber of my being, radiating in waves of ecstasy. I convulse around him, and cry out deliriously, coming so hard I almost break in half.
“Now, you’re going to get it. Squeeze those little pussy muscles tight,” he chokes out, diving into me with his pulsing cock and then thrusts again, grunting and panting, in so deep his balls slap against my ass cheeks. “Milk my cock, Kayla,” he chokes out. “I’ve missed you. Fuck ... Oh, fuck, baby.” Billy sweeps his arms around me and gasps, coming hard, pumping his seed into me.
Even though every inch of me is dying to flip over and ask if he meant what he said, or if it was only sexy talk, I stay where I am, feeling his rapid heartbeat against my back. When he straightens, I slowly scramble off the table to find him standing,staring at me, looking like he might cry, or? I’m not sure what’s happening.
Then he laughs. And the sound is such a relief and so incredible it makes me laugh too. “Why exactly are we laughing?” I ask between giggles.
Billy takes me by the hand and shuffles with me to the oversized mirror next to the bar area. “Why? Look at us.” We both stare at our ridiculous reflections. His Santa suit is bunched around his ankles. The fake beard is draped over his back. My shirt is completely open, and my skirt is hiked up under my breasts. My hair looks like it’s been through a shredder. We both burst into laughter again, and when I catch sight of the clock and see how many hours have flown by, I cover my mouth to hide my reaction.
“What are you looking at with that devilish grin of yours?”
“It’s almost 3. Aw shucks, I think you missed your riding lesson.”
Chapter four
Billy
I’ve been watching the slow rise and fall of her naked back under the sheet and the way her blonde hair spills across my arm. Last night we soaked in the tub together, and I kissed every inch of the skin I’d missed for weeks. Now she’s curled into me like she belongs here, because she does. For the first time since everything went to hell, I’m not knotted with rage and regret.
