His fingers hold me open as he eats my ass right here where I’ve played checkers with Isabel, studied tort reform, and listened to Colbert make business deals as my sister and I ate popcorn and watched reruns of Third Rock from the Sun.
The crackling warmth mixing with the blackness of the dirty pleasure he’s forcing upon me is so erotic, I’m starting to lose my grip on reality at this point.
His lapping, wet sounds make my nipples harden as he drops a hand back down to my pussy. A finger pushes into my entrance, sliding inside as teeth pinch the fleshy part of my ass, sending me bucking forward, then back.
“Daddy,” I moan. Saying that name out loud makes my head start to spin, heart battering against my chest as I push onto his finger. The smell of the fire mixes with the scent of his drying cum on my face and my own arousal.
“When I’m finally finished, you’ll be quite content. Little Cindy Lou Who will be finally spent.” The rhyming is back, and God forgive me, but he’s quite good at it. It adds another decadent layer of arousal to the moment. “For I’ll take what I want and leave nothing behind, like the baddest of Santas with the dirtiest mind. He’ll fuck you silly and leave you slimed.”
If Dr. Suess had a huge, muscle-bound, hot, X-rated psychotic brother, this man would be him.
He’s working two fingers in and out of my clenched opening, his tongue pushing again at my back entrance, and the combination of sensations makes me feel like I’ve transcended to another level of consciousness.
Then, a third finger joins the others, the stretch a stinging turn on. And, God, more... A fourth finger, I think.
“Look at you opening up for me.”
I clench my inner muscles, trying to hold the intrusion in place. “It’s too much.” I drop my head, my tits swinging heavily under me, my belly low, and the baby shifting and turning inside me.
The sensations are overwhelming. The situation beyond bizarre. But I feel like I don’t have to pretend anything now. There’s no point. This isn’t going to end, because whether he finishes me or not, it will live in my memory forever.
I choke on something like a sob as he ignores my plea, pushing, pushing, as my flesh burns and stretches my toes curling.
“Fuck, that’s pretty,” he growls, my opening pulling around his penetrating fingers. It hurts. God, it hurts. I wiggle my hips in an effort to relieve some of the discomfort and let him farther in, because even through the pain, it feels so damn good. “Now, this is the hard part, Cindy Lou. Deep breath, Santy’s whole hand is going inside.”
I gulp and hiss as the pressure builds. He’s shoving his entire hand inside me, pushing, burning as I tense my face but try to relax myself down there, hoping, hoping I can live through the discomfort.
Then, oh shit, then…he’sin. All the way in. His other hand rests on the small of my back as he kneels next to my hip. I hear his breathing pick up as inside me, the violation curls into a fist.
“Baby’s going to give me a fist bump,” he says with a wicked laugh, dragging his clenched fist forward and back inside my body.
The thick ball of his hand moving, moving, and God, it feels so good I hate it. I hate him. I hate me. But all that hatred only pushes me closer and closer to the edge of a dark pleasure that, at this point, I don’t know if I’ll ever come back from.
I stare straight forward as the pleasure pulls me down, the snow whipping around in the moonlight outside as he fist fucks me, and my orgasm flickers back to life. I scream into the void that’s sucking me down, down, down.
“Dirty little slut, letting some stranger fist your cunt while your baby daddy isn’t here. Don’t worry, it’ll be our little secret. I won’t tell anyone that you prefer a green Grinch dick to whatever you’ve had before.”
“Oh, God… It feels so good…” I whimper, moving with him now, my belly dragging on the soft fur rug as I go forward, back, forward, back. “Don’t stop.”
“Oh, trust me, I’m not fucking stopping.” He draws back out. The reverse pressure at my opening makes me imagine what it’s going to be like when this baby comes. What kind of mother thinks about giving birth when she’s being fist raped by a Grinch mask wearing psychopath?
This girl, apparently.
The orgasm tears out of me with such force, blackness takes my vision. Wild, maniacal sounds rip from my throat as my muscles spasm, my feet slamming up and down onto the rug as I start speaking in tongues.
The lust haze doesn’t part for what feels like forever as liquid heat spills from my body, gushing down my thighs as I tear white fur out of the rug. Then finally, in a panting fit, I let my chest fall to the floor, turning my head to the side to see that fucking Grinch mask staring back at me, a curling grin on my tormentor’s face.
The sucking release of pressure as his fist slides out of me nearly sends me sideways on the floor, but he steadies my hips with his hands before he’s kissing my ass, my back, my shoulders, then he puts the cherry on top of all the sweetness with a red, hot, stinging slap to my butt cheeks.
“Yee fucking haw!” He calls out as I bite back a laugh. This is legit ten levels of bananas what is happening right now, but he doesn’t give me a chance to think on that too long before he hardens his voice again and stands next to me. “On your back, Cindy Lou.”
I shake my head. “I can’t. I need to catch my breath.”
“No, you’ll do it, I want you to watch.”
With an effort, I roll onto my back until I’m staring up at him. He’s naked now, his jeans discarded in a heap on the floor, his massive, green, thick cock standing up proud and loud as he holds it, his hand sticky and slick with my juices.
“Milk yourself,” he says, nodding at my breasts. “Don’t tell me there’s no more in there because I know there is. Spray it all over that baby-bearing belly. I want you a Christmas mess from head to toe.”
