I do as he says, following every instruction as he kneels over me, stroking himself as he straddles my hips, using long, slow strokes that turn the head red through the green tint. I work my breasts with both hands from the top down, just like you would milk a cow, and it only takes a single squeeze before I’m jetting milk onto my protruding center, the warm milk tickling my sensitive skin as it rains down. I squeeze and squirt as he jacks off, then he starts to moan, and a swelling dark pride fills my chest knowing I’m the source of his pleasure.
Me. I’m making him moan and swallow and lust.
“You’ll remember tonight, won’t you?” he asks, his head tilting to the side as he starts to thrust his hips now. I reach down as I nod, sliding my fingers over my pussy, starting to writhe as more milk spills on my round belly. “You’d better. I’ve fucking ruined you for other men now, Cindy Lou. You’ll only ever want big Grinch cock from now on.”
I nod. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
I stare at the crazy, tinted length of his phallus as a tugging want curls its claws into my belly. “Please, Mr. Grinch… I want my Christmas gift.”
“Oh, I bet you do.” His hand moves faster. “And you’re going to show me how much you enjoy it. You’re going to swallow every last drop.”
With that, he pumps harder, faster, his fist a blur. Then, one more time, his body turns rigid, his mouth twists, and the first jet launches into the air over me.
Strings of cum land on my stomach, on my tits. A drip hits my chin, and I moan as I work my clit until my own climax bursts to life inside me. He leans forward, using his hard-on to mix cum and milk, then shifts so that his cock is in my face. I open, and he slides inside, the head still swelling, hot and red and covered in cum and milk.
“Suck, Cindy Lou,” he whispers. “Enjoy your Christmas pacifier.”
He pulls his cock out of my mouth just as I start to suck, wipes the head over my lips, over my face, covering my cheeks and stickying-up my hair.
We’re both panting, staring at each other in the heart-pounding silence. I reach out, and he meets my hand in the air, lacing our fingers together in a connection that I can no longer deny.
“Good girl,” he breathes, his fingers squeezing mine as I smile so big, my cheeks start to ache.
Then there’s a knock at the door.
“Anyone in there?” Comes a deep male voice from the front of the house.
I open my mouth to answer, wondering whether to shout for help. Grinch shakes his head, and the implication is clear:Don’t you dare.
“I’m here,” I call back as Grinch pins me with his eyes, our hands still connected between us, my body covered in cum and milk and sweat.
“Ah, good, thought you’d be in bed. This is Deputy McMaster. Storm’s brought a tree down on the road out here. Power might go out before it’s fixed, and, well, your mother and stepfather told me you were up here alone. They’ve been trying to message you and call, but you’ve not responded. Colbert sent me out to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine,” I shout back, thinking of what privilege and money can buy. Like sending a deputy sheriff out in the middle of the night on Christmas. “Just having a quiet night.”
There’s a moment’s silence as the Grinch half turns toward the door, listening.
My attacker’s cock is still at half-mast, and for a split second, I’m frozen.
Do I scream? If I don’t, will I ever get away?
Do I want to?
In that second of distraction, I dart my hand upward, sink my nails into the rubber covering his cheek, and tear the mask away, sticky glue peeling in strings from his flesh.
“All right then,” the sheriff shouts through the door. “I’ll be back out here in the morning to check how you’re doing. Colbert made me promise I’d put eyes on you, though. Can you just open the door so I can tell him I saw you, and you’re okay?”
I smile up at my stepbrother who is looking down at me like we just scratched off the winning price on a Lotto ticket.
“Nodeal!” We shout back in unison our eyes locked together.
I stare into the face of the man I never should have loved, breaking into a smile that makes my cheeks ache.
Our sick, twisted fantasies have come to life as a Christmas miracle.
He’s out. He’s here. He understands me like no one has before.
