His answer was a hum against my pussy, the vibration shooting up to my core. My thighs trembled, and he fingered me deeper, thrusting in and out as he redoubled his efforts on my clit.
Oh God, he was going to make me come here and now without my having felt his huge dick.
“Matt, please. I want your cock. I want you to fuck me,” I moaned—begged, really. But I didn't care. He was driving me closer and closer to the edge, and I was desperate for him.
Just when I was about to hit the edge, he pulled away from me. His pupils were dilated from lust, and as he stood, I trailed my nails down his perfect muscular chest, down his washboard abs, down the hard bulge in the silky boxer briefs.
Matt huffed a laugh and gave me a little push to the bed.
“You going to give me everything I want this Christmas?” I asked him sassily as I went to the bed. I sat against the headboard, watching his muscular torso twist as he shed himself of the boxer briefs to reveal one hell of a cock.
I goggled at him. “How have you kept that package hidden under the tree?”
“Please don't use Christmas puns about my cock.” He stroked himself from root to tip, but he was already so hard he stood out straight and proud.
“I can't promise anything. Leave the Santa hat on and get over here.” I crooked my finger at him, and he joined me, pausing only to fish out a condom from a bedside stand.
The moment it was rolled on, I pulled him toward me, in between my legs, teasing myself with his hard, thick length.
“I’m not fucking you with this hat on,” he growled, yanking it off his head. His fingers found my pussy again, stroking the silky wetness. His eyes locked onto mine.
“It would be better with the hat,” I said with a gasp, my legs spread wide for him as he worked my pussy.
“I don’t think so,” he said, his large hands on my thighs. Then he was in me, thrusting his long thick cock into my aching pussy.
I moaned, my hips making little circles as my pussy stretched around his length, letting him fill me.
“Still want the hat?” Matt growled.
I whimpered.
Matt drew out and thrust into me hard.
I moaned, tipping my chin up, and his lips kissed a line down my throat as he picked up the pace. Soon, he was pounding into me, hard and fast. I reached up to brace myself against the headboard to keep from being shoved up the bed. This was exactly what I wanted, what I needed. Every time he drove into me was like a spike of pure pleasure through my core.
It brought me closer and closer to the edge, and I cried out, wordless in rising ecstasy.
My orgasm crashed over me, and I felt myself tremble around him.
Matt didn't let up for a moment, pulling me close and pounding hard. Then he came with a grunt of his own, burying himself to the hilt and stilling inside me.
Afterward, I lay there in a daze, Matt half wrapped around me. One large hand rested right under my boobs. I felt like I was floating away on Santa’s sleigh.
Ring!
“Sure is a noisy sleigh,” I murmured.
Ring! Ring!
“Rudolph, your phone is ringing.” I rolled over to snuggle against Matt.
“That’s not my name. And it’s not my phone.”
“Well, shit.” I dragged myself over to the side of the bed and patted around on the floor for my purse. The phone was vibrating, and I had a million texts.
“Jingleball!” my mom cried on the other end of the line when I answered. “You didn’t tell me you were dating a billionaire.”
Oh no.
