“Goodfuckinganswer, baby.”
I thrust my fingers inside her again and again, all the while rolling my thumb over her clit. And to her credit, Nellie’s gaze never wavered from mine. Not until I leaned forward and nipped her bottom lip. It was that last little bite of pain—pun intended—that sent her flying over the edge.
Only this time, there was no fear or trepidation. This time, she had somebody to catch her.
Chapter Eight
December 18th
Nellie
Iwas going to fuck Santa Claus.
Correction: He was going to fuck me—hard—and then frost me like a cookie.
Not that you would hear me complaining; he wasn’t the only one who had been dying for a taste.
My panties were clean soaked through by the time we stumbled into Austin’s apartment, a few minutes after midnight. From there, he was on me. A frenzy of hands, lips, and teeth.
He had already stroked me through the most intense orgasm of my life on the Santa Monica Pier, effectively helping me overcome two of my greatest fears in one fell swoop—heights and sex in public.
It wasn’t enough, though. It would never be enough, not until I made him mine, once and for all.
Austin had stoked a fire inside my veins that any second now, would singe us both to a crisp.
What a way to go.
His nose skated a line down the center of my thong, nuzzling deeper when he reached the damp fabric clinging to my crease like a second skin. I had lost my skirt before the door had snicked shut behind us. Tights and shoes, too, which meant I was bare from the waist down, save for the scrap of lace barely containing my pussy.
I tried not to feel too self-conscious when he inhaled my scent. Vagina smelled like vagina, no matter how much you tried to dress it up.
Austin didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, my knees buckled when he let out a warm breath, tickling every follicle of hair decorating my pussy. Thankfully, he was there to catch me. Again.
“Stand still, baby,” he whispered against my panties, teasing my lips through the soft material. “Let me play with this pussy.”
A surge of confidence rocketed through me. “It would be a lot easier if I were naked.”
“Somebody’s impatient.”
His cocky laughter vibrated against my clit.Fucking hell.Forget vibrators, somebody could make a killing auctioning off bearded men with belly laughs. At this rate, I might come again before he even got my panties off.
I thrust my hips forward, my patience running thin.
“It’s cute that you think you’re calling the shots.” His hands roved up the back of my thighs, coasting over the curve of my ass until they reached the scalloped edge of my panties. “But we both know who’s in charge here.”
He tangled his fingers through the straps on either side of my hips. “Isn’t that right, naughty girl?”
“Yes,Daddy.”
His fingers froze. I tilted my chin down to meet his fiery gaze.
“Say it again,” he growled.
My nipples swelled at the commanding tone in his voice. Gone was the cat dad who lived next door, the quiet neighbor who had brought me “get well soon” cookies. This was the man who had threatened to put me on the naughty list when I sat on his lap, the kinky fucker who less than an hour ago, had made me squirt all over a theme park ride.
Sweet, neighborly Austin was gone; bad Santa had come to play.
I threaded my fingers through his hair and pressed his face further into my pussy, gasping when his nose collided with my clit. “Please, Daddy. Make me come.”
