I waited until the sound of their footsteps disappeared before opening up Nellie’s note again. She had slipped it into the pocket of my Santa coat nearly an hour ago before disappearing down the basement steps. Thankfully, I had waited to read it until after the kids—minus my naked nephew—had gone to bed. It would have been mighty difficult to hide an erection in this suit.
“Somebody once told me that only good girls get what they want for Christmas, but I’m hoping you’ll make an exception, just this once.”
I groaned, palming my greedy cock through the velvet pants. Role-playing aside, Nellie knew that I would give her anything she wanted, plus a healthy dose of what she needed. All she had to do was ask.
“All I want for Christmas is you, Santa. Fuck me, use me, fill me up with your cum. Tonight, I’m your toy. I’ll be waiting downstairs, in a special outfit I picked specifically for you.”
I took off for the basement like an animal unleashed. It took all of ten seconds to reach the bottom step, and when I did, I nearly came in my pants. That would have made for one hell of an awkward trip to the dry cleaners.
There she was—my naughty girl—standing in the middle of my sister’s rumpus room, wearing nothing but a scrape of red lace . . . and faux white fur trim. She might as well have been naked.She will be soon.Even under the glow of the twinkle lights strung around the room’s perimeter, I could see the patch of hair between her thighs and the pretty pink nipples threatening to break through her teddy.
“Did you read my letter, Santa?” she asked, batting her long eyelashes at me.
“I did.”
“And?”
Nellie bit her lip coyly, waiting to see what came next.
“And I think it’s time that Santa taught you what happens to girls on the naughty list. Come here.”
She slunk toward me, her hips swaying hypnotically. My breath caught when she ran her fingers down my chest, toying with the edges of my coat.
“Did I say you could touch me?” I growled, grabbing her wrist. “On your knees.”
Nellie's eyes widened, a mixture of fear and excitement flashing across her face. She hesitated for just a moment before slowly sinking to her knees, her gaze never leaving mine.
“My naughty girl,” I said, my voice low and husky.
With my free hand, I slowly undid the buttons of my red coat, revealing the bare skin beneath. I was suddenly grateful I had decided to forgo the undershirt tonight. I guessed I had Char to thank for that one; she kept her thermostat higher than Death Valley six months of the year.
Nellie's gaze dropped, drinking in the sight hungrily.
“Eyes up here,” I commanded, giving her silky hair a sharp tug. She gasped, her attention snapping back to my face. “Now, I think it's time you showed Santa just how sorry you are for being so naughty.”
I released her hair and stepped to the corner of the room, sitting down in the plush armchair that was typically covered in kids’ toys and extra blankets. Spreading my legs wide, I beckoned her forward with one finger.
“Come here and unwrap your present.”
Nellie crawled toward me, her movements slow and deliberate. When she reached me, her trembling hands moved to my belt buckle, her eyes locked on mine the whole time. Slowly, seductively, she unbuckled it, her soft fingers brushing against the erection tenting my pants. A low growl escaped my lips as anticipation coursed through me.
“That's it,” I rasped. “Take it out, baby girl.”
With a shaky exhale, Nellie pulled down my pants and boxer briefs, revealing my hard length. Her eyes widened, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned forward and ran her tongue along the swollen head of my cock, sending shivers down my spine.
“Beg for it.”
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please, Daddy,” she purred. “Please let me have your cock.”
I couldn't hold back any longer, not when she was asking nicely.
With a growl, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and guided her mouth.. Looking up at me again with big, beautiful eyes, she placed her hands on my thighs before leaning in and licking a stripe up the underside of my throbbing cock.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
