“Good girl.”
Her hips lifted as she squirmed in her seat a little at that, and it mademewant to lick her from top to bottom.
I brought her hand back to my erection, and her palm was warm, soft, wet, and ready.
She stood and turned us around until the back of my thighs hit the throne and I sat down.
“I want to sit on Santa’s lap,” she said as she straddled me, hovering above my crotch like a tease, her skirt hiking up around those juicy hips. Watching intently, she tentatively tugged on my shaft. “Is that good?”
I tightened my grip around hers. “Tight is good,” I said. “You don’t have to be gentle with me.” I pulled her hand roughly along my length. “That’s good.”
A determined smile curled across her lips, like now that she knew what felt good, she could replicate it. She ran her hand up and down my cock, finding the perfect rhythm.
My toes curled as tension coiled in my belly with every pull. I let go and reached up to cradle her face in both my hands. “You’re such a diligent student, Winnie Baker.” I loved holding her like this, like my whole world was right there at the tips of my fingers.
With her eyes hooked on mine, she ran her tongue along her hand before picking up the pace. She pulled her gaze away to watch her work, to see what she was doing to me. How she could control me with one simple motion.
I was torn between that perfect fucking face and the red flush crawling up her chest and the sight of my cock seeping onto her hands.
“I—I’m gonna come, Winnie, I—” I wanted to be polite. I wanted to come into my shirt or at least warn her, but before I could say another word, her fist jerked and the head of my penis brushed the lips of her bare pussy, and I came un-fucking-done.
Warm ribbons of ejaculate painted the insides of her thighs and the image of it dripping against her porcelain skin made me wonder if someday I’d have the honor of watching my come leak from her.
Ecstasy tore through me as she continued to jack me off, milking every ounce like she’d get goddamn bonus points for it.
I threw my head back against the padded throne, my chest heaving in this dank little strip club private room. “You’re a quick study, Mrs.Claus.”
She leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek before standing up and licking my fluid off the tip of her finger. “Let’s do that again.”
Little Winnie Baker was a horndog. And I was living for it.
That night, after we took the trolley back to the inn, she pulled me into the alleyway to dry-hump me like a teenager, bringing herself to a shuddering orgasm against my thigh.
Watching her fall in love with pleasure was turning out to be one of the greatest delights of my life. It was like when someone took a bite of my pizza for the first time, and they had a giddy, blissed-out expression on their face. Except witnessing Winnie compete in the Orgasm Olympics was way better than any slice of pizza.
The next morning as we walked to set, she buzzed with energy. “It’s, like, all I can think about! How do people get anything done like this?”
“It’s why I almost flunked out of tenth grade,” I said. “Pretty much rubbed this little guy raw. So many sticky bedsheetsand missing socks. My poor mother. And I thought I was so smooth—like she didn’t know exactly what I was up to.”
Winnie covered her mouth, but it didn’t hold in the relentless laughter.
“Finally my dad told me that I had to do my ‘business’ in the shower, but that only pissed off my sister, because suddenly my showers were three times as long. There was no winning!”
“I finally get all those jokes about humping pillows and stuffed animals. I feel there’s a constant game of Can I Hump It? playing in my head.” The wordhumpcame with a very sweet pink blush on her cheeks.
“Well, for the sake of research, my body is a hump-friendly zone.”
“Kallum?” she asked as we stopped at a crosswalk near the production office. “Thank you.”
“For letting you jack me off in the back of a strip club? Uh, not a problem.”
She punched my arm gently. “Well, for that, yes. But also for being so nice and not teasing me for all the things I don’t know... and for just letting this be fun. I didn’t know this could be fun. I didn’t know what I was missing.”
I threw an arm around her shoulder, and for some reason it felt friendlier than I wanted anything between us to ever feel. “It’s an honor. Before you know it, you’ll be strutting around that set with uncontainable big dick energy.”
“BDE!” she said proudly. “One of the secret company pillars of Wishes of Addison.”
“My mom loves the shit out of her, by the way.”
