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Even before the first stroke.
My pussy’s pulsing around him as he slides all the way out, then drives himself all the way in. His fat girth stretches me just to fit him inside. I’m immediately full, literally stuffed with St. Nick’s dick.
My eyes roll to the ceiling, and I let out a breathy moan.
Pleasure wells up inside me like pressure that’s building.
When he starts moving, it’s over. I lose my last grip of reality. St. Nick fists my hair and drags back his hips only to slam forward and fill me up. He grunts as he takes me, fucking me hard and deep.
I arch my back, forced to remain upright by the silk ribbons tied around my wrists. Air puffs out of me trying to keep up with him. It’s a lost cause as the Christmas lights in the room blur and the intense sensations I’m feeling ripple through me.
I’m left to moan and shake and thrash.
St. Nick lets go of my hair and reaches under me to torture my clit some more. The bundle of nerves pulses against his fingertips as he rubs it in furious circles.
“My naughty whore was born to take my cock,” he growls, bottoming out inside me.
I scream and my spine vibrates from the pleasure that shoots through me. I’m so close, I can practically feel my orgasm already.
But St. Nick won’t stop ’til he’s satisfied. ’Til he feels I’m sufficiently punished and the fantasy has reached its end.
He picks up the folded belt and cracks it over my ass as he pumps into me.
My loudest cry yet leaves me. The combination of his dick deep inside me and the burning sting of leather is almost too much.
Itistoo much as he brings the belt down a second time.
Right over my swollen, reddened, sensitive brown flesh.
My body gives its hardest yank against my restraints. My pussy clenches tighter around him. He rumbles out a growl and smoothly strokes himself in and out of me. His movements come fast and aggressively, yet with a smooth rhythm that’s addictive.
That feels so impossibly good when he hits the right spot.
And he almost always does—St. Nick fucks my pussy like he owns it.
And he does—in this moment, I’m his naughty little whore who wants every deep stroke, every lash of his belt, and every dirty word he has.
The sting explodes across my backside as the belt comes down a few more times before he tosses it aside altogether.
He grips my hips and fucks into me ’til a raspy cry pours out of me and I’m convulsing against the silky binds.
The pleasure is deafening. It’s explosive, blowing through me like a bomb that’s detonated. For seconds to come, I’ve blacked out, lost in a sea of hot pulsing waves.
I come to just as St. Nick’s coming. He pulls out of me in enough time to shoot his release on my lower back and ass, painting my brown skin in creamy streaks.
We’re both still buzzing with pleasure. He’s dripping with sweat as he reaches over me to undo the binds and then drags me toward him, planting a deep kiss on my lips. It’s only as the kiss ends that I’m lucid enough to notice the Santa hat’s still perched on his head.
A delirious little laugh leaves me. “Damn… that was…”
“Yes, darling?” He grins.
“The best ever,” I manage before I’m melting in his arms and he’s picking me up off the bed for cleanup and aftercare.
CHAPTER 9
Kendall
“Merry Christmas, darling,”Nicholas rasps the next morning. He kisses me, dragging my body—and the sheets I’m wrapped up in—toward him. He’s back to being the warm cinnamon roll he is in daily life, his hazel eyes twinkling. “Did you sleep well?”