Page 40 of Santa's Baby

Time stands still for a moment, both of us locked in a fucked-up version of our imagination. There is a vulnerability about her that strikes me in the heart. Something in her stare that holds secrets as deep as mine.

But then they disappear.

She grits her teeth with more determination and forces that fist sized bastard right into her, holding it in position as she tries to push it back out with everything she has. Her cunt splays like a holy fucking flower, and I see her muscles straining.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

“Push, Tiffany. Push!”

She’s pushing against something that will never come out, because she’s holding it in position, but she tries so hard that it makes her face go red and her pussy dribble around the intrusion.

Fuck, she’s trying to birth a fucking dildo, and I’m sure my cock is fucking leaking.

“Now come for me! Push and come for me!”

For me.

I shouldn’t have switched the focus, but it fucking works.

The sweet chubby cherub sits up on the bed and wrenches her leg underneath her to hold the dildo in position. She pushes and strains, and strums her clit like a woman possessed, pouring with sweat from the effort.

One touch of my cock and I’d be done for. I’d be fucking done for.

“It hurts,” she says. “Oh, fuck, it hurts. But I want it, I want it so much!”

“You can do it,” I tell her. “Come on, Tiffany, you can do it.”

I know her body can come, even when her mind is lost to her, and so it happens. She screams this time, a spurt gushing around the dildo as she rubs her clit like she’s on speed. And then she collapses, her whimpers almost like sobs.

“Again,” I say, and she barely takes a breath before she starts up rubbing her clit some more. “That’s it, dirty girl,” I say, and she manages a smile.

“I’ll do it as many times as you want, Reuben.”

My hands are trembling as I watch her, because I want to touch her so badly. I’m hovering, fit to burst and about to break my resolve when a noise sounds out from across the room.

The alarm is sounding on my phone.

Time’s up.

I have to suck in a breath to regain some form of composure. I’m so close to breaking. So fucking close.

Luckily, the jangle of the melody is enough to bring me back to sanity.

Just like I prayed it would be.

10

TIFFANY

Istop strumming my clit, thinking it’s the fire alarm for a second, until Reuben pushes from the bed, goes over to the dresser, picks up his phone and switches the alarm off. He puts the phone down and smooths his suit jacket. I’m out of my mind as I watch my suave boss. He’s still fully dressed, whereas I’m the total fucking opposite. I’m a heaving mass of naked flesh, sweaty and sordid.

I just tried to birth a fucking dildo.

I played a game I never play. Ever.

My heartbeats are pangs of need, and I hate them… but Jesus Christ, I need more.

“Time’s up,” he says, and my guts twist so bad it hurts.