Page 77 of Santa's Baby
His eyes are stern when he grips my chin. His stare is piercing.
“Fuck proposals. This has nothing to do with sex for cash, or filthy plans set out in stone. What I want isyou.”
“Want or need?” I ask with a cheeky smirk.
“Need,” he says, and kisses my neck. “Did you hear that?Need.”
“Yeah, well, that makes two of us. Another case of two peas in a pod, because Ineedyou, too.”
“I’ll never get tired of you saying that,” he says.
“Same goes, Santa. So give your naughty girl some dirty treats. Sheneedsthem.”
The smile on his face is so honest, so full of the moment, it makes my heart sing.
Fuck, I’m turning into a fucking poet.
“My naughty girl deserves some filthy treats,” he says and lifts my legs back, spreading me wide.
The lust in his eyes as he stares at my pussy makes me want it even more. I push down, and I know my chunky lips are moving for him.
“I adore your beautiful cunt,” he says. “I’ve made it gush many times, but I’ve never had the honour of watching your beautiful face as you spray my cock.”
Oh, Jesus, fuck me now.
With my legs pinned back, my sexy Santa ramps it up, fucks me like I know he’s fucked me before – the heat, the friction, theangle, and in no time my ass is jerking off the bed and he pulls free to a generous fucking spray that soaks his stomach and his cock.
“Fucking incredible,” he says and pins me back again, slamming his cock deep.
I gush on his bed twice over, and the covers are fucking soaked, but he doesn’t get me a towel, he’s right back to it. Whenever I’m on the comedown from a round of fucking, his fingers are straight back on my clit, building me back up, even when I’m tender to the max.
It’s such a relief to have someone else do it like this, and not me. My body is his, and the pleasure is all mine. It’s selfless to the extreme – all he wants in return is my kisses. My moans against his mouth.
My mind wanders in my headiness. Flashes of memories coming back to me as the highs make me almost delirious. I remember his cock so well, snippets of filthy recollections. But he was always blurred amongst other men.
Now it is only him. Him and me.
This man is like a smudged palette of eye shadow. Colours in every direction. Santa, Reuben… and one of the filthiest fucking founders known to man.
I want to know the real Reuben, just like he wants to know the real me.
“You going to share some info?” I ask as his fingers stroke my pussy lips. “Is this a one way street, or do I get to find out what drives you fucking crazy as well? Sex for me is never just about my pussy, and you know it. You’ve read my proposals.”
“Yes, and you’ve played my filthy games.”
“But I’ve neverseenyou playing them.”
I get a glimpse of the beast in the silver fox. He’s rough with my hair as he pins me to the bed, and instead of his cock thistime, he uses his fingers, lining them up so they’ll be bigger than the raging hard-on he’s been using.
“Which of those dirty games did you like?” he asks.
“All of them.”
“All of them, really? Even when you were fucking screaming?”
I nod. “Especially when I was fucking screaming. Like I told you, I’m not just a whore for the money, I’m a whore because I love the filth, too.”
“Does it make you feel good to be a slut?”