Page 79 of Santa's Baby

I kiss my boss, my filthy hero, my lover, lapping at his mouth with a grin.

“Are you going to do it again? Are you going to give me everything all over again… but just me and you?”

“Yes. If you’ll let me.”

“I’llbegyou, not just let you.”

“Good job we have a few weeks left until Christmas, isn’t it? We’ve got a lot of ground to cover.”

I’m so desperate for his fist in my cunt that I’d offer him my heart on a platter. I raise my hips to show him. “How about we make a deal for tonight? You stretch my needy pussy, and I’llshow you how much I want your cock in my throat? I want you to watch me sucking you.”

He must be fit to burst right now, he’s been fucking me for so long. My pussy is sore from coming, and my lips are swollen from kissing.

My dirty hero shifts his position, so he’s kneeling up by my head. He’s stunning from this position, the underside of his cock a waiting promise. He strokes my huge, sweaty tits, then tugs at my nipples.

I imagine the way he fixed the clamps and tightened them when I was hooded. I imagine watching him while he’s doing it. I want to see his face while he watches me struggle to bear it.

Tonight, I only get a few token tit slaps before he reaches back down to my pussy.

Fuck, he’s going to fist me from an angle. Jesus Christ, I tense on instinct.

“Changed your mind?” he says. “That’s ok. Say stop and we’ll stop. I’ll give you my cum regardless.”

I smile as myself, not as Creamgirl.

“I’ll never change my mind, Reuben. I never do.”

My mouth is already open as I struggle to take his fist. He groans as he pushes his cock in my mouth, bulging out my cheek.

“Take it,” he says and twists his fingers and thumb together, stretching me to the max.

I grip his cock in both hands, suck him in deep, and push against the stretch of his knuckles. He knows what to do. Knows how to twist side to side with just the right amount of pressure. And as his cock pops from my mouth, his fist pops into my cunt. Just like that, and it’s a fucking delight.

I look up at him in pure adoration as I show off my cock sucking skills. He strokes my hair as he fists, with little nudges back and forth, telling me what a beautiful girl I am as he fucks my throat.

A beautiful girl isn’t something I hear all that often.

Horny bitch, dirty slut, hot, filthy. Hell, I’ve even been called a cute piggy girl in degradation play, butbeautiful girlfeels so different.

I’m so comfortable as I dribble and groan. I’m so proud of the way my tits and belly bounce as I work myself against his buried hand.

“I love this,” he says as his balls tighten. “I love this so much, it’s driving me out of my mind.”

Part of me wishes thethiswasyou.

That’s the part of me that’s drivingmeout of my mind. Because ever since meeting the real Reuben Sinclair, my dreams have been morphing into reality.

My heart cries out with a different kind of need as the man I adore gives me the very first taste of his cum. The greatest reward there could be.

I loveyou, is what I want to hear from him. Crazy but true.

But instead, I get a different round of creamy kisses, and he makes me come all over again.

20

REUBEN

Iwake up to find Tiffany sprawled like a starfish next to me. I can barely see her with just the hint of dawn shining through the crack in the curtains. She’s got a cute snore which hitches at its loudest, and the covers are right up to her chin. I love the way they rise and fall with her breaths, relishing the sensation of having someone in bed with me. It’s been years.