3. Jack
jack
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A ll I care about is getting Noelle’s mouth around my cock before the night is over. I’ve spent too long watching her from the sidelines, from outside her window, always staring at her perfect ass jiggling in her tight little elf uniform, or the way her body flushes crimson with her release. Her sugar cookie scent taunts me every fucking day, and I’m tired of it. I’m tired of pretending like I don’t notice her blonde braids on either side of her head, or those massive blue eyes watching me when she thinks I’m not paying attention.
She knows what she’s doing. She wants this as badly as I do.
That I’m positive of.
I don’t have to look over my shoulder again to know she’s coming. She’s obedient, which is something that drives me and my cock absolutely insane.
Climbing into the sleigh, I settle on the wide bench seat and rest my bag over my lap. The snow crunches under her feet as she gets closer, each step hesitant, like she’s scared. But I know she’s not. She’s fearless. I’ve seen her fucking that security guard in his office—his shared office.
She doesn’t care if she gets caught, and that tells me she’s reckless. A risk taker. Someone who doesn’t think before diving in.
And that makes her fucking perfect.
“Come on up,” I say, still not looking at her. She grips the edge of the sleigh and pulls herself into my web, then she’s standing at my side, her scent fucking taunting me.
I can’t take it anymore, and I let my gaze lift to her. She’s already staring at me, her eyes bigger than I’ve ever seen before. Freckles dust her nose like the first falling of snow, and her eyes sparkle like stars.
“Relax.” I jerk my chin at the sleigh railing in front of me. She hesitates before she leans against it, careful to not put all of her weight on it at first. When she realizes it’s not about to give out on her, she settles into it.
I rummage in my bag, dodging all the toys for later, and snatch up a box of cookies. I pull open the lid and hold them out to her. She hesitates, her fingers wrapping tighter around the railing.
She has a jacket on, but I wish she was still fully in her uniform. Her tights mold perfectly to her thighs, and her skirt is just a touch too short. Her shirt, though…it’s tight, with a V cut in the front. It’s not her fault she has big tits, but I thank the fucking universe every day when I see them pushed together under that green fabric. The fact her jacket is covering her up is a crime.
“Take one.” I move the cookies closer. “Or two. Or ten. I don’t care.” Her eyes flick between mine, and I can tell she’s weighing every single word, every inflection of every syllable. My brows raise, and I watch her throat bob as she swallows. Her hand trembles as she reaches for the cookies, and my heart gallops in my chest like a million reindeer taking off.
She grips one of them, and unhurriedly, she brings it to her lips. Crumbs catch on them as she takes a bite—a big bite. I smile, watching as she chews with deliberate slowness, like she’s savoring the flavor, her eyes never leaving mine.
This is the first time we’ve been alone, the first time we’ve talked beyond the pleasantries coworkers share. She has no idea what I’ve seen her do, the things I’ve learned about her when I broke into her house, the kinks and dreams she has.
“Take another,” I offer. She drags her tongue over her bottom lip, licking up the crumbs before she grabs another.
“These are really good,” she says around a bite. I lean back, all the blood in my body rushing to my cock. “You’re not having one?”
“I’m okay. I’ve had so many tonight.” I rest my hand on my belly, and she drops her gaze to it. My fingers toy with the white fringe, and I swear her pupils dilate until the blue is no longer visible. “Are you enjoying being one of my little elves?”
Her eyes snap back to mine, and the corner of my mouth lifts. She swallows the rest of the cookie and reaches up to wipe at her mouth with her thumb. “I am,” she murmurs. “You’re a firm but fair Santa.”
A low laugh escapes me, and I hold the box out again. “Take another, little elf. You’ve earned it after today.”
This time, she doesn’t hold back. She takes two and eats them both in record time. My eyes travel over every inch of her face, taking in the way her jaw moves to chew the food, the way her nose scrunches, her eyelids twitching as she looks around.
I wonder what she’ll look like when she wakes up in a few hours, confused, and a little scared. But I know she’ll be excited. I know that little pussy will be weeping, begging to be stretched and pumped full of cum.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
I take a deep breath, wishing for the blood to flow away from my cock for once. Of course, it doesn’t. It all stays there, keeping me hard and ready.
“I don’t feel—” Her words come out slurred together, her eyes drooping slightly. There’s a brief moment of panic, her cheeks flushing rosy, then her body relaxes. She doesn’t quite pass out, not yet. “Santa?”
“It’s okay, little elf,” I tell her. I reach out, running my finger over her smooth cheek. “Just give in. Let it happen.”
Her mouth opens like she wants to say something else, but nothing comes out. Another smile curves my lips as I scoot to the edge of the bench seat. My head tilts to the side as her knees buckle. She nearly falls, but I catch her under the arms, dragging her to me and settling her on my lap.
“Have you been a good girl this year?” I laugh, forcing her legs apart so she’s straddling my thigh. “Show Santa how good you’ve been.” I grip her hips, pulling her back and forth. A small, breathy whine leaves her, and her head falls back against my shoulder. Her glassy eyes lift to meet mine, and I press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Doesn’t that feel good, little elf?”
I lift her skirt and slip my fingers into her green tights. Her breath catches, and she weakly reaches for my wrist. “What?—”
“Tell me you want me to touch you,” I say, pressing my lips against her ear. “Tell Santa your wish is to have his fingers inside you.”
I move my hand lower, stroking my fingers over the smoothness of her pubic bone. Her breathing is harsh and shallow, but her gaze stays on mine. “All I want for Christmas is you, Santa.”
Her words are barely out of her mouth before I move lower, finding her cunt already slick with her arousal. I hum low in my throat, the sound guttural, like an animal growling. Goosebumps ripple over her arms, and I take a moment to allow myself to inhale her sweet scent, the muskiness of her pussy mixing with it.
“I’m going to fucking destroy your cunt tonight,” I tell her. It’s not like she can change her mind or run away—the drugs have already worked their magic. “I’m going to stretch you, and fuck you, and fill you up until you’re drowning in my cum.”
She whimpers, and the sound goes straight to my cock. Her clit is swollen and hard as I work it with my fingers. Slowly, I slide them lower, finding her entrance soaking wet, just like I knew it would be.
I press two fingers in, groaning at the feel of her body stretching to accommodate me. “You’re so tight,” I murmur. “I need to stretch you out before I fuck you. Otherwise, I might hurt you. And we don’t want that, do we?”
Another whimper from her, and I smile.
“Oh, you would like that?” I ask, slamming my fingers all the way in. I know if she wasn’t drugged right now, she’d scream. “You want the pain, don’t you? You crave it. You need it. I’ve seen the way Robbie hits you, the way he chokes you.” I drag my nose along her throat, inhaling deeply. “I’ll do all of that, too, but better. I’ll ruin every other man for you, little elf. And when I’m done with you tonight, when you’re nothing but a mess of tears, cum, and running mascara, you’ll thank me for every depraved thing I’ve done to you.” I move my lips to her ear. “And the best part? You’ll beg me for more.”
When I pull away, her eyes are shut, and her mouth is slightly open. Her pussy contracts around my fingers as I slide them out, wiping her wetness off on her elf skirt. I only have an hour before she wakes, so I need to hurry and get everything ready.
My pretty little elf has no idea what’s in store for her tonight.