4. NICK
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NICK
I ’m fucking wrecked, but nothing is about to stop me from finally fulfilling Mila’s wish. I’ve been around the globe and made sure to check every last name off my list. Not to mention, I achieved it in record time, leaving me more than enough time to make Mila’s legs shake.
I’ve been waiting for this for years. During my childhood years, all I wanted was for her to wake up again. To see and remember that I was real, not a figment of her imagination. Then during my teen years, I started to wonder what it’d be like to kiss her, to feel how her skin felt beneath my fingers. But once those late teen years hit, it was fucking over for me.
I wanted her. I wanted to run my tongue up her thighs and taste her. I wanted to hear the way she would cry out when I made her come. I wanted it all.
Up until tonight, I’ve resisted. But not anymore.
Tonight, she finally gets exactly what she’s been craving, and I get fucking everything.
Parking my sleigh on the rooftop of Mila’s New York apartment complex, I make my way down the fire escape before glancing back over my shoulder and making sure the reindeer aren’t going to cause any problems.
Most of them will probably take the chance to nap, but a handful of them are just adolescents on their first trip and can’t exactly be trusted. It’s been one hell of a night for them, so I’m banking on the fact that they’re exhausted. They can rest up now and have regained just enough energy to get us back to the North Pole before sunrise.
With every step I take down the fire escape, the exhaustion from the night begins to wear off, and I’m filled with desperate adrenaline. Just the thought of what’s about to happen makes my heart race in a way it never has before. I’ve dreamed of this moment, pictured how it would happen a million different times, and there’s no doubt in my mind that how this actually plays out is going to be a million times better than I could have ever imagined.
It’s only a short descent to Mila’s apartment, and my quick steps eat up the distance in no time. Before I know it, I’m jimmying her living room window open. This whole breaking and entering thing would have been a shitload easier if she had been at her old family home. I could have shot myself down the chimney like I usually do, but I get it. Not a lot of homes come equipped with a fireplace anymore, and if they do, they’re electrical. We Santas have had to evolve and find new and exciting ways to be criminal masterminds. My personal favorite entrance is through the doggy door. Don’t ask me how I manage it though. It’s not pretty, especially when that doggy door belongs to an angry Great Dane named Diesel. I almost lost my manhood with that one.
My booted feet come down in Mila’s apartment, and the moment I close the window behind me, her familiar scent fills the air. I can’t help but breathe it in, pacifying the obsessive demon within me, but it won’t last long, not now that I know what’s on offer.
I haven’t been through her new apartment before, so I take a moment to glance around, familiarizing myself with her space. It’s small, much smaller than anything I’ve ever pictured for her. I’ve always seen her in a big home with space for a family pet to run, or a big kitchen to mess up every night. But here? I don’t know. There’s no way in hell she’s happy here.
She’s lived in a few different homes growing up. Her mom always had her moving around through her teen years. She was always in modest homes with small yards, but when she moved in with her dad, I could see how much she loved it there by the homemade cookies on the kitchen counter and the mess that was always left behind from it. Sugar and flour were scattered from one end of the kitchen to the other, and judging by the way the flour was up against the walls, I can only assume their baking adventures had turned into a food fight at some point. It was the same every year, right up until this past Christmas.
I suppose everything is different for Mila now. This would be her first Christmas without her parents. Though last I checked, she had a douche of a boyfriend, but I suspect by her desperate need to be railed tonight, that boyfriend is no longer in the picture. Or the fucker has no idea how to please my girl.
The thought has a wicked grin spreading across my face. But to be completely honest, even if Mila was in her bedroom right now with the love of her life cozied up beside her, that wouldn’t stop me from fucking her until she screams. Her boyfriend would simply have to watch me rail his woman within an inch of her life. Perhaps he might learn a few things in the process. Makes for an awkward Christmas day between them. However, that’s not my problem. I’m here to fulfill her every wish tonight, not his.
Noticing a shot glass and a bottle of whiskey on the kitchen counter, I take the four small strides from the living room window into the kitchen and collect the shot glass in my big hand. It’s down the hatch in seconds, and I don’t hesitate to pour myself another shot, welcoming the sweet burn as it travels down my throat.
It’s been one hell of a big night, and if I had to see another glass of spoiled milk that’s been sitting out all night, I surely would have thrown up. There’s only so much milk a man can tolerate. My old man was all about drinking that shit. He has an iron stomach. On the other hand, I pour that shit down the kitchen sink. No one has time to drink two billion glasses of milk in one night. However, the cookies I can always make time for.
The apartment looks as though Christmas has thrown up all over it, and while I’ve never really cared for decorations, I appreciate the effort she put in. As my gaze continues sweeping Mila’s home, taking in the ornaments on the tree and the little figurines left scattered on her small coffee table, my stare lands upon her open bedroom door.
A wave of excitement pulses through me, knowing she’s right inside that room. Right there waiting for me. Just the thought gets me hard.
Forgetting everything else, I make my way toward her, quickly eating up the steps across her living room until I finally reach her bedroom. I hover at her door, my big shoulders almost brushing both frames as I take her in, sprawled across her bed with the soft moonlight shining through her window and illuminating her petite figure.
She’s fucking breathtaking.
Her body is perfectly gift-wrapped just for me, her soft curves decorated in a crimson lingerie set. She’s fast asleep with one arm shoved under her pillow and her hair spread out across the top, and despite the chilly night, she lays across the top of the blanket. A pair of heels are secured to her feet and while I know that can’t be comfortable, I love it all the same.
She did this just for me.
My cock twitches in my pants, and a groan rumbles through my chest, desperation quickly turning my hardening cock into a steel rod. I can’t wait to touch her, but I intend to take my time.
Moving deeper into her bedroom, I undo the black belt around my waist, letting it drop to the carpet and waiting to see if the noise will wake her, but after twenty years of visiting her in her sleep, it’s no secret this woman sleeps like the living dead.
My boots are silent on the floor as I move around the side of her bed, slowly pulling off my big red coat and tossing it toward the armchair in the corner of her room. I’m left with suspenders over my shoulders to hold up the pants that barely contain my erection, but I get the feeling she’d want me to leave them on—at least for now.
Standing at the side of her bed, I see her Christmas charm bracelet on her bedside table, filled with the little mementos I’ve given her for each of my visits, and just seeing it there fills me with a strange warmth I’ve never experienced with anyone else but her. Every year it’s the same, and I’m fucking addicted to it.
Mila shifts in her sleep, putting herself straight on her stomach and hitching her knee up high, unintentionally spreading those creamy thighs, and the need within me skyrockets.
Fuck, she’s simply stunning.
My cock flinches, begging for relief, and I can’t wait a moment longer.
Reaching for the front of my pants, I release the buttons and slip my hand inside. I take my straining cock, giving a firm squeeze before finally freeing it and gritting my teeth as the pleasure rocks through me.
I step into the side of Mila’s bed and as my fist begins pumping up and down my thick cock, my thumb roaming over my tip and making my hips jolt with a ferocious need, I reach down toward her bed, my gaze locked on the perky globes of her ass in her crimson thong with the slightest hint of her pussy peeking between her spread thighs.
I’ve waited so long to feel her skin beneath mine, and as my fingertips connect with her ankle, a shiver sails right down my spine. I close my eyes for just a moment as I feel the hunger ripping through my body, and when I reopen them, I watch my fingers brush up her leg with a laser-sharp stare.
A soft moan slips from her lips, and my gaze falls to her beautiful face as she begins to stir, but it’s not enough to completely wake her. My fingers continue traveling up, moving from her knee and up the outside of her thigh, enticing another moan from her, this one filled with a little more heat.
Mila’s eyelids begin to flutter, and my heart booms rapidly in my chest, needing to have her eyes locked on mine once again, just like she did all those years ago.
That’s right, baby. Open your eyes for me.
My fingers continue higher on her thigh. When I can’t take it a moment longer, I slip my hand between her legs, cupping her sweet pussy. I feel her warmth and groan low, clutching my cock tighter and willing myself not to come.
Fuuuck. I need her.
Mila sucks in a breath, grinding against my hand, and I cup her tighter, massaging her clit through her crimson thong. When she finally opens her eyes, her hooded gaze sails over my body, starting at my face before slowly trailing down my chest and abs. When she takes in the sight of my straining cock, she licks her lips, hunger blossoming in her eyes as she rises up onto her elbow.
“It’s really you,” she whispers into the moonlit room, looking at me in disbelief. I thought she would be scared or gasp at the sight of a strange man in her home, but it’s as though her soul recognizes mine. “I knew you’d come.”
“You wished for me to come and fuck you until your knees shake, Mila. Of course I came,” I growl, watching the way she watches me and giving her the show she’s been waiting for as my thumb roams over the tip of my cock. “There’ll be time to talk later. I’ve waited years to feel your pretty lips around my cock. Don’t keep me waiting a second longer, Mila. Worship me on your knees and show me how well you take me.”
Mila doesn’t hesitate to slide off the edge of the bed, her bare knees spread against the hardwood floor, and as she looks up at me through her thick lashes, her eyes shine with the deepest, raw excitement. Her tongue rolls over her bottom lip again, leaving it shimmering with saliva, and I instinctively inch toward her, wondering if I’m going to have to guide her through this. But without a single ounce of hesitation, her hand comes down over mine on my cock and she instantly takes over. Her fist is firm, but not too tight, which is exactly how I like it, and as she slowly begins working her way to my tip, my knees threaten to give out. Just the feel of her touch is too much, but when she slightly rises up on her knees, and I feel her warm breath brushing across the tip of my cock, I almost fucking lose it.
I can’t keep my eyes off her. I’ve anticipated this moment for years, but nothing could possibly compare to how it actually feels. Mila doesn’t take her eyes off me as she leans in, and when she opens her mouth and her tongue flicks over my tip, I fucking crumble, reaching behind her and knotting my hand into her long hair.
“Yes, Mila. Fuck me with your mouth. Take me deep, baby.”
Her eyes glisten with the challenge as she opens wide and leans into me, taking me right in the back of her throat as her fist continues pumping up and down my thick length. Her mouth closes firmly around me, and as her tongue roams over my velvety skin, my hips jolt.
I tighten my hold on the back of her hair as she looks up at me with those bright green eyes, desperate to please me. “Just like that,” I rumble.
Mila’s cheeks hollow out as she sucks, her head bobbing back and forth as her fist follows her movements, her tongue not letting up for a single second. It’s fucking magical. I thought I was coming here to make her legs shake, but fuck, she’s the one bringing me to my knees. I should have known better. Her wish was to make me come undone, to make me fall apart in her mouth, and that’s exactly what she intends to do.
Mila moans as she works me with her tongue, and the vibrations rock through me, leaving me in a fucking chokehold, but when her free hand reaches up and cups my balls, I just about lose it. She cups me firmly, her fingers gently massaging, and fuck, it’s the sweetest pleasure I’ve ever felt.
She doesn’t let up, working me as though she already knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Her confidence is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and I can’t hold on a moment longer. “Fuck, Mila.”
Her eyes shimmer as she pushes herself further, taking me deeper into the back of her throat. When she begins to hum, I do just that, letting myself fall to fucking pieces as I come hard into her sweet mouth, emptying myself until there’s nothing left to give.
She doesn’t ease up on me, continuing to pump her fist up and down my length as the intense orgasm rips through me, her fingers rolling over my tightened balls until my knees physically begin to fail me.
I have no choice but to pull her back, the intensity is too much, and as she releases me, I can’t help but watch her. Mila sits back on her heels, not tearing her eyes off mine for even a second as she makes a show of dragging her thumb across her bottom lip.
She offers me her hand, and I don’t hesitate to help her to her feet, only she moves in closer, those blazing green eyes locked on mine. “Tell me, did I live up to your expectations?”
Fuck me. This woman.
I simply nod, more than enjoying being in her presence. “You exceeded them.”
“Good,” she murmurs, placing her hand against my chest as the electricity burns between us. “Because I have expectations of my own, and if you don’t start making me scream soon, then you’ll be tied to that chair and forced to watch me as I do it myself. I’ve waited long enough for you. I’m ready now, and I don’t want to wait a moment longer.”
A wicked grin stretches across my face.
I love nothing more than a good challenge, and if Mila Morgan says she’s ready to be fucked right now, then who the hell am I to keep her waiting? Only, if she thinks she’s running this show, she’s got another thing coming.