5. MILA
5
MILA
M y chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, still tasting his cum in the back of my throat. I’ve never felt so alive. The moment he touched me, my body filled with electricity, and all that mattered was pleasing him. I needed to make him come. I needed to feel the way he fell apart for me, and damn it, that’s exactly what he did.
I had him right where I wanted him, completely crippled under my touch. He gave me everything and was at my mercy, and it was the single best moment of my life. I’ve never felt so beautiful. So desired. Everything else faded away, and all that mattered was us. But now, there’s a shift in the air, and as my chest rises and falls right in front of him, I realize that I was a fool to assume I had any real control here.
This is his game, and I’m just a piece for him to play with as he sees fit. But there’s a thrill in that, an excitement that builds deep in my core, promising that this is about to be the best night of my life. He inches closer to me, his arm locking around my waist and pulling me in hard against his chest, and I feel his rock-hard cock against my stomach.
I’m already addicted to his smell. It’s as though he just stepped straight out of the woods, but I suppose that’s what you get when you live in the North Pole . . . assuming that part of the story is actually true. It seems there’s still so much I don’t actually know about this man. Hell, I don’t even know his name. But the red coat on my armchair, the boots, and the red pants suggest that maybe he’s Santa after all, which leaves me with more questions than I started with, but right now, all that matters is the feel of his arm locked around my waist.
“Your body belongs to me,” he rumbles, a slight accent to his deep tone. “I’m going to take you Mila. I’m going to spread you apart and claim your sweet little cunt over and over until you physically can’t give anymore. Do you understand me? I won’t stop until you beg me to.”
Oh God.
I swallow hard and nod, the anticipation building rapidly in my chest. “I don’t think you understand just what you’re getting yourself into.”
He scoffs as though the idea of not knowing how every second of this is going to pan out is absurd to him, and not a moment later, his hand is on my ass, hauling me up into his strong arms. My legs wrap around his muscled waist as my arm locks around his neck.
My heated gaze remains locked on his, and fuck, he’s absolutely everything I’ve ever thought he’d be. The little dark-haired boy I saw all those years ago is now this dark-haired beast who knows how to make all my sexual fantasies come true. Everything about him is huge. His height, his shoulders, his hands . . . and especially his cock. I could barely fit my mouth around him, but I’m not one to back down from a challenge, so I did what I could to make it happen, even if it meant sacrificing my throat to the BJ gods.
Every single inch of him is covered with toned muscle. It’s as though he spends every other night of the year chained to his home gym. There’s no doubt about it—this man is absolutely gorgeous. His sharp, stubbled jaw makes the butterflies in the pit of my stomach take flight, but his dark, hooded eyes are so intense that my pussy throbs.
“I have pictured taking you in every way physically possible, Mila. I’ve pictured your lips wrapped around my cock, the taste of your sweet little cunt, and even how far I could stretch your ass, and no matter how wild you are, how intense or good you are, no matter if you bring me to my fucking knees, I will always give you what you need. So trust me when I tell you that I know exactly what I’m getting myself into. It’s you, my sweet, Mila, who doesn’t understand. But it’s okay, I will ease you into it.”
Ease me into it? Oh fuck. Just how hard is he going to fuck me? Don’t tell me he’s one of those guys who’s going to hang me from the ceiling fan and play out his weird, kinky fantasies. I mean, sure, I’ll play along, and he’ll probably make me feel some kind of way, but it’s not really what I’m hoping to get out of tonight. Though something tells me I’m dead wrong on that one. This delicious piece of man meat right here knows exactly what I need and how to get me there. There’s no doubt about it.
“Do your worst,” I murmur, holding his intense stare. “Make me scream, but first, what’s your name? I need to know exactly what name I should be screaming when you make me come.”
A cocky smirk pulls at the corner of his lips, and it makes my heart boom in my chest. He truly is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. “Scream for your god, baby. He’s the only one who can save you now.”
With that, my mystery Christmas Eve visitor walks around to the bottom of my bed and sets me down on the edge before collecting both of my wrists. I watch him with curiosity as he slips his hand into his pocket and pulls out a red satin cloth that instantly sends a wicked thrill pulsing right through to my core.
He ties the satin fabric around my wrists, and I swallow hard as he pulls it into a secure knot and takes a step back to survey his handiwork.
His dark stare penetrates mine, and with nothing but the moonlight shining against his muscular body, my mouth waters.
“Lay back, Mila. Hands above your head.”
Hunger fills me, and I do exactly what I’ve been told, slowly laying back onto my bed with my bound wrists above my head.
“Spread those pretty thighs. Show me what I’ve been waiting for.”
Again, I don’t hesitate, bringing my feet up onto the bottom of the mattress before slowly spreading them wide as though offering him up a buffet. “Take me,” I beg him, my stare locked and loaded on him. “It’s all yours.”
He clenches his jaw and fists his cock, squeezing it hard, and just when I expect him to step into me, tear my thighs from my body and fuck me hard, he drops to his knees at the end of my bed.
Oh, fuck yes.
Taking my spread thighs, he wraps his arms around them and drags me the rest of the way down the bed until my ass is barely hanging off the mattress. My legs hook over his wide shoulders, and he quickly buries his head between my thighs, closing his mouth over my thong-covered pussy.
He inhales deeply, and I groan just as he sucks my clit right through my sheer underwear, already driving me wild. He pulls back just an inch, his fingers slipping under the edge of my thong and pulling it aside just enough to expose my needy cunt. “Mmm, you’re ready for me.”
The only response my body is capable of is to clench my pussy, begging to be touched, and within seconds, I feel his fingertips slowly trailing over my clit. It tickles, but fuck does it feels good, and as he takes them lower, I suck in a breath. The anticipation of what’s to come is surely going to kill me.
Finding my entrance, he teases me for a moment before leaning back in and closing his warm mouth over my clit, his tongue rolling over the sensitive bud, and just as a loud groan tears from deep in my chest, he slides two thick fingers inside of me.
“Oh fuck,” I pant, arching my back right off the mattress.
He hits the spot straight away, and my eyes roll, but when he curls his fingers inside me and begins to massage, I become a squirming mess on my bed. He sucks and nips my clit, the intensity shooting from zero to one hundred in the blink of an eye. I’ve never felt something so raw and intense.
He doesn’t let up, giving me more as his tongue works over me, fucking me with his skilled fingers. He sucks against my clit, teasing me relentlessly. I need to scream. I need to cry out. I need to fucking come already, but I wouldn’t dare. No, I’m holding onto this one as long as I can, even if it kills me.
His tongue is pure magic, whereas his fingers are clearly blessed by the angels of heaven because no man I’ve ever met has ever had skill like this.
My body spasms wildly out of control, and he uses his other hand to try and hold me still.
“Oh God. YES!” I cry out, every second bringing me closer and closer to the edge. It’s too much, I can’t handle it, but I’m not going out just yet, and I lean up on one elbow, needing to see the way his fingers slide in and out, desperate to watch the way his wet tongue rolls over my needy clit. And fuck, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
His long, thick fingers separate inside of me, rolling past my walls over and over, driving me wild with need as I become completely captivated by the view. My hips buck beneath his hold, and I feel his wicked grin against my clit. I’m so fucking wet for him, but something tells me this is only the beginning.
I hook my joined wrists around the back of his strong neck, holding on for dear life as he pushes me past my limits, my clit becoming more sensitive by the second. “Oh. Fuck. I can’t—I’m . . . Shit. Oh God. Oh God. YES!”
My fingers knot into his hair, and a deep growl rumbles through my bedroom, the vibration against my clit sending me into overdrive. Then without another second of warning, I detonate, coming harder than I’ve ever come before. My body spasms as the walls of my pussy wildly convulse around his huge fingers.
I cry out as my orgasm tears through me, feeling its effects right into my fingertips and toes. I clench my eyes and throw my head back, never having felt more alive in my life. Not even I could entice an orgasm like this out of me.
Holy fucking shit.
He doesn’t stop, and with every swipe of his fingers and tongue against my sensitive body, he drags my orgasm out, and my thighs involuntarily squeeze around his head as my hips wildly buck and shake. It’s too much, and I fall back to the mattress as the high threatens to take me out.
“Oh my god,” I pant as it finally hits its peak and begins to wind back down.
Mr. Christmas Eve reluctantly gives in and allows me a chance to come down, slowly pulling his fingers free before letting up on my clit and pulling back just enough for my body to relax. He takes my thighs and lifts them off his shoulders before placing my feet back on the edge of the bed.
I can’t tear my eyes off him as my chest heaves, only as he gets back to his feet, looming over me in the soft moonlight—all six-foot-four of him—I’m met with his raging erection, and fuck, he’s ready to go. Eating my pussy really worked him up, and judging by the protruding veins and the bead of pre-cum sitting on the tip of his massive cock, he’s more than ready for me.
He steps into me, his legs hitting the edge of the mattress before his hand comes down beside my hip. He leans over me, hovering just close enough to tease me but not actually touch me. That is until he brings his other hand up and hovers his glistening fingertips over my lips. “Open wide, Mila. Taste how sweet you are.”
I open my mouth just enough for him to slide his thick fingers inside, and I close my eyes as I suck them clean. He pulls them free, and before I have the chance to swallow, his lips come down on mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and kissing me deeply.
I moan against his lips, and he slowly pulls away, dropping his lips to the sensitive skin below my ear and driving me wild. I tip my head back as I arch up off the bed. “Oh God,” I groan, hooking my legs around his hips and pulling him down until I feel his heavy cock grinding against my core.
“Free my wrists,” I beg him, panting as his hips grind down.
He reaches up to my bound wrists, and with the quickest flick of his fingers, I’m freed. I don’t hesitate to slip my hand between our bodies and wrap my fingers around his base, slowly pumping. “God, I need to fuck you.”
He shakes his head. “No, Mila. You’re enjoying the ride. Tonight, I fuck you until your legs shake.”
A thrill rumbles through my chest, quickly building until it’s almost too much to bear, and when he pulls back and rests on his knees between my thighs, the anticipation is enough to paralyze me.
With one tug, my garter belt snaps, and he tosses it aside before taking the delicate material of my thong and slowly dragging it down over my hips and thighs. The sight of me in nothing but a bra and heels makes him pause, and he sinks his teeth into his lower lip as he fists his cock, slowly stroking it. For just a moment, I wonder how the hell that’s supposed to fit inside me. But this is a Christmas wish, right? It has to fit. This man, who may or may not be Santa Claus, wouldn’t have brought me equipment that’s incompatible with my body. That doesn’t mean he ever intended to make it easy for me. He’s going to make me work for it.
The sensual way he strokes himself is doing wicked things to me, and I squirm in anticipation, my pussy about to come apart from just the thought of what he’s about to do to me. Then as if to put me at ease, he scoops his arm beneath my hips and lifts me just enough to line me up with his angry cock. “I hope you’re ready for me, Mila.”
My tongue rolls along my bottom lip, my eyes hooded and filled with fire. “Do your worst.”
And with that, he guides his thick tip straight into my entrance.
I suck in a breath, feeling the instant satisfaction as my walls begin to stretch around him, almost to the point of pain, and judging by the look on his face, I’m not the only one affected by this. He sinks deeper, inch by inch, taking all the time in the world, and when his thumb presses down on my clit and rubs slow circles, my body starts to shake.
This is going to be too much, but I am so down for the ride. Whatever he wants to give me, I’m ready to take.
He keeps going, giving me his full length until he bottoms out, and fuck, I’ve never been stretched so far in my life. He pauses just a moment, letting me adjust to his sheer size, and when he slowly begins to pull back, my walls finally start to relax around him.
“Holy shit,” I groan low.
“Fuck, baby. I’m only just getting started.”
He thrusts back inside of me, and as his thumb works my clit, I can’t help but reach beneath me and unclasp my bra, desperate to get rid of it. “Shit,” I gasp. “Again.”
He rolls his hips and hits that desperate spot deep inside of me, fucking me just like I wished. My walls clench around him, squeezing him as tight as I can. It’s too much. He’s too good.
“That’s right, Mila. Take all of me. Just like that.”
Oh God. The gravel in his deep tone sends pulses of electricity shooting right through my body and straight to my core, and when he adds just a little more pressure to my clit, I lose all control.
“Hold on to it, baby. Don’t you dare come.”
Only it’s too late, and I detonate again, my pussy shattering like glass around him. “Oh shit,” I cry out, clenching my eyes. He doesn’t stop, still wildly thrusting deep inside me. Then before I’ve even reached the height of my orgasm, he flips me over, props me on my knees, and before my pussy has even stopped spasming, he slams back inside me from behind.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, burying my face into the blankets as my hands ball into tight fists. I push back against him, taking him deeper as his hand takes my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh.
I come down from my high, but as he keeps fucking me, my body quickly starts working back up again.
With my ass high in the air, his other hand comes down in a firm spank against my skin, and as the sweetest burn stings my ass, he soothes it with a gentle rub of his palm before his fingers trail down to my hole, applying just enough pressure to drive me insane.
“Show me how you please yourself, Mila. Rub your clit.”
Without hesitation, I slip my hand between my legs, and the second my fingers brush my sensitive clit, my hips jolt with need. I grind against my fingers as he slams into my cunt over and over, the rotation of his hips almost too much to bear.
His bulging tip moves inside of me, hitting the spot just the way I like it, and as he pushes his skilled fingers against my ass, teasing me with the sweetest pleasure, I succumb to his wicked ways, and for the fourth time tonight, an intense orgasm rips through my body.
“Fuck,” I cry out, barely able to hold myself up a second longer.
He lets me ride it out, but the way his fingers dig into my hip and the way he grunts through his clenched jaw suggests he’s just as far out on the edge as I am, and honestly, all he needs is a little push.
Determination floods me, and despite the way I’m currently falling to pieces, I push back against him, taking him harder, deeper, and falling in love with the way he clutches me as though he’ll never get enough.
He grunts, and just as I reach the absolute peak of my orgasm, he comes hard, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside of me.