38. Santa
I wash my bloody hands in the sink, as I stare into the mirror at my reflection. My face and skin are still covered with my father’s, and his henchmen’s, blood. The coward died begging for his life, as I slit his throat while Micah and the girls watched. There was never any doubt that he would die at my hands; I earned that right after all these years of having to put up with his shit. After patching up my brother from Toothless’ gnawing, and restraining the massive beast without losing a limb, I ended my father’s life right there in my kitchen while they watched. It was anticlimactic at best. He died still thinking there was a chance one of his sons would save him, and neither one of us had any desire to see him continue breathing.
My brother called in the reinforcements to help clean the scene, and stage it to look like an attack on the governor by gangs, who was spending the holidays with his beloved sons and their girlfriends. A tragedy is what the news is calling it: cue an eye roll . Having blackmail information on most of the influential people in the state, and country, will help cover our tracks, and anyone who dares not cooperate will find themselves at the end of my blade in the middle of the night. A snort leaves my lips, as I remember how my brother spun his web of lies, and even somehow managed to wrap Daisy up tight in them, as his girlfriend. I give it twenty-four hours before she shoots him. That girl is as unhinged as I am.
A noise catches my attention, and I watch through the reflection as Chrissy closes the bathroom door and makes her way towards me. She’s wearing one of my hoodies and a pair of my oversized sweatpants, and honestly, she’s never looked sexier. Her dark chocolate eyes meet mine in the mirror, and I witness the worry in their depths. I find it humorous that she’s worried about me, after I killed my father, and over ten men, in cold blood. Has she forgotten that I drugged and kidnapped her?
“Are you okay? You didn’t let the medics check you,” she questions, little lines appearing between her eyebrows. No, I didn’t; the only hands I want touching my body belong to her. Everyone else can fuck right off. My arm reaches out and encircles her waist, pulling her against me despite her little gasp. I press my nose against her rich, auburn hair, which is all tangled and in a messy bun, and my cock twitches in my pants. She smells like sin, sunshine, and heaven. I don’t think I will ever be able to get enough of her; she calls to my inner demon, the monster that craves bloodshed, destruction, and her. She is what I never knew I wanted or needed, and now can’t even fathom living without.
“There was no need,” I breathe into her hair, and my hand trails up her ribs below the hoodie, and towards her breast. “I have the cure to all my ailments right here.” My fingers meet her hardened nipple as I tweak it, and her breathing begins to ramp up. She’s so tiny compared to my six-foot-three frame, that I have to bend my knees to accommodate our height difference. She’s my little, slutty Christmas elf. Fuck, now I’m picturing her in one of those skanky elf costumes, while I fuck her tight pussy and cover her in my cum.
My other hand slips down her hip and grabs a handful of her perfect, perky asscheek, forcing her body flush against mine, so she can feel how stiff and ready my cock is for her. “Mmmm,” she moans, and I can’t help myself. The need to kiss her is a demanding tempo in my blood. My head lowers until my mouth is mere centimeters from hers. “You will never leave me, temptation, and you need to understand that now. I’m not a good man, and I don’t plan to change that, but I can be good to you. You will never have to be frightened, or want for anything ever again. I will always protect you from everything but myself.”
“I’m not afraid of you, Nic. I should be, but I’m not. You’re a monster, but I find I can’t resist you, or your crazy. If I can’t leave you, then the same goes for you.” She leans forward, and her teeth sink into my bottom lip hard, and draw blood. “Don’t think I won’t go on a killing spree if you fuck around on me. I don’t share, ever. “ Her words are my undoing, and I slam my mouth against hers with a groan. My tongue slips inside and tangles with hers, until both of us are losing our minds. My hand squeezes her breast, and my fingers pull on her nipple, until she’s gasping into my mouth. Fuck, she’s wearing too many clothes. I need to feel my skin against hers. It’s a fever searing through my body, and causing sweat to bead along my temple.
I pull back from our kiss, and her breathing is harsh as I take inventory of her. Her lips are swollen and wet from our kissing, and my blood is smeared on their surface. Her alabaster skin is flushed with a pretty pink hue, and her brown eyes are wide, pupils blown with lust. She looks like a fucking goddess ready to receive her tribute. Somehow, the image of her on a pedestal pops into my mind and makes a chuckle leave my lips. As much as I want to serve her, and I will, right now, I need her down on her knees, showing me how much she wants to stay with me. I release her breast and pull my hand from her shirt, trailing it through the space between her breasts before wrapping my fingers around her throat. “We don’t have much time; the officer said we have to leave, Nic,” she moans, as my fingers tighten around the delicate column until she chokes on her next breath.
My home is now a crime scene, and we’re being kicked out, much to my aggravation, but not before I get what I want from my sweet temptation. “I suggest you be a good girl, and get on your knees for me then.” I use my grip on her neck to force her down to her knees before me. My other hand slides into her hair and grips her bun. She looks up at me with unabashed lust across her stunning features, and at this moment, I know that I’m the luckiest son of a bitch to walk the earth. “Pull out my cock, and spit,” I instruct her, my grip on her throat warning her not to sass me.
Her hands dig into the waistband of my pants, and she releases the button and yanks down my zipper. Her small, warm hand reaches inside and grips my hard length, her soft palm rubbing against my piercings, as her thumb slides through the beads of precum forming on my tip. Fuck, that feels so good, and as much as I would like to allow her to continue her torture, she’s right. We’re pressed for time, and someone will eventually come looking for us. Her head moves forward as she follows my instructions, spits on my crown, and uses it as lube to slide down my rigid length. “That’s a good girl ; now open wide, baby, and take me to the back of your throat,“ I demand and tighten my grip on her hair. Her lips wrap around my cock as she hollows her cheeks, and I thrust into the back of her throat, causing her to choke and gag. The sound makes my balls draw up tight; I’m so wired from all the bloodshed, and how sexy she is, that it won’t take me long to blow.
I start a punishing rhythm of thrusting into the back of her throat, over and over again, without mercy, as she chokes and gags on my cock, and saliva and tears run down the sides of her face. All the while, she’s keeping eye contact with me, her hands gripping the back of my thighs, her nails digging into my flesh, and it’s almost my undoing. I can feel the orgasm racing up my spine and electricity soaring through my veins, causing the hairs on my arms to stand on end. She feels so good, and as tempted as I am to blow, I want her to cum with me. “Slip your hand down your pants and fuck yourself on your fingers, temptation. I want you to fill your pussy with at least three of them,” I groan.
Her hands leave the back of my legs and slip to the waistband of the joggers, yanking them down to her knees. I watch with rapt attention as she spreads her legs as much as the fabric will allow, and slides her fingers between her pussy lips, groaning as she makes contact with her needy clit. Two fingers slide inside her tight hole, peeking back out so I can see how drenched she is. “Fuck,” I moan, as I watch her slip them back inside, and she hums against my cock. I yank on her hair in warning not to fuck around, and she grins around my cock, and slams three fingers inside of herself, matching the rhythm I’m producing inside of her mouth. A fourth finger slips inside, and she rides her hand the way she would my cock, her hips moving in a relentless motion, and her throat closes tightly with her gasps around the tip of my cock. It’s my undoing; I thrust harshly against her mouth, forcing my cock as far down her throat as I can, until her nose is pressed against my pelvis, and tears are sliding from her eyes. I grip her hair mercilessly to hold her in place, as I cum down her throat, and she’s forced to swallow every drop I give her, as her breath stutters.
Her whole body tightens, and she pulls against my restraining hands as she explodes from her orgasm, her eyes sliding to the back of her head as her body deflates, and a scream rumbles against my hard dick. Fuck, I just filled her throat with my load, and I’m ready to go again. The thought of filling her pussy with my cum, and watching it drip out of her, has me pulling out of her mouth, using my grip around her neck to force her to her feet, where she stumbles against the cabinet with a bang. I push her face roughly down on the stone counter, my hand slapping harshly against one asscheek and then the other, as my cock slams inside of her drenched pussy and fills her.
I don’t wait for her to acclimate to my large size, before I pound into her in punishing thrusts, forcing her lower body to slam again and again into the wooden cabinet. The sound is loud in the small space, as if we were going to war against each other. “That’s it, temptation, take all of me. You were meant to be my slut. Look how well your sweet pussy swallows my cock.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she pants as her cunt tightens around me, and another orgasm rips through her. Her whole body trembles and tightens, her hand gripping the edge of the sink for dear life. Her mouth opens on a scream, and the sound pushes me right over the edge with her, as she clenches like a vice as I cum inside of her pussy. “You’re mine, Chrissy Cranbrook, forever.”
I pull out of her pussy, and lower myself to my knees as her legs tremble, and aftershocks take her over. I’m ready to pay tribute to my goddess, who owns my pitch-black soul. My eyes narrow on her slick folds, and I can see my cum already attempting to make its way out of her. I use my thumb to push it back inside of her and lean forward, allowing my tongue to swipe between her swollen pussy lips. I suck, lick and bite until she’s once again writhing against the counter, and little desperate mewling noises are escaping her. My tongue slips inside of her tight hole, and I eat her out, getting the full body taste of my cum and hers on my tastebuds. Delicious, best shit ever. I’m just about to suggest that I fuck her ass next, when a furious pounding on the door interrupts my thought process, and places an angry scowl on my face.
“Chrissy! Nic! Jesus, come quick, Toothless has bitten a cop, and he’s threatening to shoot him!” Daisy’s panicked voice sounds through the door, and Chrissy jumps up, yanking her pants back to her waist and attempting to move around me. “That fucking beast is a menace, and a cockblocker,” I groan.
“If you love me, you have to love him. He’s my baby, Nic. We come as a pair, and with Daisy as an attachment.” She doesn’t wait for my response, as she slams open the bathroom door and races from the room, leaving me on my knees, with my cock still semi-hard and exposed.
“Nice metal, dude. You better help though. Chrissy will end up in jail if that guy touches Toothless!” Daisy exclaims as she follows a screaming Chrissy down the hall.
Merry fucking Christmas to me; Santa really did bring me everything I could have ever wanted.
The End.