Chapter 4 #2
I drop my head down, unable to look at him any longer.
He plays for a few seconds more, teasing my pussy with the candy cane, never putting it inside me.
It strikes me that I shouldn’t want it inside me, that I should be begging for his fingers or his cock instead, but I’m too far gone.
Too needy. I’ll take anything he gives me, anything he offers me.
“Does my naughty girl want to be fucked by my candy cane?”
I do what I did when he asked if I wanted the spanking, and arch my ass, and keep my legs spread as wide as I possibly can in this position.
“Use your words, Vixen.” He swats my ass with the plastic, the sting of it harsh against my already sparking skin.
“Yes, Santa. Please. I want it.”
His chest shakes with jolly laughter, his knees bouncing beneath me. “I knew you would. Santa’s little slut, so hungry to be filled with anything I give her.”
“Yes!” I moan.
Cole drags the candy cane up through my wetness again, lubing it until he’s satisfied and I’m squirming.
“Keep hold of the chair,” he commands.
I grip it harder and he dips the end of the candy cane inside me, his hand on my side moving to grip my ass, holding me open for him.
“Your greedy pussy is swallowing up its treat.” He inserts another cool inch, then another, his cock twitching beneath me in delight. Every ridge of the decoration feels so good as it slides inside, and I find myself wanting more.
“Santa,” I whine, hands white knuckling the chair. “Please!”
He smacks my ass and fucks in another few inches of the candy cane. I’m full, yet not, and it’s driving me insane.
“Please what?”
“Fuck me, Santa. Please, make me come.”
He squeezes my ass and slides the candy cane to the point he’s comfortable with. “I love it when you ask so nicely. Now try to be quiet, we don’t want anyone interrupting us.”
I’m unable to respond as Cole pulls the textured red and white plastic all the way out before fucking it back in.
I press my lips together and squeeze my eyes shut, doing everything I can not to scream. He does the in and out action again, his other hand shifting under my leg until he finds my clit that so desperately needs more than the pressure of his leg.
“I want you to come all over the candy cane in your cunt. Squirt on it, get my suit nice and dirty, baby.”
“Oh god,” I groan. “Yes!”
He fucks me faster with the decor, in and out and in and out, his fingers moving in hard strokes over my clit. My body feels like it's on fire, and before I know it, pressure is building in my lower stomach.
Faster and faster Cole fucks me, moving the plastic in circles before pulling it out and thrusting it back in. His fingers on my clit never waiver and my vision goes hazy.
“Do it, Vixen. Be my perfect little slut and come.”
I shatter, pussy pulsing and clutching the object inside me. I don’t need to see it to know I squirted like he wanted. I feel the wetness of my cum soak my thighs and stockings, still clinging to my legs.
“Good girl,” Cole purrs, continuing to slowly work the candy cane inside me, his fingers a steady pressure on my clit. “So good for me, when you want to be.”
“Yes,” I mutter, my muscles trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm. “I want to be your good girl.”
He pulls the candy cane from my pussy. I’m too spent from the best and kinkiest orgasm of my life to know where he puts it, I’ll think about that later.
He helps me turn in his arms, so I’m seated in his lap once more.
My dress is still rucked up around my waist and my breasts are spilling from the top of the V-neck.
My pussy is exposed, still clenching in aftershocks.
Cole brings a hand up to my face, the faint smell of my arousal on his fingers. He presses his thumb to my lip and uses his other hand to wipe away eye makeup that must be smudged.
“Are you ready to be a good girl and tell me the truth of what you want?”
I nod. “I am, Santa.”
He holds me closer and kisses my forehead with a reverence that makes my chest pang. “Then tell me, Vixen. What do you want for Christmas?”
Cole pulls back and meets my eyes, his cheeks rosy and eyes still twinkling.
I take one of my hands and trail it up over the soft velvet of his suit, enjoying the way it glides beneath my hands.
He waits patiently while I explore, feeling the muscles of his pecks beneath the suit before I trail back down again and stop when my hand lands on his rectangular gold belt buckle.
“I want to get on my knees and suck your fat cock,” I tug on the belt. “Then I want you to fuck my needy pussy, Santa.”
“Is that all?” He smirks, more Krampus than St. Nick.
I bite my lip, my vision filling with things I know we can’t have.
Winter nights curled up by the fire, dinners together spent with Holly and her boyfriend, one big happy family, maybe a kid or two down the line, and nights like this—dirty and devious.
Just the two of us playing and fucking until he’s so spent we fall asleep cuddled together.
But I know that can’t happen, so I’ll take the Christmas-miracle dicking I originally came here for and hope he doesn’t ruin me for life. Even if he might have done so already.
I place a coy smile on my lips, fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck. “Will you give me my Christmas wish, Santa? I promise I’ll continue to be a good girl.”
His hand tenses on my waist and his pupils darken once more. “And if I want you to be my naughty slut again?”
My pussy pulses and my nipples strain painfully under my clothes. “Even better.” I squirm on his lap, grinding over his erection. He groans and digs his fingers into my flesh.
“Your wish is my command,” he nips at my lips. “Now get on your knees. I’ve got a present for you to unwrap.”