Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Cole spreads his legs and I kneel between them, placing my hands on his knees, gripping the velvet beneath my fingers.
From this position he looks even more massive than he is, his hat askew on his head letting more of his silver hair peak out.
His cock straining against his Santa pants, and soft belly round against his jacket.
The glow of the fake fireplace and the multicolored lights in the room shine on the white of his suit, making him look like the epitome of Christmas.
“What are you waiting for, Vixen? Don’t want your gift?”
He spreads his legs wider with the cockiness only an attractive, self-assured man can have. I shift so I can glide my hands up his legs and to his belt again. The warmth of his body feels nice, and despite where we are I feel safe here. Our own little bubble of reality.
I pull open the buckle, the jingling sound sending a zap to my exposed pussy, wet with fresh arousal.
“Lift up,” I grin at him. He smiles back and lifts his hips after unbuttoning the fly. I pull down his pants and the red briefs beneath just enough that his cock springs free.
I sit back on my haunches and stare with my lips parted, need laced with a bit of fear lancing through my stomach. I could feel by the bulge beneath me that Cole was well hung, but—
“Don’t worry,” he rubs his hand over his beard slowly. “You’ll fit me just fine. I was made to stuff your holes with my fat cock.”
I swear, if I wasn’t already soaked, I would be now. The way this man talks—filthy and effortless—it’s like he was born to do it. Like he’s been whispering to me for years, learning exactly what makes me melt. What makes me want to go feral for him.
“Go on, baby. You had your treat, now take your gift. I know you want it.”
Case in point.
I lean forward placing my hands on his inner thighs. Closer up I can study the long vein that runs up one side of it, and the ruddy head that’s leaking with pre-cum. His shaft is thick, just like him, and long. The very tip is curved just enough I know it will hit all the right places inside me.
I inhale his masculine scent, stronger and headier here. I wrap my hand around him, his flesh so hot and taut, it warms my skin. He groans at the contact, his hands on the chair gripping the gold armrests tight.
His sounds of pleasure urge me forward and I lick his slit, the salty pre-cum bursting over my tastebuds.
“Fuck,” he curses. “More of that, baby.”
I pump his shaft in short movements, licking the head, lashing my tongue over the broad crown while I milk more pre-cum out of him. His groans grow louder and I seal my lips over him, sucking the tip and sliding down his length.
I move my hand so I can get more, cupping his sac and squeezing it gently.
The soft skin tightens in my palm and his cock jumps in my mouth.
I do it again and one of his hands moves to cup the back of my head, urging me down.
I go willingly, inch by inch, his searing cock disappearing between my lips.
“Vixen,” he moans. “Your sweet mouth is a revelation.”
I hum around him and hollow my cheeks, making sure to breathe through my nose as I work my mouth further down.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts when I roll his balls and suck at the same time.
His cock twitches on my tongue and I pull back till I’m almost all the way off, leaning into the pressure of his hand on my skull. I lift my gaze to meet his hooded eyes, his brow knitted in pleasure.
I keep his eye contact as best I can as I move down, letting him guide me. Up and down I blow him, loving the weight of him in my mouth and the way the vein presses against my cheek, his cock so large that saliva leaks from the corners of my lips.
“Such a dirty slut for Santa,” he praises, lifting his hips just enough that his tip bumps the back of my throat and I gag.
He tries to pull me back but I hold firm, pressing down on his thighs with my hands. He chuckles lightly, praising my tenacity, and I let myself get used to his cock until I can take even more of his shaft in my mouth, nearly the entire length of him slipping past my lips, making my cheeks bulge.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, eyes falling closed and hand gripping my hair tight. “Your mouth feels so good sucking my cock.”
He thrusts up again and my nose touches the well-maintained patch of gray pubic hair he keeps. I gag again but I don’t give in to the temptation to pull away, breathing through my nose until he pulls me back by my hair and I let him.
I pop off his cock, spit falling to my chest. “Santa—”
He pulls me up and off my knees, yanking me forward until his lips smash into mine.
I gasp and he takes the opening to tease his tongue against mine, his peppermint taste flooding my senses and his beard scraping against my lips and cheek.
It feels how I always imagined it would. The sensation delicious.
Cole dominates my mouth, fucks his tongue against mine while one of his hands threads through my hair to keep our lips tightly molded together.
His other hand grips my ass, his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh he spanked.
I moan into the kiss, and he shifts back on the chair so I can climb into his lap, this time with my knees bracketing his thighs.
The new position drags my exposed pussy over his hard cock and we both moan.
“Fuck,” Cole pulls away. I hold his shoulders, shifting over his dick in small movements as he sucks on my neck and I tilt it to give him better access.
He trails open-mouthed kisses downward, over my collarbone until he’s reaching the tops of my breasts.
“Need to see these big tits, Vixen. They’ve been tempting me all night.
Let me watch them bounce while you ride my cock. ”
“Only if I can see more of you,” I reply.
“You can have anything you want. This is your Christmas wish.”
Right. My wish.
I ignore the smart in my chest and push him back so he’s flush against the back of the chair.
He watches me as I undo the buttons of his jacket, the buttery material like heaven against my fingers.
With each button undone, I expose his chest, perfectly decorated with salt and pepper chest hair.
His chest is barreled and strong, and his stomach is soft and pliable like mine.
He’s sexy as hell, and if this were any other man, I’d ask him back to my place so we could fuck all night and explore each other’s bodies.
With the jacket parted, I float my hands up his chest, fingers threading through the soft, yet coarse hair.
His cock comes to life beneath me at my touch and I shimmy to give us both a little friction.
He groans and tells me to lift my arms. I do as he says without question, and he gathers my bunched dress in his palms. Once that’s gone, my bra comes next, my heavy breasts falling free against my ribcage.
He tosses my clothes to the floor, and I arch my back, so my breasts are like an offering to him.
He dives between them, licking my sternum and sucking the tops of them, before he works his way to a nipple.
He latches to it and sucks, both of my hands flying to his head.
I rip off his Santa hat so I can grip his hair, and my hips undulate over his cock in need.
“Oh!” I cry out. “Oh fuck!”
He sucks harder, drawing the whole area of darkened skin into his mouth. He suckles and bites like I'll give him life, and for a second an erotic image of my breast heavy with milk, giving my Santa what he wants, floods my thoughts.
I press him harder to my breast and he draws deeper, biting my nipple as he pulls back to take the other in his mouth and do the same.
He plays until I’m driven crazy with need. “Co—Santa,” I correct myself. “Please, I need you to fuck me now. Please, please, please,” I chorus, as I shift my hips.
The man of the hour looks up at me, mirth in his eyes. He gives each swollen nipple a final kiss before he meets my lips again. He kisses me like I’m water and he hasn’t drunk in months. Our tongues lash, and one of his brawny hands trails down to reach between us.
“Lift up,” he says echoing my earlier words to him. I brace on his shoulders and follow his command, the head of his cock lining up with my soaked pussy. His eyes meet mine, the gleam gone, replaced by the question he’s about to ask.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Vixen?”
“Yes, I want it. I want you.” I lean forward so my lips are pressed against his ear. “I’m on birth control, and I’m good to go.”
His chest rumbles in satisfaction. “I am too.”
I smile against his ear before pulling back, taking his earlobe between my fingers and tugging on it. “Then get to work, Santa. Give your naughty slut what she wants, and stuff me full.”
I drop my hips down at the same time he thrusts up.
“Fuck!” we breathe together, the shock of him hitting deep stealing the air from my lungs. I’m so full, beyond anything I’ve felt before. Not even my biggest dildo is as wide and long as him.
“Oh fuck, Vixen. Your pussy,” he grunts when I squeeze my inner muscles involuntarily around him. “Fuck, baby. So good. So hot and wet.”
I squeeze him consciously this time, and I drop my hands to his pecs, nails digging into the muscles of his chest.
He smacks both my ass cheeks before spreading them wide and lifting me up, forcing me to slide up his cock. It’s hot, and the sound my pussy makes as it glides back down is lewd. I’m so wet, and he’s so hard and hot inside me. I was right when I said he’d ruin me for all men.
“Vixen,” he moans huskily. “Look at me.”
My eyes lock with his and his smirk is back, pure pleasure in his eyes.
“Ride me. Show me how much you love using Santa’s cock.”
I bite my lip and nod, bracing my knees and elevating up, digging my nails deeper into his chest so I know they’ll leave a mark.
He doesn’t use his strength now, letting me take the lead.
His hands rest in the dips of my hips, the weight a steady presence.
Up and down I move, his cock going deeper every time I sit and lean further back on his lap.
“That’s it, ride my fat cock. Show me how much you like it. Let me hear you.”
I don’t question him, letting a long and loud moan spill from my lips as I move my hips back and forth in a wave, so my clit drags over his pelvis.
“Yes,” I moan, eyes hooding. “You feel so good, so big.”
“You like how good I stretch your tight pussy?”
I nod my head enthusiastically, pushing up and sitting back down, moving faster with each movement, my breasts bouncing.
Cole leans forward and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it again. He plays with both as I use him for my pleasure, until low pressure builds in my stomach. But I’m not going to come yet, I need more.
I pull on Cole's hair so he meets my gaze. “Need more, need you to fuck me too.”
“Anything you want, baby.”
He leans back in his throne, and pulls me flush against his body, my nipples flattening to his chest and my face pressed to the crook of his neck. He thrusts his hips up in a brutal movement, his hands that had slipped to my ribcage pushing me down at the same time.
The echo of his cock hitting my cervix travels through my body, and I cry out. “Fuck, oh my fuck, Santa!” I babble, my words not making sense.
“Take it baby. You’re doing so well.”
He thrusts in a persistent rhythm, and with the way our bodies ended up, the buttons on the lapels of his suit rub right over my clit. With every piston of his hips my body jolts, the textured edges hitting my swollen bud at just the right angle.
“Oh fuck! Oh yes, right there. Harder, please,” I beg.
Cole grunts with his effort, his pelvis slapping against my ass, the sound echoing through the cabin along with my arousal.
“That’s it, baby. I can feel your pussy fluttering. Come on my cock.”
He thrusts up again brutally and I slam down. I come with multicolored lights bursting behind my eyes, and a scream of Cole’s name on my lips.
I think I hear him say something to me, but my body is overtaken with pleasure. My muscles twitch and tremble, pussy gripping his cock in random patterns. I drop my mouth to his shoulder and bite down as he thrusts up again, chasing his own release.
His hands palm my ass, and he presses me down onto his cock as he groans his orgasm, chanting my name as his cum fills my pussy, stuffing me full of him exactly like he promised.
“So good, baby. Taking every drop I give you.”
My inner muscles grip around him like a vice, and he drags his hands up and down my back in a soothing motion, his cock jerking sporadically to give me what my pussy seeks.
What I know it will seek for the rest of my life.
Reality comes crashing down at the thought, and I hold Cole to me tighter.
He holds me back, our bodies still connected.
I place my ear over his heart to hear it thump in quick beats, the rhythm slowing as he comes down from his high.
I close my eyes and inhale his pine and winter scent, basking in what I know will be our final moments together. At least in this way. Because as soon as I look up into his eyes, I know it will be time to go, and I don’t want to be alone again.
I clutch him closer, his lips brushing my hair as I breathe, “Not yet.”