Page 14 of Santa & His Elf
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Let me come.”
“Come for me, Elfie.”
On command, Pepper’s eyes widen, and his lips round in the perfect ‘O’ as he cries out and his cock erupts. Cum pours all over his stomach and my hand. Fascinated by his release, as he squirms beneath me, I continue to stroke him through the climax. Pepper grabs my forearm as a tether or a plea for me to stop. I don’t know which, but I don’t stop. More and more bursts of cum pool in the ridges of his tiny abs as I force him to let go in my fist.
“That’s it. Come for me again,” I order to test my theory.
Once more, Pepper’s body listens as another one, two, three stripes of cum fly from his slit and up his stomach to the valley between his pecs. The smaller body beneath me thrashes and sobs incoherently as I continue my assault on his perfect, little member.
“So beautiful,” I praise, driving into his hole, wanting to unload inside him again to fulfill this need, this desire, that I’ve been ignoring for far too long.
For hours, I lose myself in my gift, my elf, my second, my husband, my life. On and on, I fuck him into the mattress, make him ride me, and I never tire. In this with me, Pepper never asks me to stop.
The sun bathes the room in its early morning glow as I cover my elf from behind. With his stomach pressed against the bed, my cock grinds in and out of his well-used hole, ourfingers threaded overhead, as he moans in pleasured exhaustion into the messy, cum-coated sheets.
“I fucking love this,” I breathe heavily against his neck, dropping kisses there and across his shoulders. “I don’t ever wanna stop.”
“Please don’t,” Pepper begs.
“Then come for me, my sweet, sweet elf. Come on your man's cock.”
For the tenth or twentieth time tonight, I’ve lost count; Pepper’s hole squeezes tightly around my dick as his member soils the bedding in his climax.
“That’s it, come for me,” I coax.
“Nick.”
“I know, baby. I know. Your pretty little cock needs it.”
“Yes,” he sobs, half delirious.
“You wanna come again?”
“Please.”
“If you let go for me, sweetheart, I’ll let go, too. I’ll feed your hungry little hole another load. Do you want that?” I nuzzle my nose to the side of his sweaty head, plastered in black hair, smelling of vanilla and peppermint.
Pepper’s hoarse cry is answer enough as I nibble his salty earlobe and savor the connection with my person, my body on his, the feeling of rightness.
“That’s it, Elfie. Take my cock,” I groan as I let go and fill Pepper’s body. He moans with me, needing my cum as much as he needs his next breath.
“One more time, sweetheart. It’s your time to come for me.”
On cue, Pepper’s body stiffens beneath mine, ass clenching, as he messes the sheets the last time of the day, or for now, in a last spurt of whatever his body has left.
Dropping onto my side, I take him with me, the small spoon to my big. I give a final kiss to the back of Pepper’s head and close my eyes, wrung dry in the best of ways.
“Goodnight, my elf,” I mumble.
Pepper takes my hand, folds his damp fingers through mine, and holds it to his chest. “Sleep tight, Santa.”
Yes.
That.
