Page 10 of Santa's Dark Secret
It’s been one hell of a big night, and if I had to see another glass of spoiled milk that’s been sitting out all night, I surely would have thrown up. There’s only so much milk a man can tolerate. My old man was all about drinking that shit. He has an iron stomach. On the other hand, I pour that shit down the kitchen sink. No one has time to drink two billion glasses of milk in one night. However, the cookies I can always make time for.
The apartment looks as though Christmas has thrown up all over it, and while I’ve never really cared for decorations, I appreciate the effort she put in. As my gaze continues sweeping Mila’s home, taking in the ornaments on the tree and the little figurines left scattered on her small coffee table, my stare lands upon her open bedroom door.
A wave of excitement pulses through me, knowing she’s right inside that room. Right there waiting for me. Just the thought gets me hard.
Forgetting everything else, I make my way toward her, quickly eating up the steps across her living room until I finally reach her bedroom. I hover at her door, my big shoulders almost brushing both frames as I take her in, sprawled across her bed with the soft moonlight shining through her window and illuminating her petite figure.
She’s fucking breathtaking.
Her body is perfectly gift-wrapped just for me, her soft curves decorated in a crimson lingerie set. She’s fast asleep with one arm shoved under her pillow and her hair spread out across the top, and despite the chilly night, she lays across the top of theblanket. A pair of heels are secured to her feet and while I know that can’t be comfortable, I love it all the same.
She did this just for me.
My cock twitches in my pants, and a groan rumbles through my chest, desperation quickly turning my hardening cock into a steel rod. I can’t wait to touch her, but I intend to take my time.
Moving deeper into her bedroom, I undo the black belt around my waist, letting it drop to the carpet and waiting to see if the noise will wake her, but after twenty years of visiting her in her sleep, it’s no secret this woman sleeps like the living dead.
My boots are silent on the floor as I move around the side of her bed, slowly pulling off my big red coat and tossing it toward the armchair in the corner of her room. I’m left with suspenders over my shoulders to hold up the pants that barely contain my erection, but I get the feeling she’d want me to leave them on—at least for now.
Standing at the side of her bed, I see her Christmas charm bracelet on her bedside table, filled with the little mementos I’ve given her for each of my visits, and just seeing it there fills me with a strange warmth I’ve never experienced with anyone else but her. Every year it’s the same, and I’m fucking addicted to it.
Mila shifts in her sleep, putting herself straight on her stomach and hitching her knee up high, unintentionally spreading those creamy thighs, and the need within me skyrockets.
Fuck, she’s simply stunning.
My cock flinches, begging for relief, and I can’t wait a moment longer.
Reaching for the front of my pants, I release the buttons and slip my hand inside. I take my straining cock, giving a firm squeeze before finally freeing it and gritting my teeth as the pleasure rocks through me.
I step into the side of Mila’s bed and as my fist begins pumping up and down my thick cock, my thumb roaming over my tip and making my hips jolt with a ferocious need, I reach down toward her bed, my gaze locked on the perky globes of her ass in her crimson thong with the slightest hint of her pussy peeking between her spread thighs.
I’ve waited so long to feel her skin beneath mine, and as my fingertips connect with her ankle, a shiver sails right down my spine. I close my eyes for just a moment as I feel the hunger ripping through my body, and when I reopen them, I watch my fingers brush up her leg with a laser-sharp stare.
A soft moan slips from her lips, and my gaze falls to her beautiful face as she begins to stir, but it’s not enough to completely wake her. My fingers continue traveling up, moving from her knee and up the outside of her thigh, enticing another moan from her, this one filled with a little more heat.
Mila’s eyelids begin to flutter, and my heart booms rapidly in my chest, needing to have her eyes locked on mine once again, just like she did all those years ago.
That’s right, baby. Open your eyes for me.
My fingers continue higher on her thigh. When I can’t take it a moment longer, I slip my hand between her legs, cupping her sweet pussy. I feel her warmth and groan low, clutching my cock tighter and willing myself not to come.
Fuuuck. I need her.
Mila sucks in a breath, grinding against my hand, and I cup her tighter, massaging her clit through her crimson thong. When she finally opens her eyes, her hooded gaze sails over my body, starting at my face before slowly trailing down my chest and abs. When she takes in the sight of my straining cock, she licks her lips, hunger blossoming in her eyes as she rises up onto her elbow.
“It’s really you,” she whispers into the moonlit room, looking at me in disbelief. I thought she would be scared or gasp at the sight of a strange man in her home, but it’s as though her soul recognizes mine. “I knew you’d come.”
“You wished for me to come and fuck you until your knees shake, Mila. Of course I came,” I growl, watching the way she watches me and giving her the show she’s been waiting for as my thumb roams over the tip of my cock. “There’ll be time to talk later. I’ve waited years to feel your pretty lips around my cock. Don’t keep me waiting a second longer, Mila. Worship me on your knees and show me how well you take me.”
Mila doesn’t hesitate to slide off the edge of the bed, her bare knees spread against the hardwood floor, and as she looks up at me through her thick lashes, her eyes shine with the deepest, raw excitement. Her tongue rolls over her bottom lip again, leaving it shimmering with saliva, and I instinctively inch toward her, wondering if I’m going to have to guide her through this. But without a single ounce of hesitation, her hand comes down over mine on my cock and she instantly takes over. Her fist is firm, but not too tight, which is exactly how I like it, and as she slowly begins working her way to my tip, my knees threaten to give out. Just the feel of her touch is too much, but when she slightly rises up on her knees, and I feel her warm breath brushing across the tip of my cock, I almost fucking lose it.
I can’t keep my eyes off her. I’ve anticipated this moment for years, but nothing could possibly compare to how it actually feels. Mila doesn’t take her eyes off me as she leans in, and when she opens her mouth and her tongue flicks over my tip, I fucking crumble, reaching behind her and knotting my hand into her long hair.
“Yes, Mila. Fuck me with your mouth. Take me deep, baby.”
Her eyes glisten with the challenge as she opens wide and leans into me, taking me right in the back of her throat as her fistcontinues pumping up and down my thick length. Her mouth closes firmly around me, and as her tongue roams over my velvety skin, my hips jolt.
I tighten my hold on the back of her hair as she looks up at me with those bright green eyes, desperate to please me. “Just like that,” I rumble.
