Page 11 of Santa's Dark Secret
Mila’s cheeks hollow out as she sucks, her head bobbing back and forth as her fist follows her movements, her tongue not letting up for a single second. It’s fucking magical. I thought I was coming here to make her legs shake, but fuck, she’s the one bringing me to my knees. I should have known better. Her wish was to make me come undone, to make me fall apart in her mouth, and that’s exactly what she intends to do.
Mila moans as she works me with her tongue, and the vibrations rock through me, leaving me in a fucking chokehold, but when her free hand reaches up and cups my balls, I just about lose it. She cups me firmly, her fingers gently massaging, and fuck, it’s the sweetest pleasure I’ve ever felt.
She doesn’t let up, working me as though she already knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Her confidence is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and I can’t hold on a moment longer. “Fuck, Mila.”
Her eyes shimmer as she pushes herself further, taking me deeper into the back of her throat. When she begins to hum, I do just that, letting myself fall to fucking pieces as I come hard into her sweet mouth, emptying myself until there’s nothing left to give.
She doesn’t ease up on me, continuing to pump her fist up and down my length as the intense orgasm rips through me, her fingers rolling over my tightened balls until my knees physically begin to fail me.
I have no choice but to pull her back, the intensity is too much, and as she releases me, I can’t help but watch her. Mila sits backon her heels, not tearing her eyes off mine for even a second as she makes a show of dragging her thumb across her bottom lip.
She offers me her hand, and I don’t hesitate to help her to her feet, only she moves in closer, those blazing green eyes locked on mine. “Tell me, did I live up to your expectations?”
Fuck me. This woman.
I simply nod, more than enjoying being in her presence. “You exceeded them.”
“Good,” she murmurs, placing her hand against my chest as the electricity burns between us. “Because I have expectations of my own, and if you don’t start making me scream soon, then you’ll be tied to that chair and forced to watch me as I do it myself. I’ve waited long enough for you. I’m ready now, and I don’t want to wait a moment longer.”
A wicked grin stretches across my face.
I love nothing more than a good challenge, and if Mila Morgan says she’s ready to be fucked right now, then who the hell am I to keep her waiting? Only, if she thinks she’s running this show, she’s got another thing coming.
5
MILA
My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, still tasting his cum in the back of my throat. I’ve never felt so alive. The moment he touched me, my body filled with electricity, and all that mattered was pleasing him. I needed to make him come. I needed to feel the way he fell apart for me, and damn it, that’s exactly what he did.
I had him right where I wanted him, completely crippled under my touch. He gave me everything and was at my mercy, and it was the single best moment of my life. I’ve never felt so beautiful. So desired. Everything else faded away, and all that mattered was us. But now, there’s a shift in the air, and as my chest rises and falls right in front of him, I realize that I was a fool to assume I had any real control here.
This is his game, and I’m just a piece for him to play with as he sees fit. But there’s a thrill in that, an excitement that builds deep in my core, promising that this is about to be the best night of my life. He inches closer to me, his arm locking around mywaist and pulling me in hard against his chest, and I feel his rock-hard cock against my stomach.
I’m already addicted to his smell. It’s as though he just stepped straight out of the woods, but I suppose that’s what you get when you live in the North Pole . . . assuming that part of the story is actually true. It seems there’s still so much I don’t actually know about this man. Hell, I don’t even know his name. But the red coat on my armchair, the boots, and the red pants suggest that maybe he’s Santa after all, which leaves me with more questions than I started with, but right now, all that matters is the feel of his arm locked around my waist.
“Your body belongs to me,” he rumbles, a slight accent to his deep tone. “I’m going to take you Mila. I’m going to spread you apart and claim your sweet little cunt over and over until you physically can’t give anymore. Do you understand me? I won’t stop until you beg me to.”
Oh God.
I swallow hard and nod, the anticipation building rapidly in my chest. “I don’t think you understand just what you’re getting yourself into.”
He scoffs as though the idea of not knowing how every second of this is going to pan out is absurd to him, and not a moment later, his hand is on my ass, hauling me up into his strong arms. My legs wrap around his muscled waist as my arm locks around his neck.
My heated gaze remains locked on his, and fuck, he’s absolutely everything I’ve ever thought he’d be. The little dark-haired boy I saw all those years ago is now this dark-haired beast who knows how to make all my sexual fantasies come true. Everything about him is huge. His height, his shoulders, his hands . . . and especially his cock. I could barely fit my mouth around him, but I’m not one to back down from a challenge, soI did what I could to make it happen, even if it meant sacrificing my throat to the BJ gods.
Every single inch of him is covered with toned muscle. It’s as though he spends every other night of the year chained to his home gym. There’s no doubt about it—this man is absolutely gorgeous. His sharp, stubbled jaw makes the butterflies in the pit of my stomach take flight, but his dark, hooded eyes are so intense that my pussy throbs.
“I have pictured taking you in every way physically possible, Mila. I’ve pictured your lips wrapped around my cock, the taste of your sweet little cunt, and even how far I could stretch your ass, and no matter how wild you are, how intense or good you are, no matter if you bring me to my fucking knees, I will always give you what you need. So trust me when I tell you that I know exactly what I’m getting myself into. It’s you, my sweet, Mila, who doesn’t understand. But it’s okay, I will ease you into it.”
Ease me into it? Oh fuck. Just how hard is he going to fuck me? Don’t tell me he’s one of those guys who’s going to hang me from the ceiling fan and play out his weird, kinky fantasies. I mean, sure, I’ll play along, and he’ll probably make me feel some kind of way, but it’s not really what I’m hoping to get out of tonight. Though something tells me I’m dead wrong on that one. This delicious piece of man meat right here knows exactly what I need and how to get me there. There’s no doubt about it.
“Do your worst,” I murmur, holding his intense stare. “Make me scream, but first, what’s your name? I need to know exactly what name I should be screaming when you make me come.”
A cocky smirk pulls at the corner of his lips, and it makes my heart boom in my chest. He truly is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. “Scream for your god, baby. He’s the only one who can save you now.”
With that, my mystery Christmas Eve visitor walks around to the bottom of my bed and sets me down on the edge beforecollecting both of my wrists. I watch him with curiosity as he slips his hand into his pocket and pulls out a red satin cloth that instantly sends a wicked thrill pulsing right through to my core.
He ties the satin fabric around my wrists, and I swallow hard as he pulls it into a secure knot and takes a step back to survey his handiwork.
