Page 12 of Santa's Dark Secret
His dark stare penetrates mine, and with nothing but the moonlight shining against his muscular body, my mouth waters.
“Lay back, Mila. Hands above your head.”
Hunger fills me, and I do exactly what I’ve been told, slowly laying back onto my bed with my bound wrists above my head.
“Spread those pretty thighs. Show me what I’ve been waiting for.”
Again, I don’t hesitate, bringing my feet up onto the bottom of the mattress before slowly spreading them wide as though offering him up a buffet. “Take me,” I beg him, my stare locked and loaded on him. “It’s all yours.”
He clenches his jaw and fists his cock, squeezing it hard, and just when I expect him to step into me, tear my thighs from my body and fuck me hard, he drops to his knees at the end of my bed.
Oh, fuck yes.
Taking my spread thighs, he wraps his arms around them and drags me the rest of the way down the bed until my ass is barely hanging off the mattress. My legs hook over his wide shoulders, and he quickly buries his head between my thighs, closing his mouth over my thong-covered pussy.
He inhales deeply, and I groan just as he sucks my clit right through my sheer underwear, already driving me wild. He pulls back just an inch, his fingers slipping under the edge of my thong and pulling it aside just enough to expose my needy cunt. “Mmm, you’re ready for me.”
The only response my body is capable of is to clench my pussy, begging to be touched, and within seconds, I feel his fingertips slowly trailing over my clit. It tickles, but fuck does it feels good, and as he takes them lower, I suck in a breath. The anticipation of what’s to come is surely going to kill me.
Finding my entrance, he teases me for a moment before leaning back in and closing his warm mouth over my clit, his tongue rolling over the sensitive bud, and just as a loud groan tears from deep in my chest, he slides two thick fingers inside of me.
“Oh fuck,” I pant, arching my back right off the mattress.
He hits the spot straight away, and my eyes roll, but when he curls his fingers inside me and begins to massage, I become a squirming mess on my bed. He sucks and nips my clit, the intensity shooting from zero to one hundred in the blink of an eye. I’ve never felt something so raw and intense.
He doesn’t let up, giving me more as his tongue works over me, fucking me with his skilled fingers. He sucks against my clit, teasing me relentlessly. I need to scream. I need to cry out. I need to fucking come already, but I wouldn’t dare. No, I’m holding onto this one as long as I can, even if it kills me.
His tongue is pure magic, whereas his fingers are clearly blessed by the angels of heaven because no man I’ve ever met has ever had skill like this.
My body spasms wildly out of control, and he uses his other hand to try and hold me still.
“Oh God. YES!” I cry out, every second bringing me closer and closer to the edge. It’s too much, I can’t handle it, but I’m not going out just yet, and I lean up on one elbow, needing to see the way his fingers slide in and out, desperate to watch the way his wet tongue rolls over my needy clit. And fuck, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
His long, thick fingers separate inside of me, rolling past my walls over and over, driving me wild with need as I become completely captivated by the view. My hips buck beneath his hold, and I feel his wicked grin against my clit. I’m so fucking wet for him, but something tells me this is only the beginning.
I hook my joined wrists around the back of his strong neck, holding on for dear life as he pushes me past my limits, my clit becoming more sensitive by the second. “Oh. Fuck. I can’t—I’m . . . Shit. Oh God. Oh God. YES!”
My fingers knot into his hair, and a deep growl rumbles through my bedroom, the vibration against my clit sending me into overdrive. Then without another second of warning, I detonate, coming harder than I’ve ever come before. My body spasms as the walls of my pussy wildly convulse around his huge fingers.
I cry out as my orgasm tears through me, feeling its effects right into my fingertips and toes. I clench my eyes and throw my head back, never having felt more alive in my life. Not even I could entice an orgasm like this out of me.
Holy fucking shit.
He doesn’t stop, and with every swipe of his fingers and tongue against my sensitive body, he drags my orgasm out, and my thighs involuntarily squeeze around his head as my hips wildly buck and shake. It’s too much, and I fall back to the mattress as the high threatens to take me out.
“Oh my god,” I pant as it finally hits its peak and begins to wind back down.
Mr. Christmas Eve reluctantly gives in and allows me a chance to come down, slowly pulling his fingers free before letting up on my clit and pulling back just enough for my body to relax. He takes my thighs and lifts them off his shoulders before placing my feet back on the edge of the bed.
I can’t tear my eyes off him as my chest heaves, only as he gets back to his feet, looming over me in the soft moonlight—all six-foot-four of him—I’m met with his raging erection, and fuck, he’s ready to go. Eating my pussy really worked him up, and judging by the protruding veins and the bead of pre-cum sitting on the tip of his massive cock, he’s more than ready for me.
He steps into me, his legs hitting the edge of the mattress before his hand comes down beside my hip. He leans over me, hovering just close enough to tease me but not actually touch me. That is until he brings his other hand up and hovers his glistening fingertips over my lips. “Open wide, Mila. Taste how sweet you are.”
I open my mouth just enough for him to slide his thick fingers inside, and I close my eyes as I suck them clean. He pulls them free, and before I have the chance to swallow, his lips come down on mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and kissing me deeply.
I moan against his lips, and he slowly pulls away, dropping his lips to the sensitive skin below my ear and driving me wild. I tip my head back as I arch up off the bed. “Oh God,” I groan, hooking my legs around his hips and pulling him down until I feel his heavy cock grinding against my core.
“Free my wrists,” I beg him, panting as his hips grind down.
