Just because I’m not entertaining regularly these days doesn’t mean I’m letting go of my bi-monthly Brazilian appointment. And since she’s looking so closely, I lick the pad of my thumb, and let my hand slide down to the spot at the top of my mons were the seam starts. I press down enough to get a jolt of pleasure and get exactly what I was aiming for. My sex goddess licks her lips like she’s famished, and my pussy’s the only thing on the menu.
NowI’m ready to answer questions. “My name is Farnaz Castillo. My uncle knows Mr. Kringle, and he said I could stay here tonight.”
At the mention of the proprietor of the villa my mystery woman snaps her gaze back up to my face. “Who’s your uncle?” She asks, that commanding tone of hers making every single nerve in my body sing.
I guess we’ll keep pretending I don’t have snowflake clips on my tits or that my wand is still vibrating on the bed. Maybe we can make it a game. I’ll start playing with myself as I answer her questions, and we’ll see who caves first. I probably will, I’m already so aroused my clit’s on a hair trigger and with her giving me all those stern looks, I’ll go off in a second.
This is risky because she didn’t look happy when she walked in on me, but she hasn’t thrown me out either. And we both know that even if I have taken some liberties with how I availed myself of the house, the ownerdidinvite me. So yeah, I’m going to play a little.
I pull on the little chain connecting the clamps and answer her as a shiver courses through my body. “Melchior, he’s one of the—
She holds up a hand, and nods, her gaze fixed on my hands. I’m kneeling, and with my thighs spread she has an exceptionally good view of how wet my pussy is at the moment.
“I know Melchior.” She says tautly, as she considers me for a second. Her lush red lips are slightly open and her blue eyes are boring into me. I feel like a morsel about to be eaten, and I really hope that’s what she’s thinking. But after a moment she shakes her head like she’s forcing herself to focus back on the conversation. “And Kris Kringle told him you could stay here?”
“Yes,” I nod. “I’m only here for tonight. My flight got cancelled because of a snowstorm, so instead of driving the five hours back to Santo Domingo, my uncle called Mr. Kringle. Do you work for him?” I ask and she looks genuinely surprised at the question.
“I don’t work for him, I’m his daughter. I’m Kristina Kringle.”
Oh shit, I just got caught masturbating by Santa’s daughter…on his bed.
She still looks intense, but maybe not mad? I confirm my theory when a second later she points at the little silver snowflakes currently clipped to my boobs and gives me an utterly filthy smile. “Snowflakes?”
Oh…Santa wants to play. “’Tis the season!” I grin and give my shoulders a little shake, eliciting a very hungry sound from the blonde as she stalks over to the bed.
Kristina
I’m absolutely fucking this woman. There’s no way that’s not happening. At this point the only thing keeping me from leaning in and pulling her to the edge of the bed—so I can put my mouth on that glistening pussy—is the fact that this was all orchestrated by my father.
Not that I don’t already know why he did it. My dad’s been on a campaign to get me “coupled off” for years now and this is probably his non too subtle way of taking another stab at ending my bachelorette era. Although I doubt his plan involved me finding the surprise guest he dropped on me splayed on my bed like an offering. God, I’m dying to look at her ass. And I know her nipples will sting when those clamps come off. I want to do it myself. Let those pretty brown peaks free from the tight clips and massage them until the circulation comes back. Then I’d flip her on her stomach and tongue her tight little cunt until I can hear her screaming again, this time for me.
“Ms. Kringle?” Fuck, I need to focusandto clear the air. Sheisa guest in my house and this situation’s awkward enough without me standing here thinking about sucking on her tits while I finger her.
I wave off the formality. “Call me Kristina,” She smiles, and I notice that her mouth is perfectly kissable. Full brown lips with a hint of pink. I want to bite them.
“Okay.” She cants her head to the side taking me in, and my hands tingle with the need to touch her. “I’ve never really met any of the Toy Runners or their families, other than the Three Kings. It’s nice to meet you, Kristina.” She grins as she says my name, and damn I want her.
“Under the circumstances it seems like first names are in order.” I feel a smile tugging up my lips too, and she’s right, the Toy Runners are very discreet about their lives. I only met her uncle once I was acting as Santa. “I wasn’t expecting company, but you’ve made quite an impression.” I tell her as I lick my lips and she responds with a sly grin that makes every muscle in my body tighten.
Maybe my father knows what he’s doing, because the exhaustion from just minutes ago is a distant memory now. My skin feels tight with anticipation. Raw need flares under my skin, and what I want more than anything is to get naked and in bed with this woman and lose myself in her for days. And the way she’s looking at me as she palms her pussy tells me that she might be down for that suggestion.
“You’re catching a plane in the morning.” I say, and she nods.
“Yes, mid-morning if it’s safe to fly. I can get out of your hair though, I thought I saw another bedroom.” She doesn’t sound thrilled with that idea and with the way my fingers are itching to pluck on her nipples, I can’t not offer her a more enjoyable way to spend the evening. And Iwilloffer. I ask for what I want. Always. You don’t step into the role only men have filled for a thousand years without learning to speak your mind.
I place my fists on the edge of the bed, so that our faces are only inches apart. My heart thumping hard on my chest. “You’re welcome to stay in one of our guest bedrooms. We have three.” I show my teeth at the way her eyes keep veering down to my breasts and popping back up to my face. She’s adorable, and if she’s up for it, I plan on spending the rest of the time she’s here making her come. “But, there’s another option.” I suggest, running my tongue over my bottom lip.
“Yes?” She asks eagerly as her very generous breasts move up and down with her fast breaths. Her pupils are blown, and I think I know what her answer will be before I ask.
I make a show of looking at my watch, and then at her. “If you’re leaving mid-morning that means you have about sixteen hours before you have to head out to the airport, and I can think of a few ways we can put some of that time to good use.” I wink, and her breath hitches making my nipples pebble inside my bra. I can feel the hard tips rubbing against the lace.I’m so fucking turned on.But this gorgeous girl is not going to be outdone by me. She leans in so our faces are practically touching.
“That’s a very appealing offer, Kristina. But I’d like to hear more.” She says and I feel her reach for something. In the next moment she’s got her wand in front of my face. “You see, I had a few things planned. To keep myself busy. And I’m veryverygood,” she whispers, “At playing on my own.” Her voice is tight for that last part, when I finally cave and pull on the chain between her breasts.
“How about we start by sitting you on the edge of this bed,” I suggest placidly, “So I can take care of this hungry little cunt. I bet you’re clenching already. You’re dying for a good tonguing, aren’t you?” She moans and leans into me, and I catch her lower lip between my teeth. Her thick black hair is all over her face and it’s like we’re under a blanket, kissing in the dark. I let the tip of my tongue run over the seam of her lips and she opens for me. And then our tongues are tangling as we lean into each other.
I pull back, see her flushed cheeks and want to go right back in for more kisses. “So we have a deal then?” She smiles wickedly and without saying a word slides that luscious ass to the edge of the bed, then plants her feet on the bench and spreads her pussy with two fingers.
“You were saying?”
