Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
“I’m an adult,” Lola hisses.
Dennis hands over the tablet to me. “Here is the footage for the last few minutes before I came to my office.” I transfer it to the big screen and play the encounter with Ryan and the way Lola leans into me when I wrap my arm around her waist, and how we part ways.
“So as you see, I clearly haven’t kidnapped her.”
There’s a collective, “Oh.”
“I see. So you’re not in duress, ma’am?”
“Not the kind that needs the police,” she huffs. “I’m embarrassed and saddened that Ryan would go through all this trouble because I wouldn’t accept his date.”
“Would you like to press charges?”
I look at Lola who clearly doesn’t have a cruel bone in her body unlike myself who’d enjoy sending the prick to prison, so I respond, “No. It’s Christmas time, and I’d hate for his son to be devastated, but we’d like to speak with the reporters outside. We’ll address them in about half an hour with a full story.”
Half an hour later Lola and I are dressed in our holiday outfits again, ready to greet the media in my office. Yes, the town is small, but the neighboring city where I live is enormous and the news channels are all looking forward to the massive holiday caper to tell. We’ll give them a story though.
I sit in my office chair with my Mrs. Claus in my lap while my desk has been transformed into a mini banquet. “Santa, it seems you have been put on the naughty list, but it looks like we might have been mistaken,” Jillian Espinosa from Channel Two says with her newsy smile she probably has perfected for years.
I chuckle and give the camera a wink, giving Lola’s waist a squeeze for good measure. “Yes, Mrs. Claus and I snuck away from the crowds to enjoy our feast before I visit children’s homes around the world, tonight.”
“I love feeding Santa my cookies,” Lola adds, holding a tray from the craft table we had set up downstairs.
“Well, it looks like we have a case of love in the North Pole with Santa and Mrs. Claus.”
They cut the cameras and thank us for not filing charges on the false report from their now fired reporter Ryan Samuels. Dennis and Marianne see them out, flipping the lock as they go. “I’ll see you at Mom’s,” Marianne calls out as the door shuts.
“Yes, you will,” I answer for the both of us even though it was meant for Lola. Once they’re gone, Lola yanks down my fake white beard and crushes her mouth to mine.
I whip off the Santa jacket, stuffing, and the beard that kept her at a distance, tossing them onto the floor because I don’t want anything in the way. Frustration and impatience are getting to me. I throw her onto the desk and lift her skirt. These tights have to go. I rip them off her body because I can’t wait a moment more to get a taste of my woman. Her panties are soaked under the torn material.
“Uh oh. I hope we don’t have to return the costume.”
“I don’t give a fuck. I’ll pay for you to keep it, baby girl.” I grip her hips and drag her to the edge to get her sweet slit in my mouth. My first taste of her silky hole drives me insane with lust and greed fills me up. Dipping my tongue past her folds into her sticky cunt, I lick her pussy juices like a thirsty beast. Her hands grip the edge of the desk as I feast on her wetness, eating her until she screams my name.
“Trent,” she cries out, hands moving into my hair, digging into my scalp, and pushing my face into her mound.
Claiming her right here and now is the only thing on my mind after what has happened. Pumping a finger into her tight pussy, I stretch out her hole, getting her ready for Santa to fit himself down her chimney.
“It’s time for Santa to unload his sack,” I growl, freeing my cock from the suit and letting the pants and boxers slide down to my knees.
“I’ve been a very good girl.”
“I know. That’s why you’re the only one to get any presents from Santa.” Rubbing the tip up and down her seam a couple of times before I line up my cock with her entrance, I push my way through her tight walls, claiming my woman and taking her virginity for my own.
A little whimper and gasp escape her as I stretch her pussy to the max. “Sorry, Lola.”
“It’s okay. I’ll be able to take it, big guy. Just give it to me.”
“That’s what I want to hear,” I growl. With a grunt, I drop down and slam my mouth onto hers, absorbing her cries as I piston in and out of her. The desk rocks off the floor, moving with every pump of my hips, but I don’t give a shit if we end up pinned to the door by the time I’m done stuffing her.