Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
I love how strong my saucy Santa is as he positions himself on top of me. My arms reach up around his shoulders.
“Hey there, Santa Claus. You got a present for me?”
“Yes, indeed. Santa’s sack needs some attention before the grotto.”
I giggle. “My elfish pussy always needs attention. Grotto or not.”
“No getting too grotto this morning. Let’s keep it nice and gentle, shall we?”
“Gentle sounds good to me for once.”
Reuben and I had such filthy fun after the clothes dash that I’m still battered and bruised to shit from it. My ass is gonna be purple from paddle blows, and my tits were bound so tight that the twine grooves are still hurting. The founder side of Reuben sure showed himself in its full glory, and I loved it.
I love his morning glory, too…
In fact, I love every single filthy, sweet side of him. My beautiful silver fox Santa. Santa, boss, founder, lover. Jealous, possessive, and selfless. All in one package. With a package that can send me sky high.
His dick glides all the way in, I’m so wet for him. He slides his thumb between my puffy pussy lips as he circles his hips, seeking out my clit. It doesn’t take long for him to find his target, and he’s a fucking pro – hitting double whammy on the sensation spots. Inside as well as out. But he takes it so fucking slow. Teasing so gently.
He lowers his head and flicks his tongue across my nipple. It’s still so fucking sore from being clamped. The tenderness is divine as he sucks, just a touch.
“You were such a good girl last night. Incredible,” he says, and I smile up at the ceiling at his praise.
My five-star reviews have always given me a massive glow of accomplishment, and I figured I’d miss that without the constant stream from my clients – but Reuben’s words are worth a ton of five starrers.
“I made you take it so fucking bad,” he says, shoving his cock deep and pressing on my clit. “And you played the game like an absolute dream.”
I arch my back as he laps at my tits, my breaths already ragged from the way he’s using my pussy.
“It wasn’t a game,” I say. “It was all real. Everything is real with you. There’s no Creamgirl here anymore. It’s just me.”
He puts his face up to mine, brushing my lips with his.
“I’m glad about that, because Tiffany is the one I want, princess. She’s the one I need.”
The contrast in him is like yin and yang. The brutal Reuben from last night, who treated me like a slut while I cried and screamed, and the loving, tender Reuben in bed with me this morning.
I’m in love with all of his flavours. Every single one of them.
“You’ll drive me mad with the teasing,” I tell him as he pulls out a little way and strokes his thumb over my clit.
“Good. I want you needing me so bad, it drives you to insanity.”
“We’re already long past the insanity point,” I say, and pull him in for a kiss.
My tongue sweeps against his so softly, it’s like a brush of wet velvet. Our kiss is delicate but desperate, both at once. A fascination that captures us like moths to a flame.
“Do it, Reuben,” I whisper against his lips. “Fuck my bruised cunt nice and hard.”
“No,” he says. “I’m going to fuck your bruised cunt so slowly you’ll be begging to come.”
He stays true to his word, in complete control of every flex and every plunge. He’s a man of steel.
Only he wasn’t so calm and calculated when we first got home last night, and he dragged me through to the living room. There was no calmness in him as he shot his load into my petulant face after I talked about taking other men’s cocks.
Jealousy.
I can’t help myself wanting more. I’m moaning at the thought of that fire in his eyes.
Praise and jealousy from a man like Reuben Sinclair is enough to light up the world.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, princess,” he says, sliding his cock in slowly enough that I moan for more. “You’d be a terrible poker player. Your face is too beautifully expressive.”
I look into his gorgeous dark eyes.
“I’m thinking about how annoyingly fucking good your cock feels.”
He won’t break the stare.
“Don’t lie to me. You’re thinking about more than that.”
“I’m not.” I buck my hips. “It is annoyingly good, and you know it. You like driving me insane, don’t you?”
“I think we’re both insane. You said it yourself. It’s very clear to see.”
I wrap my legs around him, trying to spur him on. The slow builds are always the mightiest, but so infuriating when you’re a gagging bitch wanting a hit of cum.
“What are you really thinking about?” he asks again.
I wish I could tell him. I want to.