Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 86706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
There were candles lit everywhere, the scent of cinnamon and spice heavy in the air. Katy was no longer asleep under the covers. Instead, she lay across the comforter, looking very wide awake, and dressed as an elf. A sexy, naughty elf. She lounged on the bed, one leg bent provocatively, her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, and her blue eyes alight with mischief. She was sexy and sweet, all in one package. In her hand, she held a Santa hat, which she tossed my way. I caught it, allowing the towel I had draped around my waist to fall to the floor, my erection kicking up at the sight of her sensual tableau.
“Merry Christmas, Mr. Claus.” She winked. “I think it’s time Santa got a little present.”
I donned the hat, grinning. “Oh, little elf, Santa has a present for you, all right. But there isn’t anything little about it.”
She giggled and patted the bed. “Why don’t you come over here and let me decide that.” Her smile grew wider. “Maybe we can disprove the myth that Santa only comes once a year.”
I didn’t need a second invitation. I stepped closer to the bed. “Well, fucking ho, ho, ho to me.”
I gazed down at Katy, unable to stop my leer. Her shapely legs were encased in silky sheer stockings that stopped mid-thigh with a frill of lace. The red and green stripes emphasized the curves. Her transparent camisole was trimmed in white fake fur and held together with a small bow, which wasn’t going to last long. Her full breasts spilled over the lace, her nipples already hard under the thin, diaphanous fabric. She bent her knee back, her bare pussy already glistening in the low light.
“You lost your panties, elf.”
She shook her head. “I was saving you time.”
“How…thoughtful of you.”
Her eyes gleamed. “They were just getting all…wet anyway.”
I braced my arms on the bed, grinning at her. “Is that a fact?”
Her voice dropped, the color I loved deepening her cheeks. “I always get wet when I think of you.”
I dropped my head and breathed in deeply.
Jesus. I loved it when she talked dirty.
When I glanced up, a low laugh escaped from my lips as I took in the curled slippers with bells on the toes and the jaunty elf hat she had perched on her head.
“I like your slippers,” I teased, tapping the end, making the bell tinkle.
She wiggled her toes with a lazy grin. “I thought you might like to ring all my bells, Santa.” She tapped her lips. “I was thinking of licking your peppermint stick.”
I grew harder, my cock twitching at the thought of her lips wrapped around my shaft. “What a naughty little elf you are,” I mused. “You might get coal in your stocking this year.”
“I was hoping for your cock in my sock instead,” she deadpanned, then giggled at her words.
I blinked and joined in her mirth. I knelt on the mattress, swinging myself over her body, hovering, bracing my weight on my forearms.
I leaned down close. So close I could feel her breath, light and sweet, drift over my face. “God, I love you, Katy VanRyan.”
She lifted her head, meeting my mouth. Our lips moved and caressed. Easy and soft. Then as usual when we were together and alone, desire took over and my need for her blossomed into a fiery want. I slid my tongue inside her mouth, claiming it. Claiming her. I moved one arm behind her back, lifting her close, using my free hand to shred the bow in the front. I needed her skin against mine. She wrapped her legs around my hips, cradling me. Our kisses grew deeper. Longer. More frantic and needier. I dragged my mouth down her neck, licking and biting at the soft skin, sucking at the juncture between her neck and shoulder.
“Jesus, Katy, I want to fuck you. Make love to you. All at once.”
She cupped my face, her lips swollen and wet from mine. “Then do it, Richard.”
I sat up, pulling her with me. Our chests pressed together, her hard nipples rubbing against the hairs on my skin. I cupped her ass, holding her tight. “Which one first, baby?”
Her lips brushed against my ear. “I want my taste first, Santa. Your cock in my mouth. After, you can do anything you want.” She bit down, tugging my lobe. “Anything.”
I groaned, letting her push me back. I fell to the mattress, opening my arms in surrender. “Do your worst, little elf.”
She licked and bit her way down my chest, her teeth teasing my flesh as she soothed the pinches away with her tongue. She knew how much I loved for her to play with my nipples, licking and sucking at them until they were hard points under her tongue. She slid down my body, wrapping her hand around my aching cock.