by Mercy Faulk
I reached one arm around his broad shoulders and raised the other to brush his white hair away from his ear. I moved in so close that my glossy lips were almost grazing his lobe. "Would you like to see?" I breathed, flicking his ear with the tip of my tongue. A shudder ripped through his body. He clutched my waist and pushed me away from him.
I could see in his face that he was conflicted. "Sarah, I've known you since you were a little girl."
I looked him dead in the eye and pushed against his big hands, forcing him to keep them on me. "I'm a woman now, Santa."
His hungry eyes flickered down to the cleavage just peeking out from my wrap and back to my eyes. "I can see that."
I knew it was time to make my move so I took a step back, allowing his hands to fall away. Keeping my gaze locked on his face, I let the sheer silk wrap shimmer its way down my skin to the floor. The effect was immediate. His breathing shortened, his pupils dilated, and his stiffness threatened to tear right through the front of his red velvet trousers. Oh, how I longed to rub that velvety goodness!
For the second time that night, Santa's jaw dropped. I swear I saw a little drool drip from his luscious lips and dampen his beard.
"For as long as I can remember, Santa, the only thing I ever wanted for Christmas was you, your attention, your affection. And you never failed to give it to me. Now, I want to give you something." I'd inched closer to him as I spoke, until my tits were brushing against his velvet coat. The electricity between us was buzzing, tweaking my nipples to a level of hardness I didn't know they could reach. I looked up into his deep blue eyes and whispered, "I want you to fuck me. I want you to use me. I want you to breed me, Santa."
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About the Author
Mercy Faulk is a dirty, dirty girl who loves to write dirty, dirty stories. She hopes you enjoy her stories. Feel free to contact her at [email protected].
Copyright © 2013 Mercy Faulk
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The characters and events portrayed in this book are a work of fiction or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
This story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18. All of the characters involved in the sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.
