by Skye Warren
But my thoughts temporarily sideline when the elevator dings and opens to my penthouse suite. Sydney sits on the couch playing with her phone and Gage is rolled up in blankets beside her, sound asleep. The sound of the elevator doors wake Gage though, and he sits up quickly.
“Daddy!” He says, shedding his blankets and padding across the black fur rug to hug me.
I kneel down, catching his hug and squeezing him back. “When did you get so big?” I ask, smiling. He’s five now. It still seems crazy that he’s already so old.
He laughs. “I weigh forty-seven pounds, Daddy.”
I ruffle his hair. “That’s huge! What has Sydney been feeding you?”
Sydney puts her phone down and smirks. “Let’s see...ice cream, candy, chocolate…”
Gage laughs and then his eyes widen when he notices Ally beside me. “Daddy. Who is she?” asks Gage. “She’s pretty.”
“I think so too,” I say, winking at Ally. “This is a friend of mine.”
His eyes light up. “You have a friend!” He claps his small hands. “Is she going to spend the night?”
I scratch the back of my head. “Let’s not worry about that right now, buddy. Why don’t you go pick out a present? Just one though, okay?”
Gage scampers off to the room where the tree and presents are. Sydney is grinning at Ally and me. “Well, I had better get out of here and give you two lovebirds some privacy. Gage will probably pass out as soon as you put him in bed. He didn’t nap at all today.”
I was planning on asking Sydney to stay incase Gage woke up, but seeing that she saw through my intentions so quickly, I would feel strange having her in the apartment when she knows what’s going on. “Thanks, Sydney.”
“Any time,” she says, still grinning. “Make good choices.”
I shake my head. “Would you just go already?” I ask.
She backs toward the elevator. “You know you need to wait till he goes to sleep, right?”
“Keep annoying me and I won’t pay you,” I say.
Sydney holds her hands up in surrender, stepping into the elevator and waving before the doors close.
“She’s...interesting,” says Ally.
“No kidding. I tried all kinds of babysitters and nannies for Gage, but he was an animal for all of them. Sydney was the only one he liked. The little guy is in love with her.”
Ally laughs. “That’s cute.”
Gage comes tearing around the corner with what looks like the biggest present he could carry. His pajama-clad feet slide on the hardwood and he crashes into the doorway, bouncing off and spilling to the ground. He pops back up like it’s nothing, picking the present up again and rushing to stand in front of us. “Can I sit by Miss Ally?” he asks.
Ally turns to me and raises her eyebrows. I nod, smiling. We both sit on the couch as Gage rubs the present and gives it a few shakes.
“You’re sure that’s the one you want, bud?” I ask.
He nods, giving us a toothy smile before tearing the present open. “Yes!” He yells, jumping off the couch and fist-pumping. “Yes!”
He has a thing for Lego knights and castles and I got him the biggest one they had. “Why don’t you go ahead to your room where you can play with that till you go to bed?”
He starts running for his room and then he stops, turning to face us. “Good night, Miss Ally. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Ally blushes beside me and twinkles her fingers at him. “Night. Don’t stay up too late.”
When we hear Gage’s door shut, Ally turns to me, biting her lip. “You seem like a really great dad.”
“He seems to like you a lot,” I say.
Ally meets my eyes. I notice her hands between her thighs, clenched tightly. Her arms press her tits together, giving me an irresistible view of her cleavage. “What about you, Mr. Wolfe?”
I smirk. “I can’t say yet. I like what I see, but I’d need to see the rest to know for sure.”
She bites her lip and hooks a finger through the shoulder strap of her blouse and bra, pushing it down. Her clothes slide down just enough to show me just the faintest hint of her nipple. My cock strains against my slacks as I lean forward, moving my hand behind her neck and pulling her toward me for a kiss. Her lips are lustrous, warm, silky and wet against mine. Her taste is incredible.
One touch, and I know I have to have her. Again and again.
Chapter 9
Ally
I love the way his stubble brushes against me as I kiss him. My tongue moves against his and his lips crash down on me, shaking me to the core. I pull back, breathless, his dark eyes only inches from mine, his gaze consuming me. I still can’t believe I’m doing this. I never make the first move. I never even sleep with guys on the first date, and I doubt tonight even qualifies as a date.
“We should go to your room,” I whisper. “What if Gage—”
I’m lifted into the air as Adam carries me through his ridiculously lavish penthouse. I’m swept past glossy, modern furniture and extravagant displays of art before we reach his bedroom. He literally throws me on the bed, apparently forgetting about my supposedly injured ankle. The soft mattress and cool sheets catch me and it feels like I’m sinking into a bed of mist. He prowls around the edge of the bed, slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt and giving me more sexy than I can handle, inch by inch. His chest is broad and powerful, and his abs cut down his core like they were chiseled by a master sculptor. The hard, diagonal lines of his obliques and the sharp V of muscle draw my eyes down to the huge bulge beneath his belt.
He steps even closer, holding me with his gaze like a predator holds prey. With one motion, he flicks his belt loose, letting it dangle as he unbuttons his slacks and slowly runs the zipper down. I swallow hard, eyes locked on the black briefs beneath, but he moves back to his shirt, stripping it completely so I can fully appreciate the perfection of his body. He climbs on the bed, positioning himself over me, the muscles of his arms and shoulders cording tightly.
He unzips my pants and yanks them down until I’m just in my lacy white panties and my blouse, which is pulled down so that one of my breasts is nearly hanging out. He traces my skin with a calloused finger, making me quiver at the slightest touch. I gasp, clutching his wrist hungrily. I want his mouth on me, his tongue inside me. I want him to do all the dirty things he can think of to me. I want it all.
“I don’t want this to jeopardize my job,” I say suddenly. I nearly slap myself. Who cares if you lose your job right now?
He hovers over me, lips twitching into a grin. “You would rather keep your job than fuck me?”
I suck in a breath, meeting his fiery eyes, feeling like my brain is a big bowl of mashed potatoes when I’m around him. “I can’t pay the bills with your cock.” I can’t…what did I just say?
He barks a laugh. “I want to see you choose. What do you want more?”
“Fine,” I say, trying to slide out from beneath him.
He presses me down into the bed with a strong hand. “I didn’t say you could leave.”
“You said you wanted me to choose,” I say, voice sounding small and distant. There’s a darkness in his features I never saw before, something frightening and exciting. What is he going to do? And why do I want him to do whatever it is so badly?
“And you chose. But I didn’t say you could leave.”
“What happens if I try to leave anyway?” I ask, heart pounding.
He leans in so close to my ear that his breath caresses my skin. “Then you say ‘fire’ if you want it to stop, and ‘ice’ if you want it to slow down. Do you understand?”
I frown in confusion and then my eyes widen with realization. It’s like a game. I can end it when I want, but until then...I nod my head, licking my lips. I never knew I had fantasized about this, about being forced to sleep with a man, but now the idea has me incredibly turned on. My skin tingles in anticipation.
“Say it,” he says. “Say you understand.”
“I understand,�
�� I say.
I duck beneath his arms and roll off the bed. I only get one foot on the ground before his hand snatches out and grabs my arm. He yanks me back. I swing out, hand cracking into his cheek. The sound is as loud as a lightning bolt and I immediately clap my hands to my mouth. “Oh God. I’m sorry--”
The shadow of a smirk passes over his face before his features form an angry mask. He flips me over, slapping my ass so hard that I can feel the impression of each of his fingers. God. That hurt, but I’m so aroused that the pain is pleasant somehow, as if it’s intensifying the potential of pleasure, opening my senses up fully so they can experience more. I kick out my leg, trying to free myself and roll back over.
He pushes me down on the bed with arms so powerful that I can’t even make them budge. I run my fingers along his defined biceps and triceps, marveling at how perfectly formed he is. He’s going to force himself on me, and I can’t do anything about it. The helplessness is immensely thrilling. I’ve always been a capable person, and having the control stripped away from me like this by a man so strong is exhilarating. Every time I struggle and fail to stop him, it cements his power over me. One word and it stops, but I don’t want it to.
He points a finger at my face. “I’m going to let you go, but if you move, you’ll regret it. Do you understand?”
I nod my head.
“Open your mouth and suck my cock,” he growls.
A shiver of excitement runs through me. I watch as he strips his unbuttoned slacks off and removes his briefs. His cock springs free, impossibly large. My eyes widen, taking it in. I’ve never thought of a male penis as anything but a tool to get a job done before, but I can’t take my eyes from his throbbing length. It’s not just a tool, it’s perfection, an embodiment of the sexual experience. I find myself wanting nothing more than to wrap my hands around it and explore every inch with my tongue and mouth.
He takes me under the arms and lifts me against the headboard, propping a pillow behind me so that I’m partially sitting. He stands over me, kneeling slightly until his cock is in front of my lips.
“Suck my cock,” he orders.
I don’t need an invitation. My hands start at his knees, moving slowly and purposefully up his thighs, enjoying every peak and valley of his muscle. I open my lips as my left hand cups his balls and my right encircles the base of his length. I have to strain to fit him in my mouth without scraping my teeth on his cock. It’s so damn big. I swirl my tongue around the head, taking my time as I lick him inch by inch and using my hands as skillfully as I can.
I look up to see his face and love the way his eyebrows are drawn together while he watches me. “That’s good. Fuck. Yeah,” he groans.
I move faster, hand sliding along his length while my other roams his body, unable to get enough of him. He pushes his hips into me, making me struggle not to gag as his cock goes deep into my throat. Just when I’m wondering if my jaw and mouth can keep it up much longer, he pulls back from me, kneeling to rip my panties free.
“Don’t rip those,” I say.
He gives me a sharp look, not breaking eye contact as he grabs the waistband of my panties and snaps it in one smooth motion. I purse my still-sore lips and try to slap him again. He catches my wrist, pinning it about my head. With his other hand, he yanks my blouse over my head, letting go of my hand just long enough to take it completely off and throw it to the floor. He grabs my hips and slides me down so I’m lying flat on the bed. I struggle to fight him with my other hand but he grabs that too, pinning both my hands over my head. He leans down like an animal, taking my bra in his mouth and yanking his head back until the straps at the back give.
Jesus Christ. What am I going to wear on my way home when this is all done? At this rate it will be a towel from his bathroom. But I can’t make myself care. Being near him is like looking into the sun. I can’t see or feel anything else for too long, he outshines everything, demanding my focus and threatening to burn me alive with his heat.
“I’m going to fuck you without a condom,” he says. “I’m going to cum on your tits when I’m done.”
I grit my teeth, so over the edge with excitement that I might not even protest if he had said he was going to cum inside me. “Just fucking do it. Mark me,” I say huskily.
His nostrils flare and his eyes move to my pussy. He positions his cock at my entrance and thrusts. I cry out, moving my head to the side to stifle my cries against the pillow. His hands hold mine above my head as he works himself into me bit by bit, stretching my walls in a pleasant pain. I can’t believe he’s fitting all of himself into me, but he is. Somehow. Every time he pushes into me, he seems to get deeper, wider.
It’s not long until my entire world is blinding white pleasure. I can’t feel anything but the fullness between my legs and the mounting pressure of imminent orgasm. I’m going to cum, and it’s going to be so hard that I’m afraid I’ll wake up Gage. Hell, I’m afraid I’ll wake up the whole building. I hook my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass, urging him to pound into me harder and deeper. Faster.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls. I look up into his face, taking a moment to admire how beautiful the man fucking me is. His full lips are slightly parted, sharp eyebrows drawn as his dark eyes look down into mine. His hair is in perfect disarray, jolting each time his hips drive into mine. “I’m going to cum.”
The pleasure mounts until I don’t think it can grow any more, and then it bursts. Like floodgates opening, it washes through me, destroying everything in its path--fear, doubt, anxiety. He pulls free of me and stands on his knees over me, stroking himself as hot cum sprays on my bare tits. I press them together, squirming as the orgasm rocks me to my core. He sinks down on the bed beside me and we both lay staring at the ceiling in satisfied silence.
It’s nearly three minutes before the last shivers of my orgasm finally subside. I sigh in complete satisfaction. “I think I could make this a new Christmas Eve tradition,” I say.
“Good. I was thinking we could practice for next year. What about tomorrow night?”
I turn to smile at him. “What about tomorrow morning?”
“You’re right,” he says. “I guess I did destroy your clothes so you’ll just have to stay with me until we can order you something new. It’ll have to be standard shipping though. I can’t afford rush deliveries.”
I smirk. “I have to feed my cat.”
He gives me a baffled look. “Your fucking cat? I’ll send someone over to bring it here. You’re not leaving. Not yet at least.”
I roll to face him, nuzzling my face against his chest. “What about Gage?”
“He has been trying to set me up with women since he could crawl. He’ll be over the moon if you are around the house for a few days. Or longer.”
My heartbeat races. I don’t know yet if things will work between us. He’s sexy as hell, charming, wealthy, a good father, and runs a successful business. I know that, but I don’t know if we’ll like the same TV shows or agree on the same restaurants or if he’ll get annoyed when I leave my toothbrush out on the sink. But I’m perfectly happy to stick around until I find out, and I have a feeling it’s going to take more than a few arguments over toothbrushes to chase me away from a guy like him. My Christmas gift came a day early.
THE END
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Part XXII
Santa’s Wish by Kara Hart
Chapter 1
Noel
I’ve been a good girl for as long as I can remember. I’ve always done everything I could to get noticed by him. He’s got a more than perfect list, which he checks twice, and he knows who’s been naughty or nice.
However, every year, I’ve waited for my present and still, I’ve yet to receive it. I write it down, I set it next to the chimney, I even beg, crawling on my knees for it! Still, there’s no present. Year after year, I run down the stairs to check. All I seem to get is a half-eate
n cookie and the butt of a carrot, next to the fireplace.
This year, I’ve had it. If Santa Claus is real, he has to hear my wishes out. He needs to give me what I ask for! I remember what my momma always used to tell me growing up. “’Tis better to give than receive, my darling,” she said.
I’ve given enough to Santa. It’s time to receive. I’m going to fuck Santa Claus, if it’s the last thing I do!
Chapter 2
Santa
I have no fucking clue why people keep insisting that I’m an old, fat guy. All over the world, I see false images of myself plastered on buildings, on Coke cans, and on television. To everyone, I’m some fat, balding old guy.
In reality, I’ve got a ripped set of abs, a chest to die for, and I’m thirty years young for the rest of my life. That’s what being immortal has gotten me. In the cold north, there’s nothing else to do but lift cold steel. So, that’s what I do everyday. I lift, I drink, and I fuck whatever female elves come to my office.
“You’ve been slacking this year, Santa,” Elf Ernest says to me. Ernest is my right-hand Elf. He used to only handle replying to all of the mail in the world. Now, he’s pretty much taken over the business. All of the elves have grown tired of me. I’ve fucked all their women. If I wasn’t stuck in the damn North Pole, I’d be in Los Angeles. Somewhere with sun and normal women. Anywhere on the fucking globe, other than the North Pole. Instead, I’m stuck with Ernest here, yapping about presents.
“Look, I told you. I just need some time to get back into the swing of things. Ever since Mrs. Claus died, I—”
“You’ve been using that excuse for the past three years. People are going without their wishes on Christmas, presents have been delivered to the wrong addresses, and the whole North Pole is melting!” he screams, throwing the book of Naughty & Nice onto the concrete floor.
