4
Danny
Fucking hell. Delia was even more incredible than I imagined. She tasted like peppermint and something spicy that was all her own. Her curves filled my hands perfectly, her lips were like velvet, and her dark, desire-filled eyes caused a tingling in my balls. Not to mention the heat radiating from her pussy and the feeling of damp fabric against my stomach. I didn’t know if she was wearing underwear beneath her candy cane–covered leggings, but she’d soaked through the fabric. All that combined to snap my control.
A part of me was worried I’d take this too fast—two years of repressed sexual desire was bubbling to the surface, and I could barely think straight. My mind was filled with one thing, being buried balls deep in my girl.
But Olivia had once mentioned to Leland that Delia was a virgin, and the fear of hurting her was the only thing that kept me from fucking her hard and fast against a wall in the foyer. I waited until we reached the top of the stairs before fusing my mouth to hers once again. Pushing her up against the nearest wall, I devoured her sweetness while my cock leaked steadily in my pants. I definitely wouldn’t be able to return the costume, and I had zero fucks to give about that.
“Bedroom,” I grunted before dragging my lips along her jaw until I was able to nibble on her ear. “I’m going to lose my fucking mind if you aren’t naked in the next two minutes.”
The truth was, I knew exactly where her bedroom was, but it seemed a little too early to introduce Delia to the obsessed stalker who’d taken up camp inside me the moment I first saw her.
“Two doors down on the left,” she panted while tilting her head to give me better access to her neck.
I winced at the pain that shot through my stiff cock as I hurried to follow her directions. The pants of the costume were loose, but I was so fucking hard that even walking hurt. When we reached her room, I carried her inside and over to the bed. I gently laid her down and had to stop for a moment to look her over and assure myself this was real.
“You are so damn gorgeous.”
Delia’s cheeks turned adorably pink as she sat up, and she smiled shyly, but there was a twinkle in her eyes. “You’re a pretty hot Santa. But, um...I think you need to lose the clothes so I can see if my sorority sisters got their money’s worth.”
I chuckled, then dropped the red coat to the ground, enjoying her soft gasp as her eyes roamed over my body. My hat and beard went next before I bent over and removed my boots. When my pants were all that was left, I sat on the bed and winked at Delia, crooking my finger. “Come sit on Santa’s lap.”
Delia blushed even harder, but she scooted over to me and started to sit sideways on my legs. That wasn’t where I wanted her, so I grabbed her hips and lifted her, positioning her so that when I set her down, she was straddling me.
“Have you been good this year, baby?” I crooned.
Delia looked up at me through her lashes, and her lips curved in a pretty smile before she nodded.
I put a finger under her chin and lifted her head so I could look directly into her face. “Time to be naughty. But don’t worry”—I smiled wickedly—“you’re still going to get plenty of presents.” With her plump lips inches from mine, I couldn’t resist closing the gap and covered her mouth with my own.
Having Delia on my lap, her soft curves in my hands, our lips sealed, and our tongues twisted together was almost surreal. A part of me kept wanting to pinch myself and make sure it was really happening. But when I cupped her ass and dragged her forward, her tits pillowed against my chest and my cock nestled into the heat between her legs. If this was a dream, I didn’t give a fuck because it was the best one I’d ever had.
My hands traveled up under her sweater, and I paused for a moment to revel in the silky feel of her skin before pushing the material up all the way. She raised her arms and broke our kiss so I could pull her top off over her head and toss it on the ground. When our lips met again, I angled my head to deepen our contact, and my cock jumped when she moaned.
I was going to fucking burst if I didn’t get inside her soon. My fingers made quick work of her bra, and it landed somewhere near her shirt. Her hard nipples scraped my chest as she squirmed, and I cupped her large, round tits. They more than filled my hands, and my mouth watered to taste them.