Jingle My Balls (Hot-Bites 4)

Neither of us says anything for long seconds, but he has this cocky smirk on his face that tells me he knows exactly how I feel, maybe even what I am thinking .

A shiver races up my spine at the way he looks at me, the way he checks me out. He rakes his gaze over the entire length of my body and I curl my hands into tight fists at my sides. I can feel how hard my nipples are, and there’s no doubt in my mind that they’re pressing against the material of my shirt, like tight little buds begging for his mouth .

“How bad do you want your stocking stuffed, Holly ?”

His use of holiday jargon should turn me off, but it actually has the opposite effect .

I clench my thighs together, trying to stem off the flow of wetness. My panties are well into the soaked territory, and I know my pantyhose are damp as well. But I can’t answer him, can’t find my voice. None of that matters, though, because the grin he gives me tells me that I don’t need to say anything .

He knows exactly what I want, exactly what I need to turn this shitty day right around .

He give me a shit-eating grin, his straight white teeth flashing, and then he goes for his red coat with the white fur trim around the collar. When the jacket is removed all I can see is hard golden skin covered in dark tattoos. His washboard abs have the feminine side of me rising up, and my belly clenches painfully .

I’m so aroused right now that all I want to do is tell him to rip off my clothes and fuck me raw. I want to be sore in the morning. I want to have trouble walking because he pounded into me like a madman .

Oh God. I’m such a dirty fucking woman. I cannot believe I’m thinking this raunchy shit about him .

I guess this is what happens when you’re celibate for too damn long .

He doesn’t say anything as he walks over to a leather chair and sits down. He spreads his legs, the motion causing his belly to clench and show off his perfect six-pack. His biceps are huge, and all I can imagine is that tattooed flesh above me .

He pats his leg and I feel my eyes widen .

God, please do not even go there .

“Come sit on Santa’s lap and tell me what you want for Christmas .”

I should find this whole situation funny, but it’s having the opposite effect on me. Am I that much of a lunatic that Santa roleplaying is turning me on this much? But when I look at his crotch, see the massive bulge good ol’ Saint Nick is sporting, I know that what I want for Christmas is what he’s sporting under those red velvet pants .

“Don’t make Santa ask again. You want to stay on the nice list, right?” He lifts a dark eyebrow and my mouth dries. That shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. He pats his thigh again, and like a good girl, I find myself walking over to him. “Wait,” he says and I freeze. “Take off the heels and panty hose .”

I swallow the lump that suddenly lodges in my throat. I do as he asks and feel my flesh tighten as the chilled air moves over it .

“Now come here and sit on my lap.” His voice has gotten deeper, more demanding .

When I’m right in front of him he could have pulled me onto his lap, but instead he waits for me to sit down. When I’m in the position he wants me in, both of my legs draped over one of his, I have to force myself to breathe normally. I can feel the outline of his monstrous cock under my ass, and I try not to squirm .

I try and fail .

“You feel what I have for you, that big fucking gift I’m sporting between my thighs?” He smirks at me again and lifts his hips slightly, digging his dick against my ass. I gasp softly. “You must have been a very good girl this year to get this present from Santa. Weren’t you, Holly ?”

I find myself nodding, getting swept away in this role-playing fantasy that I never knew I could actually enjoy. And before I know what is happening he has his hands on my waist and turns me around so I’m facing him. The new position has my legs now spread, hanging over his muscular thighs, and his big shaft pressed right between my thighs. My skirt has risen up, and I know if he looks down he’ll be able to see my panties .

He leans in so our mouths are only inches apart. “I can smell how ready you are for me, how much you want this.” His words have this growl laced with them. “Ask me to fuck you, Holly .”