The Russian's Christmas Present

Once I set my dick free, the head was already slick and dripping with pre-cum as I imagined this magnificent girl riding me. I was jealous of a fucking pillow, but for the moment, outside of breaking into her house and kidnapping her, which for a moment seemed perfectly acceptable… But no, I gathered some control and fisted my cock in hard, clutching it with brutal strokes as I watched through the window.

It didn’t take long before her head dropped, the frantic movements of her hips more intent, and then she dropped down onto the bedding, her little hands holding on as I grunted in my car, spurting a load of cum onto my hand, imagining I was delivering it straight into her sweet, hot pussy.

That was bad enough, me watching her, jacking off in my car outside her window.

Then, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my handkerchief, wiped up my sticky release and got my still-hard cock back in my pants.

What I did next crossed the line from stalker to psycho. I walked to her car, pulled the handle and it opened. I made a mental note to be sure to tell her if she left her car unlocked again, I’d spank her sweet ass.

Then, I decorated her steering wheel with my cum. Wiping it in a full circle before I then rubbed it into the door handle of her car, and the buttons on her radio. Still, that wasn’t enough. I stuffed the handkerchief halfway into the lower heat vent below the dash, so when she turned her heat on my cum would be in the air around her.

Breathing it in.

All I can think of now, as I walk next to her, is that my cum is on her hands. And if her fingers have touched her hair, her face…fuck, maybe her lips…she could have tasted me already and she has no idea. My scent is in her lungs. I am already a part of her, and she doesn’t even know it yet.

As if I couldn’t be more off the charts for this girl, she gets out of her car wearing this red fucking dress that makes me want to show her off one second, and the next I want to hide her behind the stone walls of a castle, for my eyes only from this day forth.

There’s an insatiable need surging through me as I walk us into the venue. I see men glancing her way and I want to kill them all. The women look too. Some clearly admiring, and they get a pass. But the ones that are sneering down their noses at someone they don’t recognize, someone more beautiful than any of them, make me want to hurt them as well.

All my years of being alone and celibate now make sense. I don’t know how many years it’s been since I had a date but I wish it was longer. I wish all my firsts could be with her.

The filthy thoughts rushing through my mind as I lead her toward a back hallway have my needy cock standing tall and my blood running hot. I could push her up against the wall right here and make her mine.

If I had my way, I’d duct tape her mouth shut and throw her in the backseat of my truck and drive her home.

Not to her home on Pines Ave.

Nope, that’s no longer her home.

To my home, which in my crazed mind is from this moment forward going to be her home as well.

If I needed to, I’d tie her to the bed, spread her legs and feast on her silky, wet pussy until she understood she belongs to me now.

Jesus, I’m insane.

I don’t even know her birthday, her favorite color or how she likes her steak cooked, but I swear I can see forever whenever I look at her.

By the time we reach the end of the hall, I’ve got our lives planned out before I’ve even had the chance to kiss her.

She turns my way when there is nowhere else to go and give me a smile. “Your suit looks perfect.”

“You look incredible. That dress…” I clear my throat, my fists balling at my sides as she looks down at herself. “Should be illegal to look that good.”

“Wow.” She snorts a little giggle. “You use that line on all the girls you pay to bid on you at the bachelor auctions?”

“This will be my first and last auction. I’m only going through with it for my grandfather.”

She looks nervous, her tongue flicking onto her lower lip, and I wonder again if she’s tasting me there.

“Well, I’m sure you will bring top dollar…”

My heart is about to ram through my chest. “As long as you get the winning bid, that’s all that matters.”

“I’ll do my best, so how do I do the…” She shrugs, pulling her lips to the side then lowering her voice. “You know, the money. I’m sorry, I hate to ask…”