“Me too, baby.”

Fuck, I’m callin

g her baby. And not in that condescending way that some dudes do. The way I say it is like all that happened tonight was what was meant to. Like some fucking Christmas miracle is happening and Santa brought me exactly what I asked for.

A beautiful girl with red bra and panties that I want to ride all night.

Harlow goes for the button of my pants and I stand. That right there is a sight. She’s on her knees in front of me, the perfect height to take my cock right now.

And then she brings her face right there. She hooks her fingers in my pants, taking the boxer briefs down with her.

“Merry Christmas to me,” she says with a look of awe.

Yeah, that’s every man’s fantasy right here. A girl who looks just as turned on to suck my dick as she was when I was eating her out.

“I think we were both on the nice list,” I say as I run my fingers through her hair.

“Let’s find out.”

Harlow doesn’t hesitate. Her perfect lips wrap around my dick and she takes me deep. “Fuck.” I let out a groan, head falling back as she sucks.

I’ve always been more of a giver when it comes to sex. I get turned on by the woman getting off, and I love nothing more than pushing her past her limits. Right now, though, it’s really nice to receive. Her hot mouth is exactly where I want to be. Harlow’s fingernails scrape against my thigh, sending a myriad of sensations through my body.

She bobs her head up and down, and then I slip my fingers in her silky brown hair. “Let me fuck your mouth.”

Harlow moans and I take that as permission to do as I please. God, this is best fucking night.

I start to move my hips, her hands now gripping my ass. “You look so hot on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”

She takes me even deeper and the surprise of it almost makes me lose it.

I jerk my hips back, not wanting to come too early and then I pull her up. “I want you.”

“I want you too.”

“We can stop now.” I give her another out.

Harlow’s big brown eyes are filled with desire. “No, no stopping.”

Yes, Virginia, there really is a Santa Claus. The quote from It’s a Beautiful Life springs into my head instantly.

I don’t say a word as I lift her up and gently lay her down on the bed. She’s so damn beautiful. It’s funny that in just one night this girl has me all mixed up. I blew off my family party, carried a tree, and took her shopping, all just to see her smile.

I can’t remember the last time I cared about something so simple.

She isn’t here because I’m some rich guy who can afford to buy her entire apartment, let alone a tree stand. Sure she might not be able to sing worth a damn, and she doesn’t know how to open a door properly or have even a basic knowledge of plant life, but she’s kind. She cares about her friends and her job. And she has the most stunning smile I’ve ever seen.

Which she’s giving me right now as I look down at her.

“Hi,” she says.

“Hi.”

“What are you thinking?”

“That your smile is beautiful,” I answer honestly.

Her eyes soften and she touches her hand to my lips, moving her thumb. It does something to my heart.

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