Standing on her threshold, Hazel took a step back as he came in, holding a brown bag over his shoulder. His eyes did a take down her body, slowly moving up her long legs to her curvy hips, the dip of her waist and the plunge of her breasts. Lingering at the lace garment pieces, he nodded slowly and crooked a smile.
"Looks like I'm the one finally getting a present this year."
Hazel felt herself burn under his stare, but couldn't help but admire him as well. He wasn't wearing his beard anymore, but his hat sat askew, the end of it resting on his shoulder. His suit was slightly undone, open at the neck, and exposing the smooth, bare skin beneath it, the faint kisses of chest hair. His Santa boots were large and his pants were loose, but didn't hide the present he had brought her.
Tonight was going to get interesting.
"Santa," She smirked, giving him a little innocent look as he stepped in and kicked the door shut. "I've been waiting for you."
"Yeah?" He slowly lowered the sack off of his shoulder. He cocked a brow at her getup. "Have you been a good girl this year?"
She bit her lip at the playful glint in his eyes. Were they really doing this? "Well, you see... I really tried, but I might've... misbehaved once or twice."
"Oh-oh," He took a step closer, lifting his hand to her cheek. "That doesn't sound too good, darling."
"I was hoping I could make it up somehow," She pressed her hand against his chest, slipping it up, toying with the end of his Santa hat. "Maybe there's... something I could do."
God, she sounded like a bad porno, but her heart was racing as he slowly smirked at her, brushing his thumb over her blushing cheek.
"Oh, darling," He lingered just beyond her lips. "I think we can work something out."
"I... oh, screw it," She grabbed his hat and yanked it off, combing her hands through his thick brown locks, pulling him down. "Fuck me right this second, you fucking tease."
He chuckled and grasped her hands when she tried to pull him along, get him to the couch where she could straddle him, but to her dismay, he stopped her. "Not tonight, Hazel. Tonight there's gonna be no rush. I'm gonna spend all night here exploring your body and you're gonna have to deal with the fact that tonight, I'm taking charge. Understood?"
Dominant Santa – Hazel's childhood just blew up into pieces.
Nodding, she then gulped down when his lips pressed themselves against her cheek, slowly moving her neck. Nibbling on her throat, she felt goosebumps spread across her skin as he laved a path down, reaching the hills of her breasts. Smoothing his hands up her sides, they went around back and made quick process with the clasp of her bra. Snapping it off, he slid it off her shoulders, then cupped both her full mounds, weighing them.
"I could write sonnets about these breasts, Hazel. Dirty, fucking sonnets."
His mouth closed around one dusky nipple, earning a garbled sound from her lips. His tongue swirled around it slowly, his other hand pinching her neglected nipple between two fingers. She let out a sharp gasp and felt a gush of heat flood to her panties, the pull on her nipple sending a zing through her body.
She was going to be docile by the end of the night, if not the mere hour.
Curling her fingers through his hair, she moaned softly as he switched side and gave her other nipple the same amount of attention. Slowly, his hand skimmed down her stomach to the cleft between her legs.
Hazel squirmed and clenched her thighs when he cupped her and rubbed her through the fabric. Oh, Hell, she was already gushing.
Pushing his hand into her panty, she gasped as his finger slid between her folds, circling her warm clit. His lips still tugged at her nipple, biting gently into it, dragging it between his teeth. Her breath started to leave her chest shallowly, her body and mind turning elated and needy.
"Please..." She didn't know what she was begging for. She gripped on to his roots as he circled her throbbing bud again, rolling his finger over it. "Nick..."
"I can think of at least 25 ways I'm gonna make you scream tonight," He told her, pressing a kiss to her sternum as his fingers suddenly plunged inside her wet core, stretching her and making her let out a small shriek at the invasion. "That's one."
"Fuck," She bucked against him as his fingers started moving in and out of her, stroking her. "Oh, fuck, Nick..."
He moved his lips up to her mouth again, claiming them in a brutal fashion. She let out a whimper and clung to him, her body turning liquid under his torture. She could feel her juices dripping over his fingers, coating them as they pumped in and out of her. He bent them slightly, angling them against a spot that made her twitch.
"Ah!"
Suddenly she was being backed into a wall, the cold wallpaper like ice against her burning skin. She let out a hiss that quickly turned into a moan as his lips silenced her, his tongue darting into her mouth.
She writhed against him, her hands clenching his arms, running over his smooth shoulders. Pulling apart his Santa jacket, she shrugged it down his shoulders a bit and dug her nails into his skin. He groaned hoarsely in response.
Suddenly, he then drew back. Pulling his hand out of her panty, he crouched down, only to grasp the material and slip it down her legs. Hazel steadied herself against the wall, stepping out of her last piece of garment as he removed it; she stood naked before him, and he watched her like a buffet.
– Santa Claus was about to go to town.
Hoisting her leg over his shoulder, Hazel gripped on to his free shoulder to level herself. She felt his breath against her moist and pink lips, ready and waiting for his onslaught.
Yet she wasn't prepared as his tongue, soft like silk, rough like a cat's, slid up her folds, nudging her clit. She let out a slow cry and arched, feeling her whole body quiver.
And that was just one lick.
"You taste better than candy," He hummed, taking in a deep breath of her heady scent. "Fuck, and I've had a lot of candy in my life, Hazel."
Whatever she was going to reply got smothered as his lips returned on her heat and parted her folds; A small scream left her and she slammed a hand over her mouth, feeling her hips buck as he groaned throatily, feasting on her juices. His tongue darted out, teased her core, then move up to her clit, rubbing it, then repeated. Tease, rub, dip.
"Oh, God," Hazel sobbed as her ōrgasm fast approached, her core throbbing, her stomach tightening. She was losing balance, losing sight, losing her soul. "Oh God, Nick..."
He lapped away at her pussy, slurping and drinking up all of her cream with heavy gulps of his throat. She looked down at the sight, saw his eyes flip up and meet hers, glinting darkly while he ate her out. The corner of his mouth slowly lifted up, and like that, Hazel felt herself tip over the edge.
Literally.
She lost her balance as she arched off the wall and nearly fell over sideways if a pair of strong arms hadn't caught her. Sweeping her up into his arms, circling her legs around his hips, he carried her to the couch, sitting down with her on top of him.
Hazel was still lost in post-ōrgasmic bliss as she felt his lips press kisses to her neck, cheek and corner of her mouth. She caught the whiff of her own arousal on his lips, the tangy, sweet flavor tickling her lips as she licked them. Slowly meeting his eyes, she blinked away her daze and finally came to, the numbness of her legs disappearing.
"Time to show me what that naughty mouth of yours can really do," He huskily said against her lips, cupping the nape of her neck. "Get on the floor for me, Hazel."
Oh, yes. She was so on board for that.
As Hazel got off his lap and dropped to her knees between his spread thighs, she watched with hungry eyes the thick bulge resting over his hips. She remembered how gloriously big he had been; Last time they hadn't had much time for exploration. It had been fast, hard and wild. But, as he had said, tonight was going to go in a different gear...
Leaning in, Hazel ran her hand up and down the warm erection in his red trousers. He smirked down at her as she squeezed him, feeling his steely hardness. God, she remembered the feel of him inside her and involuntarily clenched her legs together. From the look in his eyes, he remembered as well.
Hazel finally grasped the band of his Santa pants and pulled. He lifted his hips and helped her slide them down to his ankles, settling afterwards with one palm rubbing against his length. Hazel's mouth watered at the sight.
He was heavy and already glistening. With his large hand wrapped around the base, she watched him stroke himself a single time, before smirking at her and letting the heavy rod of hot flesh rest against his stomach. Hazel swallowed and shifted on the ground, drawing closer like pulled on an invisible leash.
Nick let out a low hiss as her hands wrapped around his heavy staff and her lips pressed lightly to the veined skin. He was silky smooth and Hazel suppressed a moan of delight as she tested him in the palm of her hand. Oh, yes. He was almost too large for her hand to reach around, but he would do just fine.
"Like what you see?" He questioned as her hand smoothed itself up and down his hard, but silken length. Her eyes flicked up and caught his dark gaze, his molten brow eyes looking down at her under hooded eyelids.
"Mmm-hm," Hazel murmured, pressing her lips to his shaft again. She slid her tongue out and tasted his tip. Salty and spicy.
Without wasting another moment, she parted her lips and took him inside, slow like he wanted it. She heard the most erotic hiss seep from his mouth as she sucked delicately on his tip and teased his slit with her tongue. Then, taking him in deeper, she heard a deep groan reverberate from his chest as he struck the back of her throat.
"Jesus Christ..." He tilted his head back as she started sucking, hollowing out her cheeks.
She swirled her tongue around him and twisted her hand at the base of his length. She started bobbing carefully, sliding him along her tongue and against the palate of her mouth, way back to the back of her throat until her gag reflex kicked in. She repeated the action and built up the pace gradually until she heard him groan again and felt him twitch. Her free hand was sliding along his thigh, nails lightly clawing at the thick cords of muscle.
"Fuck... ahh," He let out a moan and wrapped his hand around the back of her head, gathering all her hair in a lump as she drew him out of her mouth to suck on his shaft. She traced up the rigid muscle going up the underside and sucked right at the base of his length. "Shit, that's good... your mouth, Hazel... god... damn."
She looked up and couldn't help but smirk as she saw him bite his bottom lip. The sight was thoroughly erotic and Hazel knew she instantly liked pleasuring him. Some men were so ungrateful when receiving head. No praise, no encouragement. No returning the favor.
But seen as Nick had more than already returned the favor and his hand that swept down and brushed her cheek as she suckled on the side of his cock, now that was something that made Hazel hot between her legs and made her eager to suck him more. Having him in her mouth was almost as good as having him down there, pumping into her.
She had all night to have him in whichever way she wanted – and likewise.
Taking his large sac in her palm, Hazel moaned as she wrapped her lips around one heavy testicle and rolled it against her tongue. Nick let out a harsh breath and jerked beneath her, his grip tightening on her hair. With a slightly parted mouth, he grated out a low groan as she sucked on his sensitive balls.
"Jesus Christ, Hazel," His upper lip drew back in a hiss as her hand slipped up and rubbed his tip. Precūm slipped down his hard length. "You're too fucking good at this. Are you trying to make me end this before it's even begun?"
Slipping his balls from her mouth with a wet sound, Hazel smirked naughtily and kissed him up his shaft. "You tell me."
As she flicked her tongue against his slit again, he hissed. Without hesitation, he then pulled her up and patted his thigh. "Come here."
Hazel jumped up like she was sitting on a giant spring.
Sitting up, Nick discarded his Santa shirt completely and let it go to the floor as Hazel climbed in over him on the couch. Placing a knee on either side of his hips, she felt his hands come to her waist, sliding up her feminine shape. He cupped her tits in his warm palms, but then let one hand slide up and grip the back of her neck, only to push her lips down on his. Hazel moaned against his lips as his tongue ventured into her mouth and explored.
Thank Christ he wasn't one of those prudish men who didn't like kissing a woman after she had had her lips around his cock.
Hazel lowered her body to his hot length and felt his pulsing shaft come in contact with her wet lower lips. Both of them moaned at the sensation, but Hazel didn't hesitate a moment to grind against him. His hand slipped down and cupped her rear, following her movements as the friction drove them both mad. They were both in trouble if they didn't find a release soon.
"Get ready for a long night, Hazel," He whispered against her lips as she felt him squeeze her ass firmly, a promising token of good pain with even better pleasure to come. "Because I'm not leaving any time soon."
Santa really had come to town.
• • •
And he's going to come again and again and again...