H is cock is hard and long, thick and a little intimidating. I’m sure as hell not a virgin, but just the thought of having Nick’s big shaft deep inside of me makes me feel like this is my first time .

I still have my hand wrapped around his cock, my fingertips not even able to touch because of his girth. I tip my head slightly back and stare at his face. He’s leaning completely back on the chair, his forearms resting beside him, his eyes at half-mast. He looks a little bit drunk, and I know it’s because of the pleasure coursing through him .

I feel intoxicated myself .

“Go on, Holly. Suck on Santa’s big candy cane .”

The roleplaying is really turning me on, and I don’t know if that means I’m twisted in the head, or if I’m so in need of some deep dicking that I’m willing to play along .

Either way, I don’t plan on stopping this .

“Go on. Do it.” Nick’s voice gets harder, more demanding. Shivers race along my body at the tone .

I look back down at his dick, the slit at the tip already dotted with pre-cum. I find my mouth watering for a taste of him. And then without waiting anymore, I lower my head, part my lips, and suck the crown into my mouth .

Male saltiness explodes on my tongue, and I moan in pleasure. He tastes so good, woodsy and clean, potent and all male. I close my eyes and moan around him as I start bobbing my head up and down. I take as much as I can into my mouth, and when the head hits the back of my throat and I gag slightly, I hear him groan .

“That’s it,” he says in a raspy voice .

He has his hand on the back of my head, keeping me right where he wants me. I keep sucking on him, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft, working my mouth over his throbbing dick. My eyes are watering, and my mouth is salivating. He feels like he’s gotten harder while I’ve been sucking on him, and the continuous taste of his pre-cum on my tongue has me wanting to reach between my legs and rub myself until I get off .

I start to do just that when he says, “Don’t you fucking touch yourself, Holly. You haven’t shown Santa that you’ve been a good girl and deserve a gift .”

I want to tell him that I do deserve a gift, a big one...like the monster he’s sporting between his legs. But I continue to give him head, humming around his cock and wanting him to shoot his load deep down my throat and really give me the holiday spirit .

And just when I feel his body tighten, knowing he’s about to come, he pushes me away. His dick slips from my mouth with a resounding pop, and I look up at him, my chest rising and falling as I breathe heavily. My lips feel swollen, slightly numb. I wonder how red they are .

“How much do you want me to fuck you? How much do you want me to shove my big dick right up your tight little snatch ?”

His words are so vulgar…so damn arousing. I can’t speak, I can’t even move. I’m on my hands and knees, my skirt pushed obscenely up my thighs, my panty-covered pussy on display. I can see Nick is staring right between my legs .

“Go on, tell me.” He’s looking at my face now. “I want you to tell me how much you want my big fucking shaft deep in your tight little cunt .”

I can hear my heart racing in my ears, and my palms are starting to sweat. The arousal I feel is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before .

“I want that.” He doesn’t respond, but I can see he expects me to say more. I lick my lips and glance down at his erection. “I want your big, hard cock shoved deep in my pussy.” I look up at his face again. “I want you to stretch me until it hurts, until the pain and pleasure mix into one. I want to forget the fact that I don’t even know you, but that I’m so aroused right now that I don’t even care.” My throat tightens and I know I won’t be able to say anything else that will make sense. Hell, I’m surprised I got that out .

He doesn’t say anything for long seconds, and as the silence stretches on I wonder what he’s thinking about .

“Stand up and get undressed.” His words, tone, broker no argument. “Show Santa what a good little girl you can be .”

And just like that I do exactly what he says. I’m that desperate for a good old- fashioned fuck .