Santa’s Baby (Naughtier and Naughtier Book 3)

Squirty cream and hot kisses. What a perfect combination.

I press my tits against Reuben’s smeared shirt, loving the warmth against my nipples as my mouth meets his for another round. I can’t get enough of him, raking my hands through his silver fox hair.

My fears have disappeared under the lust. My need for closeness pours out of the closet like a broken dam.

He kisses me like we’re underwater and I’m his only source of air. I kiss him back like my life depends on him, pushing his jacket from his shoulders until he shrugs it to the floor. My fumbling fingers work at his tie, our mouths inseparable. I undo his shirt buttons one by one, practically tearing his shirt from him to feel his hot flesh against my creamy tits.

We’re still kissing as we fumble our way to the kitchen door, my back sliding against the hallway wall as I giggle against his mouth.

“We could just walk,” I tell him, but he shakes his head.

“No. I need your mouth too much for that.”

He keeps on kissing me, guiding me backwards, and when we reach the stairs I fall back, my ass landing on the third step with a thump that makes me giggle.

I reach for him, expecting him to help me up, but no.

The gorgeous man lowers himself on top of me. I wrap my arms around his neck and his mouth is back on mine as I bump myself up, a step at a time, my tits bouncing and sliding against his creamy chest. My legs wrap around him as we reach the top, gripping him in position as he devours my mouth.

I want to beg for his cock, but it seems I don’t need to beg.

He breaks the kiss and I let go of my grip, panting as he unbuckles his belt.

And I’m buzzing like crazy when his trousers and his boxers are shoved down.

His cock springs free.

Fuck me. It’s long, it’s girthy, it’s popping with veins and…

He kicks his trousers and pants away and my legs open for him. He climbs on top of me, right there on the top stair.

I’m not used to straight up fucking without filthy games as a buildup. It’s an unusual sensation to have him ease his cock into me sensually, an inch at a time. Such a beautiful tease. He kisses my chin, my cheeks, the corners of my mouth. He licks smeared cream from my neck as I finally get the full length of him, and then he captures my mouth for a whole new round as I moan with his cock buried deep.

I expect him to slam me right now. I want him to slam me right now.

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I give a little buck against him but he pins me tight, our tongues still dancing.

“Fuck me,” I say into his hot fucking mouth.

His mouth mashes mine and he fucks me. Slowly. Withdrawing all the way and sliding in deep and it’s… torture. Fucking amazing torture.

And my fucking God, he knows the perfect angle.

He circles his hips like a master, in line with my body so well it feels like he’s known me a lifetime. But then I remember how intently he watched me playing with myself that night…

As if on cue, he varies his circling with three deep thrusts, then pulls out and slides the wet length of his cock up and down my slit, toying with my clit like I go wild for.

I’m already groaning please against his mouth when he pushes his cock back inside me, and he circles again, sucking my tongue as I whimper.

Please, please, please…

He picks up the pace, not by much but fuck it burns so good. Feels so good.

Then he stops. Circles some more. Pulls out. Fucks my clit with his hard cock end.

And Jesus Christ it’s so good.

When he slides back into me and thrusts hard and fast, I’m fucking done.

I try to turn my face away to grunt and groan as I reach the peak, but he doesn’t let me. He grips my cheeks and licks my open lips and keeps on fucking me. And I smile as I’m coming, darting my tongue out to meet his. And it’s a crazy kinda coming… weirdly smooth as it waves through me and stokes the need for more.

I turn my attention to bucking against his cock, still inside me, but he doesn’t react, just holds it in position.

“You not gonna come? Give me some more cream?” I ask, and he smirks.

“Your pussy is a work of art, Tiffany, but I’ve used the wonder plenty of times. It’s your mouth I’m interested in. I’ve got years to catch up on.”

“We’ve both been missing out, then,” I say, and pull him in for more. Kiss after kiss, after fucking kiss. I can’t stop.

My eyes are open to stare into the deep pools of his, and his are gazing straight back. It’s an intimacy that makes my heart flutter, scared as well as entranced. I’m on display, in soul as well as body. He’s well and truly broken down Creamgirl’s walls.

There is nothing left but me. Myself. Tiffany with the smears of Cream left behind.

“Let’s get to the bedroom,” he says and I could cry when his cock slides out of me.

Fuck knows how he manages to help me to my feet with his mouth still peppering mine, but he does. My arms are around his neck as he guides me backwards, step after step. I collapse with a squeal as he shunts me down onto the mattress.

“How about you give my mouth something else now?” I ask him, eyeing up his dick as he climbs on top.

“Not yet.”

“I’m so hungry for your cum. I haven’t even had a sample.”

“Patience is a virtue,” he says, and kisses my puffy lips like a starving man.

I bite at his kisses as he pushes his cock back into me. The bounce of the mattress makes it easier to buck against him but he glides his hips so slowly, it’s a crime. He teases me to the brink and back like a fucking wizard, because he’s cracked the code.

More circling. More pulling out and nudging my throbbing clit with his cock end. More sliding deep and little thrusts at just the right angle.

“Fucking hell, Reuben. What are you going to do to me when you ramp it up?” I ask him as he’s circling fresh. “You’re such a filthy, dirty bastard. We both know it.”

“That depends. What do you want me to do to you?”

I suck in a breath as he sweeps his cock between my pussy lips.

“Whatever you want. I’m yours. This is your proposal.”

His eyes are stern when he grips my chin. His stare is piercing.

“Fuck proposals. This has nothing to do with sex for cash, or filthy plans set out in stone. What I want is you.”

“Want or need?” I ask with a cheeky smirk.

“Need,” he says, and kisses my neck. “Did you hear that? Need.”

“Yeah, well, that makes two of us. Another case of two peas in a pod, because I need you, too.”

“I’ll never get tired of you saying that,” he says.

“Same goes, Santa. So give your naughty girl some dirty treats. She needs them.”

The smile on his face is so honest, so full of the moment, it makes my heart sing.

Fuck, I’m turning into a fucking poet.

“My naughty girl deserves some filthy treats,” he says and lifts my legs back, spreading me wide.

The lust in his eyes as he stares at my pussy makes me want it even more. I push down, and I know my chunky lips are moving for him.

“I adore your beautiful cunt,” he says. “I’ve made it gush many times, but I’ve never had the honour of watching your beautiful face as you spray my cock.”

Oh, Jesus, fuck me now.

With my legs pinned back, my sexy Santa ramps it up, fucks me like I know he’s fucked me before – the heat, the friction, the angle, and in no time my ass is jerking off the bed and he pulls free to a generous fucking spray that soaks his stomach and his cock.

“Fucking incredible,” he says and pins me back again, slamming his cock deep.

I gush on his bed twice over, and the covers are fucking soaked, but he doesn’t get me a towel, he’s right back to it. Whenever I’m on the comedown from a round of fucking, his fingers are straight back on my clit, building me back up, even when I’m tender to the max.

It’s such a relief to have someone else do it like this, and not me. My body is his, and the pleasure is all mine. It’s selfless to the extreme – all he wants in return is my kisses. My moans against his mouth.

My mind wanders in my headiness. Flashes of memories coming back to me as the highs make me almost delirious. I remember his cock so well, snippets of filthy recollections. But he was always blurred amongst other men.

Now it is only him. Him and me.

This man is like a smudged palette of eye shadow. Colours in every direction. Santa, Reuben… and one of the filthiest fucking founders known to man.

I want to know the real Reuben, just like he wants to know the real me.

“You going to share some info?” I ask as his fingers stroke my pussy lips. “Is this a one way street, or do I get to find out what drives you fucking crazy as well? Sex for me is never just about my pussy, and you know it. You’ve read my proposals.”

“Yes, and you’ve played my filthy games.”

“But I’ve never seen you playing them.”

I get a glimpse of the beast in the silver fox. He’s rough with my hair as he pins me to the bed, and instead of his cock this time, he uses his fingers, lining them up so they’ll be bigger than the raging hard-on he’s been using.

“Which of those dirty games did you like?” he asks.

“All of them.”

“All of them, really? Even when you were fucking screaming?”

I nod. “Especially when I was fucking screaming. Like I told you, I’m not just a whore for the money, I’m a whore because I love the filth, too.”

“Does it make you feel good to be a slut?”

“Yes.”

“To be a dirty, naughty girl?”

I nod, and smile, inching myself down against his hand.

“You have no fucking idea. I love everything, I fucking swear.”

He puts his mouth to my ear.

“Yet another thing we have in common, because so do I. You want to know the real me? You have it. I’m the man you knew in the proposals, as well as the man outside of them.”

My soul soars at his words.

“You’re blessed with tits big enough to take the punishment I like to give,” he tells me, but there is no malice about it, just power.

“I know,” I say. “And I’m blessed with an ass big enough to take one hell of a lot of fucking cane stripes.” He curls four fingers inside me and I groan. I’m so tender.

“You’ve bound my tits before, haven’t you?” I ask him.

“Yes.”

“Were you the one who hung my entire weight on them when I was struggling to stay on tiptoes?”

“I was one of them, yes.”

“It hurt so fucking bad.”

“I know. I heard you cry.”

“Have you fisted me? Do you know how much my cunt can take?”

“Yes.”

I push down harder. “So why aren’t you giving it to me right now?”

“Because I’m enjoying your gorgeous face as well as your gorgeous cunt.”

That makes me smile.

“Were you the one who used the speculum that stretched me open until I was begging for it to stop?”

“Yes.”

“Were you spreading it? Were you in control?”

“Yes.”

“That’s so fucking hot. I thought about that for days after. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. Was it you who did what came after?”

“Plugged your ass up while you were gaping? Yes. I love anal play.”

“How about the nettles? Did you fuck them into my pussy?”

“Yes, and your ass, too. Multiple times.”

“Did you piss in my ass? Was that you?”

“Many times. Amongst others.”

I kiss my boss, my filthy hero, my lover, lapping at his mouth with a grin.

“Are you going to do it again? Are you going to give me everything all over again… but just me and you?”

“Yes. If you’ll let me.”

“I’ll beg you, not just let you.”

“Good job we have a few weeks left until Christmas, isn’t it? We’ve got a lot of ground to cover.”

I’m so desperate for his fist in my cunt that I’d offer him my heart on a platter. I raise my hips to show him. “How about we make a deal for tonight? You stretch my needy pussy, and I’ll show you how much I want your cock in my throat? I want you to watch me sucking you.”

He must be fit to burst right now, he’s been fucking me for so long. My pussy is sore from coming, and my lips are swollen from kissing.

My dirty hero shifts his position, so he’s kneeling up by my head. He’s stunning from this position, the underside of his cock a waiting promise. He strokes my huge, sweaty tits, then tugs at my nipples.

I imagine the way he fixed the clamps and tightened them when I was hooded. I imagine watching him while he’s doing it. I want to see his face while he watches me struggle to bear it.

Tonight, I only get a few token tit slaps before he reaches back down to my pussy.

Fuck, he’s going to fist me from an angle. Jesus Christ, I tense on instinct.

“Changed your mind?” he says. “That’s ok. Say stop and we’ll stop. I’ll give you my cum regardless.”

I smile as myself, not as Creamgirl.

“I’ll never change my mind, Reuben. I never do.”

My mouth is already open as I struggle to take his fist. He groans as he pushes his cock in my mouth, bulging out my cheek.

“Take it,” he says and twists his fingers and thumb together, stretching me to the max.

I grip his cock in both hands, suck him in deep, and push against the stretch of his knuckles. He knows what to do. Knows how to twist side to side with just the right amount of pressure. And as his cock pops from my mouth, his fist pops into my cunt. Just like that, and it’s a fucking delight.

I look up at him in pure adoration as I show off my cock sucking skills. He strokes my hair as he fists, with little nudges back and forth, telling me what a beautiful girl I am as he fucks my throat.

A beautiful girl isn’t something I hear all that often.

Horny bitch, dirty slut, hot, filthy. Hell, I’ve even been called a cute piggy girl in degradation play, but beautiful girl feels so different.

I’m so comfortable as I dribble and groan. I’m so proud of the way my tits and belly bounce as I work myself against his buried hand.

“I love this,” he says as his balls tighten. “I love this so much, it’s driving me out of my mind.”

Part of me wishes the this was you.

That’s the part of me that’s driving me out of my mind. Because ever since meeting the real Reuben Sinclair, my dreams have been morphing into reality.

My heart cries out with a different kind of need as the man I adore gives me the very first taste of his cum. The greatest reward there could be.

I love you, is what I want to hear from him. Crazy but true.

But instead, I get a different round of creamy kisses, and he makes me come all over again.