I sit up as Nick reaches for his belt buckle, reaching forward as I stare up at him.
He looms over me like a silver-haired giant, his suit the same shade as his hair, his clean shaven jaw tight, and his eyes bright with animal hunger.
I grab onto the front of his pants before I have a chance to doubt myself out of it, squeezing down on his bulging cock, feeling how rock solid he is. His size provokes a note of anxiety inside of me, dancing and fluttering as my instincts go to war.
One side of me screams to rub him, rub him hard and fast and let him know how badly I want him.
Another side tells me no, no, stop now, before I make a fool of myself.
For once I listen to the sassy part, stroking my hand up and down the front of his trousers, staring up at him as he gazes back down at me.
I’ve never seen him look like this before, his lips twisted.
He makes growling groaning noises the faster I rub, up and down, up and down until he’s shaking.
“It’s like my seed is trying to fucking shoot out of me,” he snarls. “And I don’t need to tell you how crazy that should sound, do I?”
“Should, should,” I whisper. “Am I the only one getting tired of that word?”
“Damn… right.” He snarls, a faltering in his voice as he struggles to speak past his moaning. “Now get my cock out, my perfect elf. Show me how badly you want this.”
“So badly,” I moan, my hands busying at his belt buckle, grabbing it and quickly loosening it before I have a chance to second-guess myself.
I pull it loose and yank at his button.
He yanks his trousers down once the button is free.
His cock springs up, his cock unbelievably massive.
The end throbs, the tip glistening with precome, causing dancing lust to flutter temptingly through me.
“You’re so big,” I whimper, taking in the sight of him.
He must be at least ten inches, and thick, a massive meaty length that has me wondering if I’m going to be able to take him.
“Get your damn clothes off,” he growls. “Now. I need to see all of you. Unwrap yourself like a Christmas gift.”
I do as he says, spurring into action without needing to be told twice.
Making a list and checking it twice, sings through my mind as I tear at the elf costume, pulling it over my head and unclipping my bra. But when I move to take off the knee-high socks, my man growls which I take to mean no.
“Leave those on.”
I look up at him – I’ve been so busy with my clothes – to find him completely naked.
A gasp escapes me as my gaze roams over his bulging chest, his pectorals large and round, his abs deep hard cuts of muscle, everything solid and hard.
He climbs onto the bed, leaning down and laying his hands on either side of my head to hold up his massive bulk. I claw onto his biceps, digging my fingernails into his unyielding muscles.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are,” he whispers, laying a surprisingly tender kiss against my lips.
I moan and kiss him back, our mouths opening as our tongues clash together, as everything clashes together. He grabs his cock and guides it to my hole, pushing his massive engorged tip into my entrance.
The kiss breaks off when I feel how huge he is, pressing against the walls of my sex, making me certain for a second I’m not going to be able to take him, not all of him and maybe not even any of him.
But then he snarls and pushes in deeper.
Suddenly warmth floods my pussy, a whole cascading waterfall of it, filling me up as though my womb is firing tingly pleasure signals to make passage for his massive length.
I gasp and open my eyes. I only realize I had them closed when I open them and find Nick staring down at me, his face twisting in pleasure as he inches deeper and deeper.
“You’re. So. Tight.”
Is that a good thing? I try to say, but it’s like I can’t form words as he pushes in more and more, my hole feeling completely filled, every instinct in me honed at the feeling of him inside of me.
“It’s okay,” he whispers, a carnal growl in his voice. “You can take it.”
It’s like a Christmas miracle – or another miracle to add to our list.
The second he tells me I can do it, the blistering warm feeling inside of me expands and expands until it’s all I can feel and there’s no fear or anxiety, or discomfort.
Fairy lights glitter through me the same way they shine down on us, reflecting red and green off my man’s silver streaked hair.
“Oh, oh my God, this is so… so good, so different, oh.”