My body shakes as he spanks me again and again. Heat pours through my body like liquid steel. And now I don’t have to keep from crying out, instead I moan.
“You’re a bad, bad girl, Joy.”
“I am?” I gasp, when his fingers move between my legs, brushing against my very wet pussy.
“Walking around in this tight little red dress all day, teasing Santa.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper my head going down so that my forehead rests against the desk.
“I don’t think you’re sorry, Joy,” his voice rumbles behind me like thunder and I can feel each vibration in my body and it all centers in my clit, causing my knees to go weak. I’m thankful the desk is holding me up when he delivers another smack across my ass. “I think you enjoyed it. Walking around, not wearing panties and teasing Santa. I bet you’ve been wet all night haven’t you?”
I whimper. I have been, because I knew this was coming. I knew eventually Eb would find me and he would fuck me. I knew it, because he’s right. I have been teasing him.
Every chance I’ve had today I’ve taunted him. I’ve leaned over in front of him. My dress is low cut and I’ve taunted him with my cleavage. I’ve bent over, making sure my ass was in front of him and it wasn’t really an accident when a drop of icing fell between my breasts when I shared that cupcake with him.
“Answer me!” he growls. I look behind me to see he’s undone his pants now. His hand is wrapped around his large cock, stroking it. There’s a stream of cum sliding from the head and I thrust my ass out as I watch it drop against me. My ass is red from the spankings, red and heated. I can feel the cum slide against my skin and I want more.
I want a lot more.
“I have. I’ve been teasing you. I’ve been a very bad girl, Santa. It wasn’t my fault, though.”
“It wasn’t?”
“No. I’ve been horny, Santa. I needed you to fuck me,” I moan, only admitting the truth. Eb got me all hot and bothered this morning in bed, but refused to finish me off. He said it was my punishment for making him dress up as Santa. I’ve been aching for him ever since.
“I’ve been this wet. I’ve been so wet all night,” I tell him, my body practically causing the desk to shake with me when he finally thrust his fingers deep inside of me, raking them against my throbbing clit.
“You need Santa to fuck you, Joy?”
“Yes, please, Santa. I promise if you do, I’ll be good.”
Eb pinches my clit hard, pulling on it and I cry out loudly, unable to stop myself.
I feel him wrapping my hair around his other hand, while he keeps manipulating my clit with his other. I can feel my excitement build and I know I’m going to come just like this. The inside of my thighs are painted with my need. I can’t hold back much longer. I grab hold of the desk, trying to pull myself up on my weak legs, when he tightens his hold on my hair.
His hand moves from between my legs and I cry out again, but this time in disappointment. His hand moves to my face and caps over my mouth to help silence me and I’m grateful. I bite into it, because I want to yell at him to bring the hand back to my pussy. Eb lets go of my hair and I’m almost terrified he’s going to leave me hanging again. I can taste myself on his hand, I’m so damn close. If he doesn’t put me out of my misery, I might start screaming and throwing things. I don’t care who finds us. Before I can try to move his hand and try and tell him that, his cock thrusts deep inside of me. My scream is a mixture of need and relief, but thankfully it’s muddled against his hand. His other hand bites into my hip and he takes over my body, moving me how he wants me as he tunnels his hard, massive cock in and out of me.
“You better play with your clit, Joy, because Santa’s coming hard,” Eb groans. He didn’t need to tell me that though. My fingers are already working my clit as I feel the first jet of cum stream inside of me.
“Yes,” I hiss, even though he probably can’t hear me.
“So fucking good, Joy. Your pussy is so fucking good. Everything I knew it would be and more. That’s it!” he cries. “Squeeze my damn cock, milk all of that cum,” he growls and I do it. I take everything I can from him.
Eventually he removes his hand, but he keeps me pinned on the desk by his warm body.