Merry Xmas

SAM

Raunchy. Naughty. Heavenly. There wasn’t a single word that could adequately describe the scene before me.

Evie’s stark-naked hourglass frame was bent over my ebony desk, her arms raised and fists gripping the satin restraints of my tie. My thick shaft rested between her rear cheeks, the swollen tip hovering over the strap of her thong.

Her black heels gave her ass some extra lift, which only made me want to ravage her that much worse.

A crack echoed as I slapped her right cheek. She moaned into the grain of my desk, grinding her ass backward against my groin.

My palm drifted between her shoulder blades and fanned across her back as I reached around her hips, tracing her panty line with a couple of fingers. She whimpered, and her legs opened slightly in anticipation of my touch.

I planned on paying her back for making me cum before I was ready. I was going to make her beg—and then I’d give her a little—and then make her beg for more.

My fingertips gently drifted over the thin damp fabric covering her pussy and traced over it with the pressure of a feather. She sucked in a breath.

The tiny twitches of her hips, accompanied by her occasional moan as I massaged her underwear against her arousal, had my cock throbbing.

The soaked cloth crammed itself between her needy hills, bunching against her clit, and remained lodged there.

The wet fabric between her smooth lips had to be a tease for her, judging from the random small rolls of her hips.

“Sam,” Evie whispered.

I liked my pet names, and if she didn’t know that by now, she needed to learn it, especially before I asked her to marry me.

I wasn’t quite sure how I’d let a month go by already without proposing; every day I thought about it, and every day the ring stayed in my pocket.

“What did you call me?” I asked.

Evie remained silent. I removed my fingers, waiting. An aggrieved sigh echoed across my desk.

“Now, answer my question right, and I’ll give you my cock,” I said. “Understand?”

“You promise?” Evie asked.

“Mhm.”

I nudged her thighs open enough for my hips to wedge between them, moved her thong aside, and lined myself up with her entrance.

While clutching her left cheek and holding the string away with my thumb, I rubbed the head of my dick against her, seeping pre-cum all over her deprived pussy.

“What do you call me when I’m inside you?” I asked.

“Baby,” she breathed.

I eased my length inside, and her warmth encapsulated me. She cried out, clutched her bindings, and her ass puckered in the air.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she breathed in relief.

I slowly worked my erection in and out of her soft center, coating my manhood in her perfectly primed walls.

“Fuck me, baby,” she begged.

I suddenly pulled out, leaving her barren. She gasped in misery, and her legs nearly collapsed.

“You promised,” she groaned.

“I never said for how long,” I said, letting my voice go wicked.

I left her bent over the desk and sank to the floor to sit between her legs, gazing up at the shadowy lining of her thong. Even in the poor late-night office lighting, I could still see the huge wet spot at her crotch.

I kissed her inner thighs, and she opened her legs to accommodate me as I drew closer to the scent of her arousal.

“You know…I’ve never tasted anything quite like your pussy,” I murmured.

Evie’s tone was impatient and soft. “Really?”

“Mhm.”

I coaxed the saturated fabric aside, planting a soft kiss on one of her lips. She rolled her hips and groaned above me.

“No matter how much I have, I always want more.”

I traced the tip of my tongue along the length of her labia. Evie whimpered, and her knees practically caved.

“Please,” she moaned.

“Please, what?” I prompted. She needed to say it.

“Please lick my pussy, baby,” she moaned.

A smile stretched along my jaw. “Good girl, angel.”

I flattened my tongue against her clit, and Evie let out a loud cry. The ridges coated my taste buds with her mildly sweet glaze, summoning a jealous ache in my balls that demanded attention.

My free hand seized my cock, and I slowly stroked myself—just enough to ease the torment. Evie’s liquid excitement glossed along my shaft, allowing my knuckles to effortlessly glide from base to tip.

A few minutes passed, and Evie’s curses grew louder and faster, but I didn’t plan on letting her cum. That goodness would be reserved for my greedy cock. I was going to build her up so her next orgasm would be so intense, she really would develop a halo.

I pulled my tongue from her clit, replacing it with the thumb that I’d just been using to stroke my erection. I gazed up at her drenched pussy and the sheen on the inside of her thighs with satisfaction.

However, something I’d recently said to her invaded my brain. ~No matter how much I take, I always want more.~

I pressed my lips back up against her but left my finger stroking her folds as well. Then my tongue trailed to her entrance, allowing my thumb to care for her clit all by its lonesome. I outstretched my tongue, easing what length of it I could inside of her.

“Oh my god,” Evie cried. “Sam…”

She didn’t call me “baby,” but that was okay. I was sure that the shock of me giving the phrase ‘tongue-fucking’ a new meaning was scrambling her brain.

Her legs suddenly quivered, and though my plan wasn’t to let her cum, she was close enough that I decided to continue.

I fought to keep my tastebuds inside of her as she erupted into a series of wails and coated my tongue in the sweet nectar of her pleasure.

“Oh fuck, baby!” she yelled.

I didn’t want to waste a single drop, but it was impossible. Her arousal varnished my lips and goatee as she kept on screaming.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah!”

Her legs stilled, and her lips jerked every once in a while as I finally pulled my tongue back to focus on her clit.

“Baby,” she moaned.

I flicked my tongue against the little bud above her pussy, remembering all too well how sensitive it could get after an orgasm. She choked on a sob, and her hips jolted with the overwhelming sensation.

“It’s too much, baby,” she groaned.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” I whispered against her folds.

I continued, watching her lurch, twitch, and jerk against my face. Her sensitivity would fade, and eventually, when it felt good for her again—and ~only~ then—she could have my dick.

Her aftershocks finally stilled, and her soft moans over my desk were music to my ears. It was time for her reward, and though Christmas had come and gone, I was still in a giving mood.

I slid from under her legs, rising to my feet dressed in nothing but a pair of socks. Her thong was so soaked by now that I didn’t even have to nudge it over. It stayed glued against her thigh.

I lined my erection up with her inviting opening and pushed my cock inside. Evie’s plump ass slightly rose with the roll of her hips as she moaned.

“That’s for being a good girl, angel,” I told her.

I slowly rocked my hips, coating my shaft in the pool of her lust. I reached around her hip to tuck the wet fabric back between her lips and wrapped the back straps sprawled over her tailbone around my fingers, fastening the thong against her clit and ass.

We didn’t have my little angel’s toy, and I knew that she could only cum with some stimulation for her clit, so the friction of her underwear was going to help me out in that department. And hey, she might even like the strap stroking the surface of her ass too.

My swaying increased, developing into full-blown thrusts. Evie cried out over my desk, moaning and groaning with each deep dive. Her fists unintentionally fisted around some papers, crumpling them, but I let her have at them. I had digital copies, after all.

“Is this too hard?” I asked.

Evie shook her head, and after a moment of attempting to string together an answer, she let a single word slip. “H-harder.”

A sly smirk crossed my face while I ramped up speed.

Evie shook and fisted the silk binding her wrists as a line of dirty demands spilled from her tongue. “Make me cum, baby. Make me fucking cum.”

I smirked. “You’re a naughty girl tonight, aren’t you?”

Her wailing echoed throughout my office, growing louder by the minute. At this point, I was at a jackhammering speed, ready to listen to the chorus of her next orgasm.

“How’s that thong feeling, angel?”

Evie muttered something I couldn’t quite understand between her shaking over my desk and her squealing.

“What was that?”

“G-good.”

I smirked and pulled up a tad more on the strings. It was so hot watching that thin little strap between her cheeks.

I would ~kill~ to see the other side of this scenario—that drenched little piece of cloth between her lips, petting her horny little pussy as my erection pumped in and out of her slit. That sight would be glorious enough to heal a blind man. Oh, well. There was always next time.

Evie suddenly erupted into a fit of screams and a string of pleasurable curses, clawing at the desktop beneath her belly.

“Oh yeah. That’s it,” I groaned. “Take it, angel.”

Her moans sent my manhood into a downward spiral, and despite my desire to hold off my climax, my cock throbbed, coating her insides with every ounce my balls were capable of producing.

Evie’s moans petered out as I finished filling her to the brim and spreading it along her walls with each slowing swing.

When the two of us stilled, I reclaimed my shaft, and the remains of the past two hours trickled down the insides of Evie’s thighs. I wandered around the edge of my desk and freed her wrists from the restraints of my tie.

I wished I could keep her there forever. But I supposed we needed to get back to real life at some point.

“We’re still on for dinner tomorrow night, right?” I asked.

Evie needed to spend most of the day tomorrow supervising renovations on her shop, but in the evening, to celebrate her new business, I was cooking her prime rib and baking her favorite cherry cheesecake for dessert.

She pushed up from the desk on shaky legs and picked apart the blue satin that was still tied around one of her wrists. “Yeah, I’ll be there. Even though you won’t tell me what you’re making.”

“I told you, it’s a surprise,” I said, yanking my slacks up my thighs.

“Mhm,” Evie hummed, refastening her brassière.

Beyond the food, I also had another surprise for her—a gift I prayed she would remember for the rest of her life.