A Hot Holiday Collection

Chapter 4

4

DANNY

F ucking hell. Delia was even more incredible than I imagined. She tasted like peppermint and something spicy that was all her own. Her curves filled my hands perfectly, her lips were like velvet, and her dark, desire-filled eyes caused a tingling in my balls. Not to mention the heat radiating from her pussy and the feeling of damp fabric against my stomach. I didn’t know if she was wearing underwear beneath her candy cane–covered leggings, but she’d soaked through the fabric. All that combined to snap my control.

A part of me was worried I’d take this too fast—two years of repressed sexual desire was bubbling to the surface, and I could barely think straight. My mind was filled with one thing, being buried balls deep in my girl.

But Olivia had once mentioned to Leland that Delia was a virgin, and the fear of hurting her was the only thing that kept me from fucking her hard and fast against a wall in the foyer. I waited until we reached the top of the stairs before fusing my mouth to hers once again. Pushing her up against the nearest wall, I devoured her sweetness while my cock leaked steadily in my pants. I definitely wouldn’t be able to return the costume, and I had zero fucks to give about that.

“Bedroom,” I grunted before dragging my lips along her jaw until I was able to nibble on her ear. “I’m going to lose my fucking mind if you aren’t naked in the next two minutes.”

The truth was, I knew exactly where her bedroom was, but it seemed a little too early to introduce Delia to the obsessed stalker who’d taken up camp inside me the moment I first saw her.

“Two doors down on the left,” she panted while tilting her head to give me better access to her neck.

I winced at the pain that shot through my stiff cock as I hurried to follow her directions. The pants of the costume were loose, but I was so fucking hard that even walking hurt. When we reached her room, I carried her inside and over to the bed. I gently laid her down and had to stop for a moment to look her over and assure myself this was real.

“You are so damn gorgeous.”

Delia’s cheeks turned adorably pink as she sat up, and she smiled shyly, but there was a twinkle in her eyes. “You’re a pretty hot Santa. But, um...I think you need to lose the clothes so I can see if my sorority sisters got their money’s worth.”

I chuckled, then dropped the red coat to the ground, enjoying her soft gasp as her eyes roamed over my body. My hat and beard went next before I bent over and removed my boots. When my pants were all that was left, I sat on the bed and winked at Delia, crooking my finger. “Come sit on Santa’s lap.”

Delia blushed even harder, but she scooted over to me and started to sit sideways on my legs. That wasn’t where I wanted her, so I grabbed her hips and lifted her, positioning her so that when I set her down, she was straddling me.

“Have you been good this year, baby?” I crooned.

Delia looked up at me through her lashes, and her lips curved in a pretty smile before she nodded.

I put a finger under her chin and lifted her head so I could look directly into her face. “Time to be naughty. But don’t worry”—I smiled wickedly—“you’re still going to get plenty of presents.” With her plump lips inches from mine, I couldn’t resist closing the gap and covered her mouth with my own.

Having Delia on my lap, her soft curves in my hands, our lips sealed, and our tongues twisted together was almost surreal. A part of me kept wanting to pinch myself and make sure it was really happening. But when I cupped her ass and dragged her forward, her tits pillowed against my chest and my cock nestled into the heat between her legs. If this was a dream, I didn’t give a fuck because it was the best one I’d ever had.

My hands traveled up under her sweater, and I paused for a moment to revel in the silky feel of her skin before pushing the material up all the way. She raised her arms and broke our kiss so I could pull her top off over her head and toss it on the ground. When our lips met again, I angled my head to deepen our contact, and my cock jumped when she moaned.

I was going to fucking burst if I didn’t get inside her soon. My fingers made quick work of her bra, and it landed somewhere near her shirt. Her hard nipples scraped my chest as she squirmed, and I cupped her large, round tits. They more than filled my hands, and my mouth watered to taste them.

She made a little sound of protest when I ripped my mouth from hers, and I groaned. “You make the sexiest noises, baby. I can’t wait to hear you scream as you fall apart in my arms.”

My eyes dropped from her lips to the pale globes, and I sucked in a breath before letting it out slowly. Calm the fuck down, man . I lifted them, forcing her to arch her back to give me even better access. I took one turgid peak in my mouth, and Delia moaned. When I sucked on it, she cried out and dove her hands into the hair on the back of my head to hold me close. As if I were going any-fucking-where.

I switched to the other breast and gave it equal treatment, making her move restlessly on my lap. The threads of my control frayed to almost nothing. Then she whispered, “I need you, Danny. I’m aching.”

“Fucking hell,” I grunted. I doubted I’d ever deny her anything if she asked in that breathy, passion-filled voice.

I grasped her hips and held her close when I leaned back, then rolled over so my big body was covering her much smaller one. I loved how well we fit together. Delia fit into every groove as if it had been sculpted just for her. Which was kind of accurate since she was the reason I was so ripped the past two years while I waited to make her mine.

“Baby, are you a virgin?” Although I already knew the answer, I didn’t want Delia to know just how insanely obsessed I was with her.

She nodded, looking almost shy again. Her confirmation made me want to beat my chest like a caveman, but I held it in and focused on the warmth spreading through me. “Being your first and last is the best Christmas present I’ve ever been given.”

Delia’s lips curved up into a beaming smile. “Have you been a good boy this year?” she asked slyly. It was fucking adorable.

I tilted my head and pretended to consider her question. “Depends on your definition, I suppose,” I finally answered with a wink. “In my mind, I did very naughty things to you. Do dirty thoughts count?”

She nodded with a grin. “Extra points if you actually do some of those things.”

My expression turned devilish when I responded. “Oh, I intend to do every one of them.”

Delia took a deep breath, making her tits bounce, and I lost the ability to speak. I kissed each bud before scooting down and practically ripping her pants off, taking her underwear with them.

“Son of a bitch,” I groaned when I saw her bare pussy, the lips and her inner thighs glistening with need. Then a thought sent a blot of rage through me. “You better not have gone bare for someone else, baby,” I growled as I dragged my index finger down her slit.

“Olivia dared me,” she panted.

Relief flooded me, but it was quickly replaced by a deep, gnawing hunger. “Remind me to thank her,” I mumbled as I settled between Delia’s legs. My broad shoulders held her open, and I used my thumbs to part her folds. “Fucking soaked,” I grunted before I took my first taste.

Her flavor burst on my tongue, and I was lost to the desire pumping through me. I ate her like she was Christmas dinner and I’d been fasting for a year. Delia’s cries became louder and louder until I bit her clit and she screamed as her climax rolled through her. I lapped up every drop of her arousal, working her as long as her release lasted.

“I have to be inside you.” I whipped off the costume pants and crawled over her once more. “I’ll be gentle,” I promised, hoping I could keep my vow.

“What happened to my filthy Santa?” Her tone was teasing, but her dark eyes were begging.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said through gritted teeth as I put her legs around my waist and positioned my dick at her opening. The tip kissed her heat, and I hissed at the blissful sensation as a spurt of come escaped. I knew Delia was on birth control for her periods—the level of detail Leland had uncovered for me over the past two years was impressive—and I was grateful as fuck to be able to get inside her without anything between us.

“It can’t hurt any more than I do right now.” She wiggled to try to force my cock deeper into her, but I had a firm hold on her thighs. I was trying to calm myself so I wouldn’t be too rough.

“Stop, baby. I can’t think when you do that.”

“Then stop thinking and fuck me.”

My eyebrows rose, and my cheeks creased with amusement when I saw the twin spots of deep red on her cheeks. My girl somehow managed to be cute and hot as hell at the same time.

I entered her slowly, little by little so she could adjust to my size. “Fuck,” I grunted. “You are so damn tight.” I kept going until I reached the barrier of her virginity. I reached out and took her chin in a firm hold, making sure our eyes locked.

“I’m taking your cherry, Delia. It’s mine.”

She nodded and licked her lips, nearly blowing away every thought in my head. But this was too important not to clarify. “You are already mine, but once I take you, claim your cherry, and mark you with my come, I will never, ever let you go. Do you understand?”

“Does that mean you’re mine, too?” she asked, a note of defiance in her tone that made me hold back a smile.

“Completely and forever.”

“Good. Then less talk, more action.”

I chuckled, but it morphed into a groan when her pussy muscles flexed around my shaft. I leaned down and kissed her deeply while my fingers played with her clit. I didn’t stop until she was writhing with need and begging me.

I didn’t want to hurt Delia, but I was past the point of no return. My hips retreated a fraction, and while I meant to pop her cherry with a single, shallow thrust, I’d lost all control. There was no finesse when I slammed inside her until I was sheathed from root to tip. “Fuck!” I shouted, dropping my head back and closing my eyes. Her tight pussy was practically strangling my cock.

Delia cried out, and the sound penetrated the fog of lust consuming me just enough to open my eyes and look down to check on her. Her lips were twisted with pain, but it was rapidly replaced by a look of wonder. “You okay?”

“More than okay.” Her muscles spasmed, and the fog returned, blocking out everything but the ecstasy of being buried deep inside my dream girl.

I attempted to go slow, but with one more squeeze of her pussy, I grabbed her hips and held her steady while I retreated and thrust back in. “Fuck, baby. You feel amazing wrapped around my cock.”

“Mmm,” was her only response. Then her hands cupped her tits, and my eyes were glued to them as she twisted and plucked at her nipples. I was barely aware of what I was doing as I moved faster and faster. The headboard banged into the wall as I fucked her hard and fast, rutting inside her like an animal.

Her cries of pleasure and pleading for more drove me into a frenzy. “Fuck, Delia. Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck!” I placed my palms on the mattress on both sides of her and bent my knees to raise up a little. The angle allowed me to go even deeper, and the leverage made it easier for me to slam into her until she was shaking with need and crying out at the top of her lungs.

“Danny! Yes! Yes! I’m so close. Yes!”

“Come, Delia,” I ordered. My spine was tingling, and I was losing the strength to hold back my climax. “I need you to come, baby. I want your pussy milking my cock. Come!” I practically roared at the end.

“Danny!” Delia’s scream was ear piercing, and it set my orgasm free, allowing intense pleasure to rush through me as if a dam had broken.

“Fuck, Delia!”

If this was a fantasy, I never wanted to wake up.