Mountain Man Santa (Naughty and Spice)

Chapter 8

Chapter

Eight

STACEY

M y pulse pounds, and my breath comes in pants as I walk down the hallway to my boss’s office. A strange tangle of emotions swirls inside.

I raise my hand to knock on the door, and it squeaks open because he doesn’t have it latched. My eyes round as I get a load of the enormous chef’s incredible physique. Pure muscle and angular planes, standing in his black boxer briefs and gray wool socks.

My hand comes to my chest, and I inhale sharply as he turns, frowning at me. If I thought the guy looked indecent before with his large, unaroused package in the Santa suit, it’s got nothing on his current state. His giant cock tents the front of his briefs at the sight of me, and a thick knot of lust lodges in my throat. He lets out a long sigh, his brows furrowing, and my feet start moving in his direction.

He strides towards me, too, and we meet in the middle of his office. My hands come up, caressing his hard, hot chest, and I reach up on my tiptoes towards his face.

Without hesitation, his mouth crashes down over mine, a deep growl shaking his whole core as he unrepentantly claims me. I don’t have a moment to think before his hands rove up and down my back, pulling at my elf costume. I lean tightly against him, savoring the firmness of his massive rod poking into my stomach.

Jerry grabs my cheeks, sinking his warm, velvety tongue between my lips. The kiss is almost violent. A collision of teeth and bodies and tongues that draws the breath out of my lungs and leaves me gasping.

The big brute of a man hoists me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist, panting hard at the feel of his rock-hard arousal on my inner thigh. My arms circle his neck as I sink into another of his devastating kisses.

If I thought the past three weeks were scintillating they have nothing on the pure incineration his lips bring now. He holds me tightly with one arm as his other reaches to pull down his boxer briefs.

Instead of hesitating or letting my senses regain control, I welcome his move. My pussy throbs, slippery and slick with want. Sneaking a quick peek, my eyes round, seeing how well-hung the chef is.

Despite being a non-virgin, twenty-something, I exclaim, “I’m not sure that’ll fit.”

“Oh, it’ll fit,” he says with that cocky New York accent of his, “And you’re gonna enjoy every fucking moment of me making it fit, Shortie.”

His hand comes between my legs, and he swipes his thick, large fingers through my dripping pussy juices, breathing hard. “Are you seriously this fucking wet for me, Stace?”

“Yes,” I whimper, lifting myself up slightly using my arms around his neck to make entry easier for him. I need him inside me quickly so he’ll quit noticing how out of control my body is.

My cheeks burn as I add quietly, “I’m sorry I’m too messy.”

“Too messy? How can great sex ever be too messy?” he asks, shaking his head like I’ve said something blasphemous. “You’re fucking perfect. Just the way I want you.”

Relief seizes me, and my mouth covers his, savoring his delicious lips and mating with his tongue in return. I love the feel of his silky beard on my cheeks and the hard wall of his muscular chest pressed tightly against my soft breasts.

He lets out another deep-seated growl as his fingers rub my clit expertly, circling it until my pulse races, and I feel lightheaded. My pussy pulsates greedily, ready to swallow the huge man’s dick whole.

He slides a finger into me, sighing with pleasure. “You’re damn well flooded for me, Stace. You should’ve let me help you with this sooner. Fuck, you feel like wet silk—warm, soft, juicy perfection.”

His finger finds my G-spot, and he works it, crooking his finger and stroking me until my walls flutter around him, and I beg him to keep going. He doesn’t stop until I scream his name, coming so hard I drench his abs and cock.

My body has never responded this way before. I didn’t even know it was possible. Embarrassment floods me as I cover my mouth with my hand, apologizing. Until Jerry’s reaction stops me in my tracks.

The giant beams, “You keep shit like that up, and I’m gonna fucking marry you. That’s exactly how I like my lube, straight outta my woman. Good girl.” He crashes into my mouth again with enthusiasm, slowly stroking me with his tongue and filling my head with all sorts of naughty ideas as his big hands drive my hips toward his cock.

I’ve never had a man speak to me this way before. Heck, I’ve never been with a man except for Elliott, and orgasm with him rarely occurred for me. If it did, it was always accidental and highly infrequent. My body quivers and spasms as Jerry pulls my panties deftly to the side, rubbing the head of his cock, already dripping pre-cum, through my honeyed folds.

“Fuck, I could get used to this,” he says, staring into my face, his eyes dilated so that his irises look like two rounds of shiny obsidian. Seizing handfuls of my ample ass, he slides slowly into my slick channel, turning his head to the side and concentrating hard. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good. You’re about to make me come, you naughty elf.”

I can barely breathe, savoring his girth inside of me, making me feel complete in a way I can’t explain. “You can come whenever you’re ready,” I say quietly. “What are you waiting for?”

He cocks his head to the side, eyeing me curiously. “Okay, I’m getting the impression we’re gonna need to set some ground rules about expectations when I’m buried deep inside that sweet pussy of yours. I don’t come until you come…hopefully, twice.”

“But I already have…like more than I ever thought possible.”

He smacks my ass hard, and I jump a little, letting out a shocked squeal. “That’s for coming earlier without my permission.”

His thick, massive rod lights up every nerve in my pussy, mixing pleasure and pain. He’s too big, but there’s something satisfying about the uncustomary stretch and how my ass stings from his unexpected punishment.

“Permission?” I pant.

“The bedroom’s like the fucking kitchen with me, Stace. You’ll do what I tell you when I tell you. You got that? Although every now and again, I’m also willing to take orders.”

I don’t know if I speak or nod. I don’t know anything. But I feel everything, overwhelmed by mind-numbing bliss, as my nails claw into his steel-hard back muscles, and he holds me by the hips, bouncing me up and down on his massive dick. Every time he draws in and out, his thick tip hits my G-spot perfectly until I see stars.

The bossy chef growls out a warning. “Don’t you fucking do it until I give you permission.”

“Jerry…I can’t…I can’t…” My high-pitched scream pierces the office, and he slams into me at a punishing pace, leaving me so breathless I feel like I’m hyperventilating. He smacks my ass again, wresting another cry out of me before exploding into me. His throaty scream fills the office’s cramped space as he continues pumping into me, his movements clumsy and erratic with his orgasm.