Santa’s Pretty Helper (Cam Show Crush)

14. Gabe

Fourteen

Gabe

A light snow is falling outside, creating the perfect Christmas scene. It’s the morning of December 24th, and I’m snuggled up on the couch with Bella. She’s wearing a fuzzy white robe and knee-high socks, and nothing else. We’re drinking coffee with a sprinkle of cinnamon, and the small Christmas tree in my apartment is glowing softly by the window.

The world feels quiet. Hushed in a way that only seems to happen around the holidays.

It’s been a month since the night Bella showed up at my apartment wearing nothing but her coat and that sexy as hell satin teddy. A month since she confessed her feelings for me, and gave me the biggest gift I’ve ever received in my life. A month of seemingly endless sex, with whispered conversations in the middle of the night about the future—plans for the restaurant I want to open, what she wants to do after graduation, marriage and babies—and sleepy, orgasm filled mornings. A month of exploring every single inch of her body, learning her like a favorite recipe.

We haven’t told anyone about our relationship yet. We’ve kept it to ourselves, cocooned away in our own little world of dirty sex and sweetness. I cook for her while she studies on the couch. I drive her to campus when the weather’s bad. She doesn’t officially live here, but there’s hardly a day that goes by that she isn’t at my place. Come spring, when her lease is up, she’s going to move in here with me.

And then there’s the other development in our relationship. The one involving my camming.

Because I don’t perform solo anymore on the OnlySantas site. I’ve rebranded my profile to a couples one, and now Bella joins me. If I’m Nicholas Saint, depraved chef Santa, she’s Santa’s prettiest little helper. We don’t fuck on camera—that’s just for us—but we do lots of other fun things. Some fans are disappointed that I’m not performing alone anymore, but we’ve found lots of new ones to make up for it. In fact, we’ve made so much money that I’m going to be able to pay Bella’s tuition next semester and put a deposit on a space I intend to use for my new restaurant.

So if we don’t fuck, what do we do?

The first time we performed together, I had her wear her satin bow teddy again, and I showed her off to everyone, slowly unwrapping her. I played with her breasts, her nipples, and then held her in my lap with her legs apart, her beautiful pink pussy on full display. I talked dirty while splaying her lips apart with my fingers, showing off my gift. Letting everyone see her cute little clit, her pink lips, her tiny, dripping hole. I slowly fingered her to orgasm before getting my cock out. On camera, I taught her how to suck me. How to help me unload my heavy sack. (And yes, I almost laughed while saying that, but hey, it’s Christmas and a theme is a theme).

God, her mouth. I’m getting hard right now just thinking about it. So lush and warm, and a little clumsy in a way that showcased her innocence. I praised her and fucked her face a little before coming all over her perfect tits.

After that, it was like I’d unleashed a monster. Now, we play together for the camera a couple of times a week, and it’s always filthy and fun.

I use toys on her—vibrators and clit suckers—to make her come over and over again. I fuck her slit and then come all over her tiny asshole, rubbing my come into her untouched hole. She sucks my cock while I chat with our fans, keeping me warm in her mouth. I dress her up in all kinds of slutty, festive outfits only to peel her out of them and play with her.

It’s perfect. Together, we’re perfect. She’s my favorite person on the planet, and I fall a little more in love with her every single day. And yeah, the sex is amazing, but it’s more than that. It’s the quiet moments where we talk about our days, our hopes, our dreams. The enthusiasm with which we support each other. It’s curling up on the couch with her in our pajamas and a bowl of popcorn while we watch Home Alone or Elf .

It’s as though everything was gray before, and now that I have Bella, I see the world not just in color, but in vivid, sparkling hues I didn’t even know existed.

“Are you ready for Christmas Eve?” she asks, bringing me back to the present moment. Her fingers are curled around her coffee cup, and I can’t stop thinking about how bare her little ring finger looks. I need to put a ring on it. Soon. Like, before the end of the week.

“I think so,” I say, taking a sip of my coffee. We’re headed to her parents’ house for the day. “Are you sure you don’t want to tell them today?”

She shakes her head. “No. It’s Christmas. I don’t want any negativity or stress or anything like that. I just want to enjoy the day. We’ll tell them in January.”

I nod. I’d rather tell them sooner, but they’re her family, so it’s her call. She’s worried they’re going to be unhappy about the age difference and how quickly we’re moving, and it’s true—they might be. But that doesn’t mean I’m going anywhere. I don’t think I pack of rabid reindeer could drag me away from her.

“I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands to myself,” I say, nodding down at where my arm is tucked around her waist, my hand resting possessively on her thigh. I slide it a bit higher, gathering the fabric of her robe with me as I go. “It’s going to be a long afternoon, not being able to kiss you, touch you, tell the entire world that you’re mine. That I love you more than life itself.”

She sighs and lets her legs fall open as my hand slides up her inner thigh. I can already feel the heat of her wet pussy, and my balls throb in response.

“How am I supposed to go a whole afternoon without playing with my favorite toy?” I ask, sliding my fingers up and down her slit.

“Maybe we can…mmm, yes…we can sneak off.”

“You think you can stay nice and quiet for me, sweetheart?” I murmur, petting her pussy in long, slow strokes.

She bites her lip and nods. “I can try.”

“Maybe you’ll be opening presents with my come running down your thighs.”

“Mmm,” she moans again. “Sounds delightful.”

I slide a finger inside her and rest my thumb on her clit, then take a sip of my coffee. She clenches around me and then whimpers impatiently.

“Does your needy little pussy want to be filled up with something bigger?” I ask, and she nods, her cheeks pink. Her robe falls all the way open, exposing her breasts, which are covered in love bites right now. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of marking my girl. “Why don’t you come keep my cock warm while we finish our coffee, sweetheart?”

Her face lights up and she nods eagerly, shucking her robe and climbing into my lap. She makes quick work of opening my robe, and I fist my hard cock, holding it up for her. With her hands bracing on my shoulders, she slowly sinks down onto me, enveloping me in that velvety heat I’m beyond addicted to. My balls throb as she sinks all the way down, not stopping until I’m nestled deep inside her. I pick up her robe and drape it over her shoulders, and then hand her her discarded coffee cup.

“Here, sweetheart. Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so good at keeping me warm with your tight cunt, Bella. Such a special good girl for me.”

I flex my cock inside her, and she sighs while wiggling against me. Her pussy flutters around me and I groan softly. “This is where I belong,” I whisper, dragging my nose over her soft cheek. “Deep inside your perfect pussy.”

Her bright green eyes meet mine, and I don’t have words to describe the feeling that charges through me. It’s love and lust and possession and happiness all wrapped into one. No matter what happens with the restaurant I plan to open, I already feel as though I have everything because I have her. Bella. My sweet girl.

I lean forward and kiss her, slow and deep while she holds still in my lap. It’s the best kind of torture for both of us as we fight to stay still. I suck gently on her tongue, savoring the way she tastes like coffee and cinnamon. She moans, rocking slightly in my lap, kissing me eagerly.

She’s always eager, my girl. Eager and horny for me, and I fucking love it.

She smiles against my lips, moaning as I flex inside her again. “I love being your little plaything,” she says. “I love you Gabe, and everything we do. It’s so perfect I don’t even have words to describe it.”

I slide my hand up to one of her breasts while taking a sip of my coffee. I brush my thumb over her peaked nipple, doing it again and again when I feel her get wetter around me. I tug gently on that nipple, and she gasps, arching her back toward me. She grinds against me, and I feel moisture from her dripping down onto my balls.

“Drink your coffee, sweetheart.”

Her cheeks are pink as she lifts it to her lips and takes a big sip.

“That’s a good girl. If you can keep my cock warm for the next ten minutes, I’ll give you a reward.”

I feel her clench around me at that, and I chuckle, taking another sip of coffee.

“What?” she asks, pupils blown, nipples hard points against my chest. Her pussy is dripping all over me.

“How about I give you those kisses you love on your pretty little asshole while I pet your pussy?”

She’s practically gushing around me now, and it’s taking everything I have not to grip her hips and fuck her.

She nods, blinking at me with a hint of shyness. It probably makes me a sick fuck, but I love how innocent she is. I love that I get to be the one to explore with her, teach her. I love that no one else knows what she tastes like, what she feels like. Only me.

She gulps down her coffee and then snuggles into me, hips slowly shifting from side to side. I give her ass a little smack.

“Be still, sweet girl. You’ll get your reward, but only if you’re still.”

“Okay, I’ll be good,” she says, nuzzling her face into my neck, her breath fanning over my skin. And even though she’s holding still, I can still feel her pussy fluttering around me. I can feel her clit throbbing where it’s pressed against me.

I finish my coffee and trace my fingers up and down her spine beneath the robe draped over her shoulders. With every pass, I dip my fingers a bit lower, edging closer and closer to the crease of her ass.

“You know,” I murmur, teasing between her round cheeks. “Now that Christmas is almost over, we may need a new nickname for you if you want to keep camming with me. You’ve been such a good Santa’s Pretty Helper.”

“Maybe I could just be Daddy’s Good Girl,” she whispers, her voice shaking because of how turned on she is. Something sears through me at the mention of the word Daddy, and my cock jumps inside her.

“I like the sound of that.” I tap gently against her little asshole. “Assuming you want to keep camming with me.”

She nods quickly. “I do. I definitely do.”

“I love showing off your pussy to the camera,” I say, my hips flexing against my will. Christ, I’m not going to last much longer.

“I love it too,” she moans, and I haul her off me.

“On your knees, sweetheart. Clean up the mess you made all over me and then you can have your reward.”

She scrambles to obey, dropping to her knees in front of the couch. I spread my legs wide, my cock hard and glistening with her. She takes me in her hand and starts licking me all over.

“Fuck,” I breathe, weaving a hand into her hair. “Your little tongue feels so good, sweetheart. That’s it. Clean me up. How does your pussy taste?”

“Good,” she says, then swirls her tongue around the head of my cock. “Sweet and a bit citrusy.” She keeps licking me all over, bathing me with her tongue.

“Don’t forget my balls,” I say, giving her hair a gentle tug. “You dripped all over those, too.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says, and I almost lose it, right then and there. Her tongue swirls over my balls as she licks and kisses them, making me feel worshipped.

“Good girl,” I murmur. “You did a good job cleaning up Daddy’s cock. I’m going to fuck your mouth now and come down your throat, and then I’ll give you your reward.”

She moans and eagerly sucks my cock into her mouth. My hand tightens in her hair as I start to use her mouth, working her up and down my cock.

“Relax your throat, sweet girl. Let me in. Breathe through your nose and relax.” She does as she’s told and I’m able to slide in deeper. I don’t think I’ll ever get in all the way—I’m too big and her mouth is too small. But she’s taking more of me than she ever has before right now, and it feels so good that I’m not able to hold my orgasm back. “Fuck, Bella,” I groan, fucking in and out of her sweet mouth, pleasure pounding down my spine and tightening my balls. “Your mouth is perfect. You’re such a good girl for me, letting me use your mouth to make my cock feel good. Such a good fucking girl. Gonna come. Swallow every drop, sweet girl. It’s all for you.”

My orgasm slams into me and I groan loudly, shooting a rope of come into her mouth. She sucks and swallows eagerly, moaning around me. I spurt again, and again, and it feels so good that nothing else exists for me in that moment. It’s just me and Bella and her perfect mouth, her little mews and moans as she swallows down my come.

I haul her into my lap and kiss her deeply, tasting myself on her tongue. “Nothing feels as good as being with you, Bella,” I whisper against her hips.

“The feeling is mutual,” she answers with a little giggle, and I kiss her again before tossing her onto the couch beside me.

“Hands and knees, ass in the air,” I say. I’m bossing her around, but I keep my tone gentle. “Time for your reward for being such a good girl.”

She flips onto her hands and knees, pressing her cheek into the couch cushions while lifting her cute ass into the air. I kneel behind her and caress her ass cheeks, filling my palms with them, kneading them. She moans softly as I kiss each cheek before spreading them apart, and I lick up her crack.

“Oh god,” she whimpers, squirming already. Leaning in, I start kissing all around her cute little hole, licking and sucking gently. “Oh, Gabe. Oh my god.”

I pull her cheeks farther apart and gently lick her asshole, over and over again, sucking gently after each lick. I tease my tongue around her hole, watching her relax and open up for me.

“Hold yourself open for me, sweetheart,” I say, and she does, holding her cheeks apart for me. I keep licking and sucking, slow and gentle as my fingers find their way between her legs and to her wet, swollen pussy. I groan when I feel how wet she is, my fingers sliding over her. I start to pet her in long, slow strokes that match the rhythm of what my tongue’s doing to her ass.

“This is mine,” I say, gently pinching her swollen clit and making her squeal. I slip a finger inside her and curl it. “This is mine.” I lick her ass again before thrusting the tip of my tongue inside. “This is mine.” I start to slowly fuck her ass with my tongue while keeping up my slow, petting strokes over her pussy. I can feel her thighs shaking.

“I love the way your body opens for me, Bella. You’re like a beautiful flower in bloom,” I say, pulling back slightly to stare at her asshole. It’s slightly open now, relaxed, and I dive back in, licking and sucking just like I’d do to her pussy. I can feel her clit throbbing against my fingers as I stroke her, as I rub my palm over her. “My pretty little toy.”

My words seem to send her over the edge and she comes, hard. I can feel both her pussy and her ass spasm against my mouth and hand, and I groan as she comes for me.

She flops down onto the couch, completely spent, and I give her ass a playful smack. She giggles and rolls over, and I pull her into my lap. She cuddles into me instantly and I kiss her softly.

“I will never get tired of making you come,” I say, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. “I’ll be a decrepit old man and I’ll be chasing you around with my cane at my side, begging for a taste of your pussy. I might play with you, telling you you’re my toy, telling you that your pussy is mine, but the truth is that you own me, fully and completely.”

Her pretty green eyes are soft and warm. “Gabe,” she says quietly, her fingers on my cheek. “I love you so much. I love the way you fuck me, and I love the way you take care of me. And more than that, I love you for who you are. Your passion and your dedication to your job, your loyalty, your intelligence. You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted.”

“And I’m the only man you’re going to have.” I heave a breath and the words spill out of my mouth. “Bella, I know this is soon, but can I take you ring shopping?”

“Ring shopping?” she asks, her mouth forming a perfect O. “Like, you mean for a—“

“An engagement ring. Yes.”

“When?”

“How does the 26th work for you?”

She laughs, happiness and incredulity in her eyes. “I must be dreaming.”

“You’re not. I’m serious, Bella. I’m all in. I’m madly in love with you and want to spend forever with you. I’m never letting you go.”

“Well, then, I guess you’d better buy me a ring.”