Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Adriana Kraft
Word Count :21674
Publication Date :2010-08-04
Series : #
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- Product Code: 978-1-55487-198-8
Joy Danser has believed in Santa since childhood—now Nick Polaris shows her Santa can deliver an adult package beyond her wildest dreams!
Assistant Mall Manager Joy Danser thrives on authenticity. All her mall Santas must have real beards so children can believe. But even she is unprepared for the very real Santa who visits her bed invisibly this Christmas season. Is she dreaming, or has she gone mad? Joy consults Sophia Nardiz, manager of the Magical Gypsy shop at her mall. Sophia reads her palm and gives her a cryptic message: she is at a crossroads, and she must trust her intuition. Owner of the Magical Gypsy chain and a true Gypsy himself, Nick Polaris is thrilled to play Joy’s Santa, in the mall and in her bed, but he knows it’s only a lark. For true love, he’ll need someone with Gypsy blood. How can he ever abandon the Scottish redhead he enjoys so much?
"Take me deeper, babe!"
On her hands and knees between her boyfriend’s legs, Joy Danser worked her jaw muscles until her mouth and throat surrounded his entire cock.
"Better," Ted Meeks groaned. He lay spread eagled beneath her on their bed. "Smooth and steady. Let’s see how long you can manage."
Joy wanted to snicker. Even after two years of living together, his need to make sex a challenge annoyed her. She’d outlast Ted. She always did. Relaxing her muscles, she bobbed slowly up and down his shaft. It would only take a sudden shift in pace or a deft twist of the hand around the base of his cock and he’d be spurting down her throat in a flash. Or if she squeezed his balls just right. Or, a surefire way of making him come would be slipping her middle finger in his ass. She could win this challenge whenever she chose to.
She suctioned slowly up his shaft until she only held its fleshy crown in her mouth. Ted’s hands curled around her shoulders as if he feared she might leave him. Chuckling around his cock she drifted back down its length until her lips again smacked against his loins.
Inching her way back up, she felt his hand slip between her legs and begin to palm her pussy. She blinked her eyes open wildly. All ten of Ted’s fingernails dug into her shoulders. What the hell? Who the hell? She started to rear up.
A large hand pressed against her back. "Easy, Danser. It’s just me, Santa. You wanted to believe," a deep male voice chortled. "So, here I am."
The words reverberated in her head. They hadn’t been spoken aloud. She was sure of that. Santa! Damn, her job had finally gotten to her. She was going crazy. She swore she felt soft whiskers caressing her lower back and then her rump. She supervised the eight temporary Santas at the mall as part of her assistant manager position. Yes, she’d been envious of how easily the boys and girls believed and marveled when the Santas went out of their way to listen to them and please them. She’d only hired the best. Each had to have an authentic beard. It could be dyed white, but it had to be real.
"My beard is authentic. You must feel that. Mustache, too."
"Oh my. You can read my thoughts." His lips and mustache traced the contour of her rump. She didn’t balk when he grazed the insides of her thighs. She shifted her knees further apart.
"That’s right. Open for me. You may want to remember Ted now and then, or even he may begin to wonder what’s happening to you."
Ted! Joy hurriedly moved up and down her boyfriend’s shaft before slowing her pace, trying to collect her wits while remaining keenly aware of the hands and lips on her butt.
"Good," came the voice in her head. "Wouldn’t want to explain to him what you’re really doing--playing with Santa." A tongue slid along the crevice of her butt cheeks. "Have you ever played with two cocks before?"