57. Michael

MICHAEL

A lice tips her head back as she moans around another mouthful of pancake, and I can’t fucking take it anymore.

My dick has been half-hard since she walked into the kitchen in that slutty little dress. And it’s been fully hard since she took her first bite.

“It’s so good,” she breathes.

And seriously, I can’t wait anymore.

I never was one for delayed gratification.

Reaching behind myself, I undo the tie of my apron, then pull the fabric up over my head.

Alice finally lifts her gaze from her plate to look at me. “What are?—”

I grip my cock through the thin layer of cotton as I plant my feet on the floor and push my chair back from the table. “Come here.”

Her mouth drops partially open. Her eyes on my hand as I stroke myself through the fabric. And I can see the change, the hitch in her breathing, the lowering of her eyelids.

In the blink of an eye, she goes from focused on food to a horny little vixen.

“Such a responsive girl.” I pull the top band of my boxer briefs down, letting just the head of my cock stick out.

“Michael,” she whispers, shifting in her seat.

My eyes lower to her tits, and her nipples are straining against the fabric in a way they weren’t just a moment ago. “Two seconds of watching, and your body is already priming itself for me.”

Her lips move, but this time no sound comes out.

“Now come over here, Baby Cakes.” I lift my hips and shove my boxer briefs down until my whole length is exposed. “And sit on Santa’s dick.”

Alice’s fork clatters against her plate as she stands.

I lift my free hand to halt her. “Bring the sauce.”

Her eyes are wide, but she doesn’t argue.

Alice slides the mini carafe half-full of chocolate sauce across the table so it’s next to my plate.

“Good girl.” I praise her, then I pat my lap.

She takes two steps toward me, then pauses.

I narrow my eyes, but before I can question her, Alice reaches up under her skirt.

Keeping her eyes on me, she slides her panties down her legs, letting them pool around her ankles.

She steps out of them, and my heart jumps in reply.

Perfection.

Another step, and she’s within reach.

I grip her hips and pull her in until she’s standing next to my chair, her green eyes shining as they gaze into mine.

“Is it my turn to sit here, Mr. Santa?” Alice bats her lashes.

My dick bobs in reply.

I’ve never role-played before.

Never once thought of it.

But fuck me, I’m into it.

I tighten my fingers on her hips. “Climb on, Sweetie, and tell me if you’ve been good.”

Alice reaches down and grips my cock.

My eyes start to close at her touch, but I force them back open.

I’m not missing a second of this.

“That’s the thing,” Alice whispers as she lifts her leg over my lap, “I don’t think I’ve been very good.” She points my dick at her entrance, balancing herself with her other hand on my shoulder.

My lungs struggle to fill. “What have you been, Little Alice?”

Her mouth pulls up on one side in a devious smile. “I’ve been bad. Very bad.”

Then she drops down, and my cock is swallowed by her heat.

“Fuck.” I half groan, half shout as her bare ass connects with my thighs, her pussy surrounding every inch of my dick.

The sneaky look that had been on her face is replaced by one of shocked ecstasy.

She impaled herself on my dick, and now she’s reaping the consequences.

I dig my fingers into her sides, holding her where she is, keeping her snug on my lap, as her muscles flutter around me.

“So bad,” I groan.

She nods. “So, so bad.”

The morning sun is streaming in through the window behind me, illuminating her like some sort of magical winter sprite.

Her golden hair is practically glowing, and I let go of her hip and pull her hair free from the bun she’d tied it up in.

The messy curls drop around her shoulders, and I flex my hips, forcing my cock just a bit deeper.

“You know what happens to bad girls?” I growl.

Alice shakes her head, her curls bouncing with the motion.

“They have to do as they’re told.” I stretch my arm out and hook the handle for the sauce. “And I’m telling you to sit very still.”

My voice is scratchier than normal. Rough. And I know this is going to be as torturous for me as it will be for her.

Alice grips my shoulders. “I’ll try my best.”

But even as she says it, her pussy contracts around me.

I click my tongue. “So naughty.” Then I yank down the front of her dress.