68. Alice

ALICE

M ichael lurches forward, capturing my face in his hands.

“You never have to say please for that, Mrs. Claus. You can put my dick in your mouth anytime you want.”

Mrs. Claus shouldn’t sound so hot, but after role-playing earlier, calling him Santa, the nickname hits me right in the chest.

Michael closes his mouth over mine.

We both open. Our tongues tasting the same. Like wine and lust and love.

I reach for him.

Cling to him.

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me against him.

My legs go on either side of his hips.

It’s the same position we were in this morning, but the weightlessness of being in water means that I’m floating above his lap.

Michael utilizes this and moves his hand into the gap between us.

Blunt fingers slide between my folds.

Michael groans, finding me wet.

Then he pushes one of his fingers inside me, and my groan matches his.

My head swims.

Heat swirls around inside me.

And I rock my hips, fucking myself against his hand.

His lips never leave mine as he consumes my sounds.

Then something presses against my clit.

I think it’s his thumb at first, then I realize it’s bigger.

Much bigger.

I pull my head back and suck in a breath.

Michael has both hands between us. One with fingers buried inside me. The other gripping his cock and rubbing the head against my clit.

“Feel good?” he asks against my neck.

I moan and nod. “So, so good, Mr. Claus.”

Teeth scrape against my skin. “Say that again.”

“You feel so good, Mr. Claus.” I dig my fingers into his shoulders, holding myself close, and I lean into the feeling of his cock against my clit.

“My Mrs.” He increases the speed of his fingers moving in and out of me. “My pretty little Mrs. Claus getting herself off on the big man’s lap.”

His fingers twist inside me, and his cock presses into my clit just right. And my orgasm hits me like a snowball to the face.

I arch my back, my cry decorating the trees around us.

My body clenches.

My pussy squeezes his fingers.

And my heart triples in size.

“Mr. Claus,” I pant. “I love you so much.”

“Show me,” Michael growls.

He pulls his hands free of my body and stands, stepping onto the footrest so his cock is just above the surface of the water.

His hands tangle in my hair. “Show me how much you love me.”