Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
It started just here and there. On her twenty-first birthday, or when she moved to a new apartment. I’ve always stayed in the background, never getting to touch her, never getting to taste her.
Am I disgustingly aware that I’ve been stalking this woman? Yes.
Am I aware of how fucking wrong and unhinged it is? Also yes.
Do I give a single fuck? No.
But all that changes this Christmas because Mila didn’t just wish for my return this year. She wished for something I’ve been desperate to give her for years, and there’s nothing that’ll stop me now.
I sit back in my chair, my feet kicked up on the huge mahogany desk in the office that used to be my father’s. There’s three hours before I’m due to set off for the biggest night of the year, and yet I’m holed up in my office, rock-fucking-hard, and clutching the printout of Mila’s wishes.
I can’t help but gaze over it one more time, each of her filthy requests written out with checkboxes that desperately need to be ticked off.
I wish to be dicked down so hard that my knees will shake for weeks after.
I wish to be thrown around, flipped over like a pancake and railed within an inch of my life.
I wish to be dragged down my bed only to feel a warm mouth close over my clit and scream as he works me with his skilled tongue.
I wish to make him come apart in my mouth.
I wish to come alive, to feel things I’ve never felt before, and to be screwed so good that nothing will ever compare.
Dicked down so hard that her knees shake? Fuck yes. I am more than happy to do that for her. But what I really can’t wait for is to watch as her lips close around my cock, the way her tongue would work up and down my length, how tears would form in her pretty eyes as she forces herself past her gag-reflex to give it to me just right. But fuck, the way I’m going to fall apart in her mouth.
It’s as though she’s wanted this as much as I have. But that would be selfish, right? I don’t just want this for me, I want this for her. She clearly needs it, and who am I to deny a Christmas wish? I’m Santa Claus for fuck’s sake. It’s literally my job to give her what she wants. And tonight, that’s exactly what I’ll do.
I hope she’s ready for me.
My cock becomes painful, and I can’t help but reach beneath my desk and slide my hand inside my pants, fisting my hard length. My gaze remains locked on the words of Mila’s wishes as I slowly begin working myself, my fist pumping up and down. I picture the way I will finally taste her, how I would spread those creamy thighs and close my mouth over her desperate cunt.
Fuck, the way she will squirm for me. The way she will arch her back off her bed and cry for more. She’s going to be perfect.
My fist tightens, and I work myself faster and harder, my thumb roaming over my tip and making my hips jolt with desperation.
Fuck, that’s good. I need so much more.
I need her warm cunt to slide into. I need to fucking destroy her for anybody else. Take her as deep as she’ll allow. Fuck her all night long. Hard. Fast. Deep. In every fucking position known to man. I want to make her sweat, but most of all, I need to make her scream.
Goddamn, I’m going to fall apart just thinking about it.
My pace kicks up, and knowing I’m about to be called to get tonight’s show on the road soon, I make it quick. I fuck my hand, knowing this has got nothing on how sweet it would be to feel Mila’s walls spasming around me, but I don’t let up until I finally come, shooting my hot load into my hand. After all, I can’t mess up the red suit.
My body jolts as I finish emptying myself, my jaw clenching as the satisfaction rockets through my body. But the relief only lasts a moment. I’ve been wanting this for too long for the need to dissipate. No amount of jerking off has ever done the trick. The only thing that ever brings relief is her, and until now, I’ve never laid a finger on her. But that’s about to change.
Cleaning myself up, I fix my pants and get up from my desk, grabbing my red suit jacket off the back of my chair. Mila’s list of Christmas wishes crumples as I shove it into my pocket, and just as I pull my jacket around me and button up the famous red suit, a knock sounds at my door.