I leaned into her ear, lightly touching it with my lips. Biting her lobe between my teeth, snarling, “I’m going to make you beg to come, Cariño. And then I’m going to make you beg for my cock.”

  My dick throbbed and my balls ached, but I wanted nothing more than to fuck with her.

  It was simply the way I was made.

  She drew in a rigid breath against my lips as soon as I spanked her ass. Hard. Leaving a red handprint on her creamy white skin, causing her to stick her ass out further at the angle I wanted.

  “You’ve been a very bad girl, Lexi… what would Santa say?”

  Not faltering, she snapped, “To go fuc—”

  I spanked her…

  Over and over and over again.

  “I’m sorry, what was that? To go what?”

  She glared at me, and I spanked until my hand felt raw and her ass was bright fucking red.

  I spanked her until she begged me to stop, and only then I tugged off a thick candy cane from the Christmas tree. Tearing the wrapper off with my teeth, I shoved it into her cunt. Aiming right for her g-spot.

  She gasped, making my cock jolt from the sound of her heady breath.

  “What were you saying, Cariño? Huh? You want me to go what?” I fucked her with the candy cane, her knees buckled, her eyes closed, and the scent of her arousal and peppermint surrounded us like it was part of the goddamn air.

  “Ah…” Her body quivered, pulling at the ties that were still knotted around her wrists. “You’re not playing fair.”

  “Do you think I give a fuck?”

  She was coming apart at the seams. Goose bumps claimed every inch of her skin, yearning to come.

  So. Goddamn. Hard.

  “What do you say?” I coaxed. “You want to come for me?”

  She enticed my lips to touch hers. “I want to come for you.”

  A hot blaze soared through my core, dragging me right to Hell.

  Lexi’s mouth opened as I intensified my grip on her hair. Her pussy was fucking wetter, only betraying her torn stare. Always so adamant on searching for my soul, never surrendering to the fact that I didn’t have one.

  She would forever be the forbidden fruit I wanted to fuck.

  Purposely provoking me, but this was a power struggle I never lost. Her body was mine to do what I pleased with, and I’d prove that to her till the end of time.

  “Te amo, Lexi Martinez. I love the hell out of you.”

  And that was enough to make her come. Her chest heaved, and her pussy surrendered.

  She wanted me to kiss her.

  She wanted me to touch her.

  She wanted me to fuck her.

  I didn’t.

  The second I made her come, she let go of my phone she still had tight in her grasp. I caught it before it hit the ground, pulling out the candy cane and letting her go at the same time. Causing her to hiss at the sudden loss of my dominating stature.

  My stare instantly caught her dark, dilated eyes, fighting the urge to give her what she wanted.

  I smiled, big and wide. My intoxicating glare mirroring hers as she watched me back away. Bringing the candy cane up to my mouth, biting it, all while hitting send on my phone.

  I savored the taste of her salty sweetness mixed with peppermint on my tongue for a few seconds before spewing, “Fuck me, huh, Cariño? No, I’d much rather fuck you. Merry Christmas, Lexi.” Throwing the half-eaten stick at her feet, I grinned, cocking an eyebrow. Repeating the same words I didn’t allow her to finish from before, “Now you can go fuck yourself like I just did.”

  I abruptly turned around and left her there. Expecting her to find me and give me a piece of mind once she caught her bearings.

  Little did Lexi know, my guards were already in pursuit. Adriana needed protection. I hit send on my phone.

  “Leo, it’s time.”

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  —Skyler—

  “Cutie, you gotta be fuckin’ wit’ me,” Noah let out, standing in front of our floor-to-ceiling mirror in our bedroom. Holding up a heap of red velvet to his shirtless, tatted body. Cocking his head to the side, he peered at me through the mirror with no trace of amusement in his deep-set blue eyes. I bit my lower lip so I wouldn’t fall into a fit of giggles on our bed.

  With the most believable serious expression I could muster up, I cleared my throat and replied, “Oh come on, it’s for the kids, and it’s not that bad. I even called in a few favors to have the finest, most authentic Santa suit delivered, so you could be the best Santa you could be.” Beaming, I gave him one hell of a sexy smirk.

  The expression that made his cock hard, because let’s face it… I’d have to bring out the big guns for Noah to agree to be the jolly old fat man tonight at the club’s annual Christmas party.

  And by big guns, I mean…

  Sex.

  “Without even talkin’ to me ‘bout it first?”

  “See, what happened was, Creed—”

  “Creed? You couldn’t get him to dress up as Santa even if his old lady promised to suck his cock every night for the next year.”

  “Right…” I warily nodded. “Which is why he said you would do it.”

  “Fuckin’ Creed!” He turned and tossed the suit onto the bed, before walking into the closet, saying something about his older brother being a cocksucker.

  I couldn’t help it, I busted out laughing.

  “Oh.” Noah reappeared, pulling a white t-shirt over his head. “So ya think this is funny, do ya?”

  Straightening up, I once again cleared my throat. “No.” Shaking my head. “I’m not laughing at you, babe. I’m laughing with you.”

  “I’m not fuckin’ laughin’, Skyler.”

  I choked back another giggle. “I’m laughing for both of us. You may not think this is funny right now, but it’s one of those situations you will look back on later and think it was hilarious.”

  “Hilarious my ass. What I do find fuckin’ funny is the fact”—he pointed a stiff finger at the suit lying beside me—

  “you think I’m actually gonna wear that.”

  “Noah Jameson!” I chastised, getting off the bed. Stomping my foot to get my point across. “It’s for the kids!”

  “Hate to break it to ya, baby, but the kids know Santa’s not real.”

  “Maybe the older kids, but the younger ones definitely still believe in Santa. Including, our son who’s only two-years-old. Do it for him if not anyone else.”

  He narrowed his eyes at me, contemplating what I’d just said. Knowing it was the truth.

  “Besides, I wouldn’t have to beg you to do this if it weren’t for you scaring the shit out of the Santa I hired last year. He was as authentic as they come.”

  “Is that right? What part of him was authentic, Skyler Jameson? The part where he asked ya to sit on his lap or the part where he wouldn’t stop starin’ at your tits when ya did.”

  “Oh. My. God! How many times do I have to tell you, he was not staring at my tits! He’s Santa! He’s supposed to ask me to sit on his lap and tell him what I want for Christmas! That’s the whole point of him!”

  “Did ya feel his point pokin’ ya in the ass? ’Cuz I sure as shit know what I saw. He’s lucky he got to keep his fuckin’ candy cane, yeah?”

  I frustratingly sighed, trying to maintain the last bit of patience I had for him. After he scared last year’s Santa so bad, I was banned from hiring anyone from the best talent agency in North Carolina. If I hadn’t caught Noah backing him into a corner with his MC brothers surrounding him like it was no big deal, who knows what would have happened to the man dressed like Santa.

  At least Noah was conscious enough to do his dirty work where the kids couldn’t see, or that would’ve been a whole other problem entirely.

  “Fine.” I pouted, showing him my disappointment. “You win. I will go find a last-minute replacement, you Grinch.” Just as I was about to turn and leave, he grabbed my arm and pulled me flush against his solid, muscular chest.

  Huskily rasping, “What do I get outta this if I agree?” into my ear.

  Got him.

  “Hmmm…” I moaned against his cheek, lightly skimming my lips toward his mouth. “The happiness you will feel in your heart, knowing you made all the kids’ night that more special.”

  He licked his lips, baiting me. “Try again, baby.”

  “The happiness it gives me, knowing you made the kids’ night that more special.”

  “How ‘bout the happiness my cock will feel when you’re sittin’ on Santa’s face, and he’s makin’ you come down his white fuckin’ beard?”

  “Hmmm…” I kissed him. “I like that idea.”

  “You’ll love it even more when you’re comin’ down Santa’s pole.”

  “Noah… I didn’t know you had a Santa fetish.”

  “I don’t. I gotta Skyler fetish.”

  “Well, in that case… I guess I could be one of Santa’s little helpers. Do you want me to dress up as Mrs. Claus?”

  “Then you’ll just havta jingle my bells so I can give your pretty face a white fuckin’ Christmas.”

  “Oh, Santa… I thought you’d want to stuff my chimney, seeing as your stocking is so well hung.” I grabbed his cock, and he groaned into my mouth.

  “Santa wants to fill you with his holiday spirit.”

  “I would love—”

  “Uncle Noah!” Harley shouted from what sounded like the kitchen with the door slamming behind her. “I know you’re here ’cuz your other woman is in the driveway!”

  We both instantly broke out of character, laughing.

  “Fuckin’ cockblocker.”

  The heated moment was now over between us, broken by our eleven-year-old niece.

  “Uncle Noah, where are you? It’s an emergency!”

  “You better go, she beckons.”

  He pulled away, eyeing me with a predatory regard. “Cutie, this ain’t over.”

  “I guess you’ll have to wait and see if I ride Santa’s sleigh… After you surprise the kids in that suit, of course.”

  “You ain’t playin’ fair, Skyler.”

  “I never claimed to be on the nice list, Noah.”

  “There you are!” Harley interrupted, causing us to turn around and face her. “Uncle Noah, why do ya look like you’re in pain?”

  “Bad case of holiday blues, kid.”

  I choked back yet another chuckle, mouthing, “Stop.”

  “Yeah, Daddy says he has holiday blues too, but Momma said she was gonna unwrap his package. So I think it will make him feel better to get an early Christmas present. He’s got so many under the tree.”

  “Oh my God.” I shook my head. “You Jamesons are cut from the same cloth.”

  Noah grinned before nodding over to her. “What’s the emergency?”

  Sighing deeply like the world was coming to an end, she gritted out, “Jackson Pierce.”

  “Harley, why can’t you just get along with Aiden’s son?” It was the ongoing question everyone in the family had. They’d known one another since they were born, and yet they couldn’t get along for the life of them.

  “’Cuz he sucks.”

  “Harley Jameson,” Noah reprimanded in a stern tone. “Don’t say sucks.”

  “I wouldn’t havta to say it if he didn’t suck so bad! He pulled my hair and broke my pink crayon in class today! It was the only pink crayon I had left, ’cuz he broke all my other ones too! He sucks balls! Big holiday ones!”

  This kid…

  “He does those things because he likes you,” I repeated for what felt like the hundredth time.

  “Nah uh! I told him you said that, and he tore all my dolls’ heads off! Now I have headless dolls!”

  “Alright,” Noah intervened, knowing exactly what to say. “Wanna go for a ride?”

  She immediately perked up, beaming. “Yes! And I still promise not to tell Momma you let me drive.”

  “Noah!” I smacked his chest.

  “Only on backroads”—tugging me toward him—“Mrs. Claus.” He kissed my lips, whispering low enough for only me to hear, “Expect to sit on Santa’s lap tonight, ’cuz he’s gonna bury his face all up in your mistletoe.”

  “I’ll hold you to that, Santa.”

  And believe me…

  I would.

  —Noah—

  This fucking suit.

  I spent most of the night sweating my balls off. Playing the part while Creed and the brothers threw shade, laughing their asses off at my expense. Little did he know, Santa left Harley a generous present under his tree. It’s the gift that keeps on giving. A full drum set with all the bells and whistles with a note that read “Make sure to play this early every mornin’.”

  Who’s gonna be laughin’ now, motherfucka’.

  All the while I couldn’t stop thinkin’ ’bout Skyler’s tight, wet pussy coming down my cock. Willing my dirty mind to keep busy by interacting with a shitload of kids who were so fucking happy Santa Claus showed up. Taking turns, telling me what they wanted for Christmas.

  When it was Harley’s turn, she jumped into my lap and with a huge smirk on her face, she blurted, “Can you give my daddy some new balls? He is so sad about his blue holiday ones. Maybe some red ones to get him in the Christmas spirit?”

  Everyone busted out laughing, including me. The shit that would come out of Harley’s mouth proved she was the spitting image of both of her parents. Their smartass mouths and personalities. But she was more Jameson than Ryder, that was for damn sure.

  By the end of the night I was getting restless, checking the time every few minutes. Anxiously waiting for the night to end with my dick in Skyler’s ass. Failing miserably at distracting myself from my throbbing cock, aching to be freed from these hot fucking Santa pants. It wouldn’t be much longer now. The party was winding down, the kids were all tucked into their beds at the clubhouse, and brothers were taking their old ladies home to do exactly what I wanted…

  No, desperately needed to do to Skyler.

  It wasn’t until I walked out of the bathroom of our private suite, adjusting my cock, that I found her leaning against the door wearing her version of a Mrs. Claus outfit. My greedy glare went from her Santa hat, to the thin red v-shaped velvet sash that hung around her neck. Descending down over her hard nipples, to the sides of her toned stomach, toward her bare pussy. Showing every inch of her creamy white skin, leaving very little to the imagination. She was wearing red thigh-high stockings that covered her luscious, perfect fucking legs with fuck me heels to finish off her Mrs. Claus getup.

  Making my cock twitch at the goddamn sight of her.

  “Is that a candy cane in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

  “I don’t know, cutie. Why don’t ya get on your knees and come find out, so you can empty Santa’s sack?”

  “But…” she played coy, sucking the peppermint stick she had in her hand into her mouth as if it were my cock. “It’s not Christmas yet.”

  “Baby, unlike Santa, I for damn sure come more than once a year.”

  She giggled, twirling a strand of her long brown hair, and it was still the sweetest fucking sound I’d ever heard. Skyler knew exactly the role she wanted to play in this perverted Christmas fantasy.

  “Then that would put me on the very naughty girl list.”

  “I can get ya off… the list, that is.”

  “Oh, but, Santa, I think I might need a spanking before you get me off… the list, that is. I ate all your milk and cookies.”

  “Then I’ll just havta eat them outta ya.”

  “But what would the elves say?”

  “To put my sleigh”—in three long strides, I was standing in front of her. Pressing her against the bedroom door, caging her in with my arms resting beside her head—“in your ass.”

  The little minx didn’t bat an eye. If anything, she taunted me with her long lashes, perky tits, and pouty cock sucking lips.

  “I want my chestnuts roasting over your warm mouth,” I murmured against her ear, biting it between my teeth. “You like my nuts, don’tcha, cutie?” Kissing down the side of her neck, I moved my fingers onto her bare inner thigh, making her moan in approval. My fingers skimming higher and higher up her long, silky skin.

  She sucked in a breath of air, anticipating my next move as I continued my gentle torture for a few more seconds. Inching closer and closer to where she wanted me to touch her the most.

  “Be careful, Santa, or Mrs. Claus may come down your chimney.”

  I grinned, purposely trailing my calloused fingers down the slit of her pussy. Not once moving the velvety sash aside. “I prefer to give rather than receive. After all, I am Santa, I’m used to goin’ all night.” Lightly brushing my fingertips further down her slit, I slowly slid them into her opening. “Feels like Mrs. Claus is havin’ a very wet Christmas, yeah?”

  “Ah…” Her head fell back against the door, and her lips were now inches away from mine. “Please… make Mrs. Claus come.”

  I groaned, going right for her g-spot. Her breathing elevated and her eyes dilated, staring deep into mine. I fucked her hard and fast, not giving her any time to get used to the feeling of my fingers fucking her relentlessly. Her body angled perfectly beneath mine, melting against me.

  “Tell me, baby… who do you come for?”

  “Santa.”

  Before the word even left her mouth, I pulled out and slapped her pussy.

  Hard.

  She shuddered, her legs almost giving out on her.

  “Try again,” I ordered, once again pushing my fingers deeper into her sweet spot.

  She panted, “Right there.” Trying to glide her tongue into my mouth, but I jerked back, not allowing her the satisfaction.

 

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