Loved by Santa by Mercy Faulk

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Sarah has enjoyed a special relationship with Santa Claus since she was little. Now that she's an adult, she wants more...and more and more and more. Not only does she want the surprisingly sexy Santa to bareback her on Christmas Eve, she wants him to impregnate her. But her deepest fantasies may change her life in ways she doesn't expect.

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He was frozen with shock so I took the opportunity to reach a hand out and finger the soft fur trim of his coat. "I'm wearing something with this same trim," I murmured as I leaned into him, pressing the full length of my body against his. I could feel his heat through the sheer fabric of my wrap and the swell in his pants had grown even larger. His nostrils twitched as he got a whiff of my perfume.

I reached one arm around his broad shoulders and raised the other to brush his white hair away from his ear. I moved in so close that my glossy lips were almost grazing his lobe. "Would you like to see?" I breathed, flicking his ear with the tip of my tongue. A shudder ripped through his body. He clutched my waist and pushed me away from him.

I could see in his face that he was conflicted. "Sarah, I've known you since you were a little girl."

I looked him dead in the eye and pushed against his big hands, forcing him to keep them on me. "I'm a woman now, Santa."

His hungry eyes flickered down to the cleavage just peeking out from my wrap and back to my eyes. "I can see that."

I knew it was time to make my move so I took a step back, allowing his hands to fall away. Keeping my gaze locked on his face, I let the sheer silk wrap shimmer its way down my skin to the floor. The effect was immediate. His breathing shortened, his pupils dilated, and his stiffness threatened to tear right through the front of his red velvet trousers. Oh, how I longed to rub that velvety goodness!

For the second time that night, Santa's jaw dropped. I swear I saw a little drool drip from his luscious lips and dampen his beard.

"For as long as I can remember, Santa, the only thing I ever wanted for Christmas was you, your attention, your affection. And you never failed to give it to me. Now, I want to give you something." I'd inched closer to him as I spoke, until my breasts were brushing against his velvet coat. The electricity between us was buzzing, tweaking my nipp1es to a level of hardness I didn't know they could reach. I looked up into his deep blue eyes and whispered, "I want you to f*ck me. I want you to use me. I want you to impregnate me, Santa."

About Mercy Faulk

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Published December 13, 2012 15 pages
Genres: Erotica, Literature & Fiction. Fiction

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