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Easton
Harley softly snored against my chest, her lips parted ever so slightly, deep breaths blowing against my skin. I watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest. This tiny woman had crashed through my defenses one by one until she left me unarmed and ready for the kill.
She showed me love in a world I was so sure could never be kind. She gave me peace among the chaos, but most importantly, she taught me how to trust with unyielding faith.
The credits of whatever Christmas movie I’d picked blanketed us in darkness, and I took the moment to steal a kiss. She didn’t wake as my lips brushed hers. Instead, a moan escaped her throat.
“Always singing for me, little bird.” Moving her ever so carefully, I slipped away from the couch to our bedroom, where I got ready with her first Christmas gift.
The digital clock in the room shined brightly in the darkness. With two minutes until midnight, I quickly changed into the red velvet suit, adjusted the matching hat, and slid the gold glasses onto the bridge of my nose.
She once told me she loved ole Saint Nick. Hopefully, she would love me just as much. Pocketing the black velvet box into my pants pocket, I held up her letter, the one where she told me how much she hated the holidays without her parents.
I’d give her new memories. I would make her love Christmas again.
Tucking her letter back into my drawer, I exited the room. Tiptoeing through the apartment, I put a few surprise gifts under the tree for her, stole another one of her delicious cookies, then kneeled on the floor in front of the couch.
“Wake up, bird,” I whispered, gently stroking her arm. She groaned, hiding her face in the blanket. “Ho, ho, ho.” I rolled my eyes at my stupidity, but she pulled the blanket away from her face and slowly blinked, her beautiful eyes going wide with surprise.
“Santa?” she whispered, her lips curving into my favorite smile.
“I hear you’ve been a very good girl, Harley. Is that true?” She sat up, stretching her arms over her head. The blanket dropped, showing her exposed stomach where her shirt rode up. I licked my lips at the sight of her creamy skin.
She held my heated gaze with a mix of desire and determination. I was so fucking hooked on this woman. She could laugh, and I’d be hard for her.
“Oh, I’m not sure, Mr. Claus. You’d have to ask my boyfriend that one, and he seems to have disappeared.” The rasp in her voice nearly unraveled me.
The ball was entirely in her court as she stole it, capturing me with the way she bit her bottom lip, waiting for my answer.
“Such a shame to leave you on the most magical night of the year,” I whispered, and she nodded, her eyes dilating with lust.
“So terrible of him. I hope you give him coal.” I laughed on a rushed exhale, and she grinned.
“And what do you want, my sweet little bird?” she pretended to ponder, tapping her chin and staring at the ceiling before looking back at me.
“You.” Giving me little time to react, she launched herself at me, and I fell to my back, her perfect thighs straddling me.
“That’s it, little bird. Take what you want.” I barely recognized my own voice, so thick with desire as she palmed my hard cock through the velvet pants. I kneaded her ass, stroking my cock against her.
I was so ready for her, I could have slid right in, but I needed this to last longer. I had so much more planned for her tonight than a quick fuck.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Harley. You know that? I want to hear you sing for me, baby.” She moaned, her hands reaching for my waistband and tugging the pants down.
“Easton,” she whined. Her blue and green eyes had a fire in them as she writhed against me. “Please, I need you.”
I growled and yanked down my pants and underwear in one swift movement. Pulling my cock out, I wasn’t willing to deny her. “You have me, little bird. I’m all yours.”
She stood, pushing her sweatpants off, leaving her standing in front of me in a tight, white, knit long-sleeve shirt and a bright fucking red thong.
“Off. Take it all fucking off.” I leaned up on my elbows, watching her undress for me. Her movements were jerky and rushed as she tore the shirt off her head, a white bra, holding her creamy breasts from my view.
She made quick work of the lace, throwing it behind her in her haste, and then her fingers wrapped around her thong. Her heated gaze locked on mine as she slowly tugged them over her ripe ass and down her toned thighs until the red lace dropped to the floor.
“Come take what you need, Harley,” I rasped, and she moaned. Dropping to her knees, she lifted herself up before sliding down on my hard cock, both of us moaning in sync. She twisted and rolled against me, and I pinched her clit while holding and kneading her breasts.
“East!” she moaned my name, and I nearly came just from the need in her voice.
“Maybe I should let you ride me more often, give you all the fucking control. Is that what you like?”
