Page 8 of The Christmas Mistake

“Naughty girl,” he growls. “Naughty elf.”

My panties are soaked right now. His deep voice crashes through me and I find myself groaning in delight before he spanks me again.

He might work in dorky finance, but the boy definitely knows how to treat a lady.

He spanks me a third time. I yelp a third time. And then his hand finds my wet pussy and my drunk world starts to spin again just like it did outside when I fell into the snow.

But this time it feels so damn good.

My hands grip the side of my couch as he fingers me from behind.

“Oh god,” I murmur. “Wow. I really didn’t think you had this in you.”

“Well, think again.”

I definitely do need to think again. The man is a maestro with his hands. I want to thank him for the way he’s making me feel. I haven’t felt pleasure like this for a very long time. It’s a Christmas miracle.

“Fuck me,” I breathless whisper. “I want you to cum inside me.”

“You on the pill?” he asks me.

“Yep. You can do whatever you want inside me. I want you.”

“I can feel your desire, Chastity.”

“Shut up and fuck me, please.”

“Oh, such a naughty little elf, aren’t you? Begging for my cock.”

“Fuck. Me. Now. Nicholas.”

I certainly didn’t set out this afternoon to the work Christmas party expecting to end up with Nicholas Carter inside me, but I’m not complaining now.

Oh, I know I’m definitely going to regret this in the morning. I mean, come on, I really disliked this man a few hours ago and now I’m letting him have his way with me on my very own couch. This is a very enjoyable mistake.

Shut up, sober me and enjoy the ride. You don’t get a night like this nearly enough.

Nicholas is so big and all-encompassing. He mounts me from behind and leans over to bite at the back of my neck. His cock is so thick. I feel him deep in my sex and I involuntarily moan as he somehow thrusts further inside. It’s like I’m going to pop.

I just hold on for dear life and let the muscular man fuck me hard.

It feels so damn good.

“I want you to beg for me, Chastity.”

“I want your cock, Nicholas.”

“Say that again.”

“Oh God,” I whisper. “I can’t. You’re making it so hard to say… anything at all.”

“You can’t speak? You can’t beg?”

“Nicholas…”

“Good. That’s a good girl. I want you to do nothing but scream my name.”

“Oh, Nicholas.”