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My eyes widen.
What?
My shocked look makes him laugh as he thumbs away my falling tears. “Yeah, surprising right? A big, rough guy like me fell for a girl he thought would never feel the same way. Lucia, I love you.”
“I like your rough side,” I say.
“With all the money you and your family have, you’re okay with having a blue-collar guy like me?”
Does he really think we care about that? I want him to be happy, and if mining makes him happy, then he should keep doing it. He could have someone with a smaller family, less anxiety … someone who doesn’t prioritize studying over everything else.
When I tell him as much, he chuckles darkly. “I want to support you in everything you want to do, and if that’s studying hard, then I can help you relieve stress when you take breaks.”
“O-oh?”
“Yeah. In fact, we can start right now.”
Suddenly, he picks me up like I weigh nothing and before I can blink, I’m on my back on my mattress. He crawls over my body, looking devilish as he smirks down at me and cages me in with his arms.
“M-Matt,” I stammer. “They’re p-probably wondering where you are.”
“That’s Santa to you, baby girl,” he growls. His voice sends a shiver down my spine. “You’ve been naughty.”
“I have been?” I sputter. My skin begins to tingle as he runs his thumb over my lip before pressing it into my mouth. He groans when I flick my tongue out to lick it out of curiosity.
“Yes. This whole morning, I had to see you walk around in this tight little sweater dress,” he says as he pulls his thumb from my lips and starts to push the hem of my dress up. “Making Santa harbor these dirty thoughts for you … We’re going to need to punish you, or you’ll end up on the naughty list.”
“O-oh,” I moan as I feel his hand ghost over my center through my tights and underwear. I can feel myself getting wet, and he hasn’t even touched me there yet. “What can I do, S-Santa?”
This is insane. He’s about to touch me, make me feel amazing, and he’s wearing the Santa suit that my family has had for as long as I can remember. And yet, there’s something so incredibly tantalizing about how he calls me baby girl, how confident he is as he takes on the persona.
I want him. I want this. I’ve never wanted something so badly in my life.
Just as I’m about to tell him so, he pulls away. I whine at the loss of his skin on mine, but when I look up, my breath catches in my throat. His hands are at his belt. The red velvet pants drop as he unbuckles it, and then he starts to unbutton the red coat. He steps out of the costume as he pulls the fake beard off, but before he can take the hat off, I stop him.
“Keep it on,” I say breathlessly, shocked that I want him to at all.
He raises an eyebrow and smirks down at me as he helps me pull off my tights and push off my sweater dress.
“Want you,” he growls, kissing a trail down my neck before mouthing wetly at my nipple through my bra. His lips are hot on my skin as he pulls my bra cups down to nip at my breasts. “Wanted you from the moment I saw you.”
When he sucks on my nipple, my back arches off the bed. Heat surges through me, making my body tingle with want. “Oh, Matt!”
He clicks his tongue as he pulls away from me with a pop. “Can’t even call me by my proper name. What are we going to do with you?”
He towers over me, his muscles pulled taut as he tilts his head with his question. His gaze makes me reach for him needily, but he leans back and shakes his head.
“Naughty girls don’t get to touch,” he growls. “You’ll just have to watch me get off instead.”
I watch, rapt with need, as he trails one of his huge hands down his rock-hard abdomen until he gets to his cock. My eyes widen. Oh. Ohwow. He wraps his long fingers around his cock, which is hard and thick and so much bigger than I expected it. He’s a big man, so I knew his cock would match. What I didn’t anticipate is how my mouth would water at the sight of it.
When Matt starts to stroke himself, he hisses. His tattooed arms are flexed as he fights for control over himself. “Fuck, baby girl. Made me so hard. And now I can’t even use it on you.”
I prop myself up as I watch him, both jealous that he’s fucking into his fist and spellbound with the fact that he’s letting me see this. I’ve never seen anything like it before. I never really had much interest in sex before meeting him, but no one has ever made me feel like he does.
“Please, Santa,” I finally plead, unable to take it any longer. “Please, I’ll be good.”
“What do you want, little girl?” he says through gritted teeth as he squeezes his cock at the base. His shoulders are heaving as he breathes hard.
