Page 46 of All I Wank for Christmas
He is Santa now. He’s real, and he walked into my sad massage joint. I spit on his dick and jerked him off. I got in his sleigh that night and sorted his stock. I got him out of the police station when he was caught, and I played with the Tanners’ sex toys with him and took a taser hit for him.
But I fell in love with the guy as soon as I saw him smile last Christmas Eve.
“Of course, I’ll marry you, Jasper. Was there ever any doubt?”
He smiles his toothy grin, and his eyes crinkle at the corners. “I was a little worried. You’ve had a lot of life changes this year.”
I pull him up by his shoulders, and he slides the ring onto my finger. I hold my hand up to the light, gazing at the ring on my hand, and let him cup my cheeks and stare at me. “We can get you something else if you prefer.”
I shake my head. “No fucking way. I love it. Now that I know Santa and Mrs. Claus are real, I’m honored. I’m truly honored to be the next Mrs. Claus.” I kiss him on the chin just below his mouth. “Do think that people will tell the story of a Mrs. Claus who gave hand jobs as her profession in a hundred years?”
“Oh, you’ll be a legend, I’m sure,” he chuckles. “Most Mrs. Claus predecessors knitted scarves or churned butter. My mother was the first that helped in the workshops and operations areas. You’re also the first accountant Mrs. Claus and the first to have her own business on the side.”
Our lips meet, and we kiss hungrily for minutes, my arms around his neck. His tongue mingles with mine as he runs his hands through my hair until we’re both breathless. I glance at the desk behind us and then look at the clock. “Think we have time for a quickie, Santa?”
His pants drop to his ankles, and I grasp his cock as he lifts my green skirt, hooks his finger into my panties with little Christmas trees on them, and pulls the fabric down my legs in one movement. He lifts me onto the desk and nudges my legs apart.
This man is going to fuck me right on top of the delivery schedule spreadsheet printouts, and I couldn’t care less that we may leave a wet spot on them so he’ll have to decipher what the sheets say.
I pull away from our kiss and nuzzle his jaw. “One question,” I say, running my hands down his cheek.
He raises an eyebrow. “Yes, you’re on the nice list. It should have been naughty since you like to fuck Santa on your desk, but I’m in charge, so I do what I want. There are certain perks of being naughty when you’re Santa’s girl.”
“Good to know, but that wasn’t what I was going to ask.”
He pushes his forehead against mine and closes his eyes as I wrap my legs around him, pulling him to me. “Will I have an answer?”
“You should,” I laugh as he slides his dick home. “What’s in the sack for the Tanners this year?”
THE END
