The Kringle Girls - Collection (10 page)

“Did you like that?”

She nodded.

“Lick the head. I want to feel your tongue. And push
your hair back over your shoulders so I can watch your tits while you taste
me.” He shuddered as she did as he asked, and, growing more confident, her
hands continued to stroke, one slipping down to test the weight and feel of his
balls as her tongue flickered and teased.

“Mmm…” she murmured, getting lost in the taste and
feel of him. This was better than she had ever imagined, and her insides
wriggled as she watched him struggling to hold it together. Experimentally, she
opened her mouth, taking the fat crown inside.

Oh yes, much better.
He was smooth and hot and
shockingly male, and she wanted everything he had to give her. His hands flew
to thread through her hair, and his hips started to move, fucking her mouth
with careful, barely-controlled strokes as she sucked eagerly.

“God, you kill my control.”

Could she make him come in her mouth?
Ivy
wriggled at the thought of that loss of control, but all too soon he was
pulling back. She moaned in disapproval as he freed his cock from her clinging
lips.

“I wanted you to come,” she pouted, and he groaned.

“Believe me, I will, but this first time, I want to
come in your hot little pussy.”

He helped her to her feet and for a second, they both
looked down at his dick, throbbing and huge from her sucking, the head flushed
almost purple.

“Hurry,” Ivy whispered.

RAFE’S HANDS WERE SHAKING, his body on fire as he
dragged one of the visitor’s chairs forward and pulled Ivy’s body down to
straddle his. He’d been careful, so careful to go slowly, to assess her
reactions at every step along the way, to invite rather than command, but her
eager sexuality, her willingness to do anything,
anything
he asked of
her was quickly driving him to a point of absolute madness. He’d been worried
that she would balk at some of his more extreme sexual fantasies, but now he wondered
if he should worry about not having enough of them. He relived the feel of her
curious tongue on his cock and groaned, snugging her pussy up against his cock.

“Are you on the Pill?” he asked, relieved when she
nodded.

“I don’t have any condoms, but I’m clean, I swear. If
I had known I would be fucking you tonight, Miss Kringle, I would have been
better prepared.”

She blushed, even after everything they’d done and
would do, and he felt his heart melt a little. Despite all the kinky sexual
play, she still looked like a fucking fairy princess. This fairy princess was
clearly spreading her wings. With a naughty grin she cupped her breasts,
lifting them as she plucked the sweet nipples.

“Would you…would you suck them again?”

The hot little question shot straight to his groin,
and he pounced, suckling her tight crests as he head fell back, her hair
brushing his thighs, and her hips rocked against him, her pussy hot and wet and
oh-so-ready for cock. When she was panting and pleading, Rafe lifted her and fitted
his crown between her meltingly soft folds against the molten opening. Heat
thrummed through his veins, his body pounding for her as she clutched his
shoulders, poised at the point of no return.

“Yes or no?” Rafe got the words out, but barely. He’d
die if she pulled away, but there was no way he was going to take her under
duress. She wriggled, trying to get him to penetrate her, but he held his body
and hers rigidly in check.

“Rafe, please – ”

“That’s not an answer, princess.” He swatted her ass,
watching the heat flare in her eyes. Maybe later he’d spank her for real. He
bet she’d enjoy that. He certainly would.

“Did you have to take lessons on how to be such an
asshole? Or do you come by it naturally?” she complained, her juices spilling
over the head of his dick in a hot caress.

Rafe grinned and leaned forward to sample the pulse
that beat wildly in her throat.

“I don’t want to be banished to Upper Siberia because
one of your sisters thinks I took advantage of you. I want it to be absolutely
clear that despite the mistletoe, the only reason you’re here is because you
want to stuff that sweet pussy with my cock and ride until you’ve wrung me
dry.”

He nipped her collarbone, hiding his smile at her gasp
as he nudged her with his dick.

Sweet little innocent.
It would take a while to
fully debauch her.

She grabbed his attention by scraping sharp nails down
his abdomen.

“Rafe Allen,” she ordered, “if you don’t fill me up
and fuck me right this instant, I’m going to replace you with a pint of
chocolate ice cream and a vibrator.”

“Together? I’d pay to see that,” he teased, but let
her slowly slide down, the wide head parting her slick folds. She bit her lip
as his thick length impaled her, a fragment at a time.

“Is this what you want?” His voice was rough.

Her nipples were tight, flushed, and quivering as she
wriggled to take more of him.

Delicious.

“This is
exactly
what I want.”

IVY HAD NEVER FELT anything like it, the hot, hard flesh
filing her up, Rafe’s strength and heat surrounding her, his eyes filled with
hunger. She felt wicked and warm and willing to do anything he wanted,
mistletoe be damned. Her eyes widened as his shaft continued to part her – huge
and throbbing inside. She felt impaled, crammed full as his balls nudged her
from beneath, and she clutched his shoulders for balance.

“Now, princess,” Rafe murmured, “Show me how you’ve
always wanted to fuck me.”

It was an order, but precisely what Ivy wanted anyway,
so she started moving, slowly at first, her knees pressed to his hips on the
chair for leverage. Pleasure shot through her at the friction as her tender
flesh dragged along his cock as she rose up, and then fresh sensation sparked
as she slid down again. Through it, Rafe’s jaw was tight, his hands gripping
her hips, but lightly.

“Is this okay?” Ivy asked, mildly anxious.

“Any better and I’m going to need an ambulance,” Rafe
muttered.

Encouraged, Ivy picked up the pace, and soon she was
riding him full tilt, his hips thrusting up against hers.

KNOCK KNOCK. The unexpected rap at the door had Ivy
freezing in horror, but Rafe just fucked her harder.

“We’re in a meeting!” he roared.

Ivy started giggling. She couldn’t help it, and Rafe
glared at her.

“I’m dying here and you’re laughing.”

Rafe reached for his belt on the floor, the move
pressing him inside her in a way that made her laugh catch in her throat. He
didn’t bother to ask, but caught one hand and then the other behind her back.
In moments, she was tied fast, her breasts thrust forward. She knew her eyes
were wide and uncertain, but he swiveled his hips, pulling a whimper from her
throat at the sharp sensation.

“Now, where were we?”

Holding her steady, he started moving, a smooth,
controlled movement that quickly escalated to jerky, powerful thrusts. Her
breasts bounced every time he hilted, and he licked a path between them before
wrapping his arms around her to crush her to his chest, bringing his mouth
within a breath of hers as he drove her higher and higher.

Rafe reached a hand between them to stroke her
straining clit. As she detonated under his capable hands, he followed her over
with a shout, muffled in her throat as he pumped warm, wet jets of come deep
inside her. She was still shuddering when he lifted his head to consider her
with those incredible eyes, which were filled with sexual satisfaction and
heat, and something more serious.

“It’s not midnight yet, but I think I’m in love with
you, Ivy,” he murmured.

And then he kissed her.

IT WAS ALL OVER the moment Rafe felt Ivy’s lips move
against his, her sweet little tongue shyly tangling with his. He was keeping
her, even if it meant hanging mistletoe from every available surface. Assuming
she agreed, of course. Her hot little body was still pressed against him, his
cock filling her up, unwilling to leave the sweet paradise between her legs.
Finally, needing air, he pulled back.

The play of emotion on her face ranged from
exhilaration to wary confusion to satisfaction and back. Rafe busied himself
untying her hands.

“You don’t have to say that,” she finally ventured.

“And you don’t have to say it back,” he replied, “at
least, not yet.”

He kissed the tip of her nose.

“I just wanted to put it out there so that you didn’t
walk away from tonight thinking that this was it.”

“Oh.”

She had nothing else to say at the moment, but Rafe’s
worries were soothed when she nestled her head under his chin and sighed softly
as he stroked her back from the top of her spine to the sweet curves of her
ass.

“I need a shower,” she noted absently.

“How about a bubble bath? With me in it?”

Ivy smiled slowly.

“Think anyone will miss us if we take off?”

“Do I care?”

Rafe carefully lifted her from his cock, steadying her
as she wobbled. She picked up her dress and made her way into the attached
washroom, treating him to a view of her ass in motion that had his tired cock
thinking about round two. When she emerged a few minutes later, she looked
fresh as a daisy, while he had only managed to sling his clothes back on. His
shirt was missing a button, his tie was wrinkled and tearstained, and his hair
was mussed. Ivy was aghast.

“They’re going to know we were having sex!”

“Princess, most of them think we’ve been having sex
for months. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay!”

Ivy’s sense of propriety was horrified, and Rafe was
amused – apparently she had no problem being his little sex snow fairy in
private, but in public would always remain the formidable and coolly elegant
Miss Kringle. Fine with him. Except…

“You’re not ashamed to be with me, are you?” After
all, her family kept a fucking
list
of his transgressions. What if he
was on the Naughty List? Could she live with that? Suddenly, Rafe was worried.

But she surprised him again, by pressing up against
him, one hand coming around to squeeze his ass.

“Why don’t you come to dinner tomorrow night? Meet my
parents and my sisters? They’ve been wondering about you anyway, since we
started working together.”

“Are you sure?”

“Just don’t mention mistletoe and you’ll be fine,” she
smiled, “I would read my mother the riot act, but I don’t want to get Glitzy in
trouble for telling me.”

“Glitzy?”

“You’ll meet her, too. She’s an elf. Bring her some
chocolate and she’ll love you for life.”

“I love a woman who is easy to please.”

They started for the door, hand in hand.

“I still need to get you a gift.”

“I think I’ve gotten plenty from you already tonight,
Miss Kringle.”

“Why don’t we go online and I’ll let you pick out a
few toys for me? I wouldn’t want anyone else showing me how to use them.”

She reached for the doorknob, but got distracted when
he pinned her against the door, his mouth hot and eager on hers. She eased
back, laughing.

“I take it that’s a ‘yes?’”

“Oh princess, that’s a ‘hell, yes.’”

And forty minutes later, they snuck out of his office
and out the door.

THE END

SANTA HAD A REAL way of making Noelle Kringle feel
like a teenager who had stayed out past curfew. It didn’t matter that she was
over her adolescence or that Santa apparently trusted her enough to let her run
Kringle Ranch – the minute they started arguing they both forgot that he was
supposed to be the jolly old elf who brought joy to millions. He was just
another overprotective father ready to lock up his free-spirited daughter for a
few hundred years for having a little fun.

“You’ve got to stop pushing his buttons, Noelle,” her
mother insisted again and again, and though Noelle knew she was right, it gave
her a secret thrill to be naughty. It always had. While Ivy was taking over the
corporate world and Holly was bending over backwards to try and be “normal” and
Merry was hiding away from the humans, Noelle was doing her best to live life
to the fullest. She liked to drink, she liked to dance, and she liked to have
fun.

Maybe skinny dipping in the town’s central fountain
was taking it a bit far
, she thought, but she’d apologized, and the
security guard who’d spotted her had been blushing so hard, Noelle didn’t think
he’d been even a bit angry. She knew the real reason her father was so grumpy
with her most of the time – Noelle had a thing for guys on the Naughty List.
Take-charge bad boys who liked things a little kinky, and were happy with only
a night or two before she sent them on their way. Unlike her sisters, Noelle
didn’t have any hang-ups about sex. Sex was fun, a great physical release, a
way to indulge her need for a quick thrill, and there was nothing more
thrilling than the hot press of a well-muscled body against hers, driving her
toward a mind-blowing climax.

Over the last few years, however, Noelle was finding
it harder to get what she wanted from these meaningless encounters. Bad boys,
while fun, often lived up to their name, and she recently found herself having
to put more than one in their place. The kinky thrill of bagging a naughty one
was waning, and Noelle was surprised to find herself wistfully watching couples
in the street holding hands whenever she headed into town for supplies. And so
she tried harder, took more outrageous risks, dallied with men who definitely
didn’t deserve her, and pretended that she wasn’t getting a little bored with
all this so-called “fun.”

Maybe it was time to try normal. Boring. Ugh.

Noelle gave the chain on the paddock gate a final,
irritated twist and secured the padlock. The last of the reindeer had “popped”
away about an hour ago – there one minute, gone the next in swirl of sparkles –
all the mates, children, and extended family of Santa’s team headed up to the
North Pole to join the family, the elves, and the other reindeer for the
celebratory Christmas feast tomorrow night.