Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 31777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Surely Santa was too busy to pay attention to any naughtiness now, right? He must have already packed all the presents in the sleigh.
Of course, that evil elf was still around . . . hmm. Immy said that she thought her elf was a tattletale too.
“Papi?” she asked.
“Hmm?” he said.
She squeezed down around his cock. She really hoped that he let her come after this.
Her hand was aching, and her pussy was so wet that it was kind of embarrassing.
“Apparently, Immy has an evil elf, too.”
“Your elf isn’t evil. He’s here to keep an eye on you and report back to Santa.”
“I’m pretty sure he’s reporting back to you, too,” she said. “And I didn’t know you spoke elf.”
“There’re lots of things about me that you don’t know.”
Her suspicions grew. “Is there a camera in the elf? Like a nanny cam?”
“Pequeña, you know that the elf is magic. And that you have to believe.”
That was true.
And she did want to believe. While she’d lived in the cult, they hadn’t been allowed to celebrate Christmas. Although Mama had always tried to do something a bit special on Christmas for her. Still, she felt like she had lots of catching up to do.
“Fine, Papi. I’ll believe.”
“Good girl. Now, finish your lines. Papi needs to fuck you before dinner.”
Yeah, she better get on with it. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to come looking for them.
Although, the house did seem very quiet.
“There! Last line is done!” she cried triumphantly.
“Let me check.” Alejandro took the paper from her, counting each line. “Good girl. Your punishment is over.” He drew her off his cock and she let out a cry of protest.
“It’s all right, Kitten,” he told her as he sat her on the desk facing him. He then drew his chair forward and leaned in. “I just need to eat first.”
Oh hell.
Cat lay back and stared up at the ceiling as he ran his tongue along her slit. He teased her clit, brushing it back and forth with the tip of his tongue before driving his fingers deep into her pussy.
It didn’t take long until she was coming around his fingers, wishing that it was his cock inside her.
But he somehow sensed that was what she needed, because the next moment, he was leaning over her, his cock driving deep, fucking her with hard strokes until she was screaming with pleasure as she came once more.
Alejandro pulled up her top, revealing her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so he could easily take her nipple into his mouth, sucking strongly.
And then he leaned forward, letting out his own moan of pleasure. Then he kissed her. Fierce and hard kisses that turned into light, feathery ones.
Bliss.
15
MAEVE AND GRAY
23rd December
“What is going on, my girl?” Gray asked as he tucked Maeve into bed later that night. He moved to the other side of the bed and climbed in.
She rolled toward him, looking worried.
There was something going on with the girls and for some reason, he just knew it had to do with Maeve.
The last couple of days she’d been more tired than usual. Gray had been worried that she was getting sick. However, she’d seemed to perk up and she’d eaten plenty of dinner tonight.
Still . . . he had a feeling that something was worrying her and he was done waiting for her to confess.
He wanted to know.
Now.
“I don’t want to tell you,” she whispered, looking guilty.
“Maeve,” he said sternly as he brushed her long, dark hair back off her face. “You know that you’re not to keep anything from me. Tell me.”
He needed to know so he could stop worrying about her.
And then he was going to spank her ass for not confiding in him immediately.
“If I tell you, though, you’re going to make me stay in bed and it’s Christmas Eve tomorrow. We have big plans.”
“I heard all the plans at dinner,” he said. “What I want to know is why you think I would make you stay in bed.”
“I’ve been . . . sick a few times.”
“Sick, how?” he asked, sitting up.
“Vomiting,” she whispered, sitting up as well to face him.
Gray got out of bed and started pacing back and forth. “How the fuck did I not know? When? It can’t be a stomach bug, though. You haven’t vomited when I’m around, have you?”
“Um, no. See, I just seem to get ill in the mornings. Well, sometimes I feel queasy during the day but that usually passes quickly. Most of the time, I feel good.”
“I’m going to go and talk to Alejandro. He can get his doctor out here to examine you.”
“No, no! Gray, wait! I don’t think I’m sick-sick!”
What the heck did that mean?
He turned back at the door. “What? What do you mean?”
“I mean, I, um . . .” She had climbed out of bed which he didn’t like. He strode back to her, picking her up and placing her back into bed.