Page 32 of His Secret Santa

“Now?”

“Yeah.” She nuzzled his neck. “Don’t you want it?”

“Well… yeah… but the party…”

“Just come on.” She took his hand and led him to the stairs. “You’re going to love it.” She cast him a sultry look. “I promise.”

Lincoln followed her up to his room without enthusiasm. The last thing he wanted right now was to fuck her. All week, he’d put her off, making one excuse after another. For a girl who liked to fuck daily, she was hot to get it on and there was no way he could hold her off any longer.

“Get comfortable.” She shoved him onto the bed. “While I go get your gift.” She walked into the adjoining bathroom and closed the door.

Lincoln thought about sneaking out while he had the chance, but she would find him, and the epic fight would ensue. So, because you don’t want to fight—you’re going to fuck her? He felt trapped. If he turned her down, she would demand an explanation and he wasn’t ready to tell her the truth.

Get comfortable. Translation: get naked. Lincoln scooted up and sat against the wall, his clothes still on. McKenna came out of the bathroom wearing a sexy Santa outfit that hardly covered her tits and ass. She sashayed toward the bed.

“Why aren’t you naked?” she breathed. A sultry smile touched her lips. “No matter. Sexy Santa will take care of that.” She crawled slowly up the bed. “Have you been naughty…” She slid her palms along his thighs. “… or nice?” McKenna shoved his shirt up his stomach and dipped down, rimming his navel with the tip of her tongue. “Or just… nice and naughty?”

Lincoln’s stomach quivered on reflex but felt no reaction any lower. His dick lay limp and unresponsive in his shorts—even when his girlfriend straddled his body and rubbed her ass on his crotch.

Shifting beneath her, Lincoln cleared his throat. “This is my party… maybe I should get back…”

“The party can wait. This is your night, and it deserves to be special.” McKenna stripped off his shirt and tugged open his pants, working them down his thighs. She settled on top of him again, gyrating her hips as she pulled down the front of her Santa outfit, exposing her tits. She dragged the tip of her tongue over her top lip and grabbed her breasts, squeezing and twisting her nipples. “Mmm, baby… what’re you waiting for? Don’t you want some of this?”

No. Lincoln sat forward and wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling her neck with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. She pushed her tits in his face, feeding a nipple into his mouth.

“Oh, God…” she moaned. “Suck my tits, baby… it feels so good… gets me so wet.”

Shifting to autopilot, Lincoln went through the moves, getting her hot and drenched. She whimpered when he sucked hard on her nipples and squeezed her ass cheeks, pulling her against his crotch.

“Oh fuck, baby… I’m gonna cum…” She rubbed desperately on his dick, his shorts the only barrier between them. She whimpered and moaned then cried out, soaking his underwear. “Oh god… oh my god… I needed that.” Her mouth crushed his in a hungry kiss. “Fuck me, baby—fuck me now. I’m so horny.”

McKenna shoved him onto his back and grabbed his cock, eager to get it inside her. She abruptly went still and looked at him. “You’re not hard.” She frowned. “Seriously? What’s wrong with you?” She stroked his flaccid member, then dropped her mouth on him, sucking him into her throat. His cock twitched… and that was it. McKenna sat up and wiped her mouth. “What the fuck, Lincoln?” Frustration pinched her voice. “Why aren’t you hard?”

He swallowed. “Too much to drink?”

“You’re not that drunk.” She exhaled hard. “No matter, I know how to get you there.” She grabbed his dick and stuffed it inside her hot, wet body… but there was no substance to his shaft to keep it in. “God dammit,” she hissed. “What in the fucking hell?”

“I’m sorry,” Lincoln mumbled. He wasn’t sorry. This was the last thing wanted—practically molested by his girlfriend.

“You’ve been denying me cock for days. What the hell is going on? Don’t I turn you on anymore?”

Ask my limp dick. “I just…” He sighed. “I’ve just had a lot on my mind.”

“Like what?” she demanded. “What’s so distracting that you can’t get it up for this?” She grabbed her tits.

“It’s… a lot of things. It isn’t about you.”

“Well, you don’t want to fuck me—so, I’d say it is about me.”

She wasn’t entirely wrong. “McKenna…”

“No. Forget it.” She climbed off him and fixed her outfit. “You don’t find me fuckable anymore? Fine. There’s plenty of guys here who do. I am not going one more night without some cock.”

Lincoln stared at her as she stormed to the door. He made no attempt to call her back as she left the bedroom in fuming frustration. Let her fuck someone else, he didn’t care. He hoped she would because it was suddenly clear—he could no longer fake his way through their sexual relationship.

He wanted something else… and his body now refused to accept anything less.

Chapter 9