His Christmas List: – Naughty Stories For Your Stocking
His Christmas List: THE CHRISTMAS ANGEL: Chapter 2

Holy shit, is this really happening?

I put my hands down and widen the stance of my legs, he taps the inside of my foot, and I spread my legs wider.

“This is your final warning, if you want to keep yourself out of a compromising position, young lady, then you need to speak up right now.”

Seriously, this is off the hook. Do they teach this stuff at cop school? If not, they should.

He comes up really close behind me, and I can feel his breath on my neck, goosebumps scatter up my arms. He steps forward, and I can feel his erection as it digs into my behind.

“Everything alright here?” he says.

He’s asking for permission to play this game.

I nod.

“Answer the question.”

“Everything is….. perfect.” I breathe.

I’m going straight to hell on the ho’ bag express.

I scrunch my eyes shut as I begin to hear my heartbeat, arousal pumps through my blood like warm chocolate.

“I’m going to pat you down now as I search for any concealed weapons. Anything you say, can and will be used against you.”

I smile, damn it, I wish a camera was recording this, Avril will never believe this story in a million years, I can hardly believe it myself.

He runs his big hands over my shoulders and down my arms.

“Are you cold?” he asks.

“No.”

“No, sir.” He corrects me.

Excitement rushes over me. “No, sir.”

His hands pat down my arms and around to my breasts, he brushes over my nipples as they harden.

My heart races.

They drop lower, this time, his fingers curl around my waist and he jerks me back onto his body, I’m reminded of who’s in charge. His thick erection digs into my behind and I hold my breath as I wait for his next move.

His teeth graze my ear and tingles run all over.

“You smell fucking good,” he whispers darkly into my ear; his teeth graze my ear again and this time he bites me. Hard enough that I whimper.

Holy…..

My heart hammers in my chest, and I scrunch my eyes shut as I try to control my breathing.

He puts his lips to my ear, “Open your fucking legs,” he growls in a whisper.

I am not this kind of girl, and I don’t even know this man, but there is no way I’m stopping.

My sex tingles at the order, and I widen my legs.

Is this really happening?

He bends and his hands pat all the way to my ankles as I hold my breath, on the way up my legs he slides them up my inner thighs. His thumbs dust my sex through my panties, and I just about convulse.

His lips are at my ear again, “I need to search…. everything.”

His teeth graze my neck, and I almost convulse.

“Say when,” he adds.

I pant, trying to get a hold of myself.

“I said….. say when. Do you understand me?” he repeats.

I nod, he’s giving me a chance to stop if I want to.

“Keep going,” I demand.

I feel him smile against my ear. “You are a troublemaker.”

Excitement screams through me. “Yes, sir.”

His fingers slide under the leg of my panties as I hold my breath.

I shudder, fuck, I’m going to come, and he’s hardly touched me.

He drops to his knees behind me, I close my eyes as he slides my panties down my legs and puts them on the counter in front of us. “I’ll use these as evidence.”

“Evidence of what?”

“Evidence that you came like a fucking truck for me.”

My eyes widen.

Okay, what the actual hell is happening right now?

This is the stuff pornos are made of… Have one of my friends set this up because it’s too crazy to be true.

He pushes me over the counter and pulls my nightdress up over my behind.

His thick arousal can be felt from here, he’s desperate to have me.

His hand slides lower and lower, his thick fingers slide through my wet lips, and he lets out a low whistle as he slides his finger deep into my sex.

I shudder, hardly able to breathe.

He takes his time and finger fucks me, his lips at my ear as he stands behind me. One finger, then two….. by the time he gets to three, I’m desperate.

Dripping wet and swollen in anticipation.

The sound of my body sucking him in echoes through the kitchen.

“What do you want, Zoe?” he asks.

I turn my head and look him in the eye, “A kiss.”

“A kiss?” he whispers.

We stare at each other, so crazy aroused, but somehow there’s a tenderness to this moment.

He takes my face in his two hands and kisses me as if we have all the time in the world. Slow and erotic.

It’s the perfect kiss, and we lose control and next thing he’s lifting me onto his lap on the couch and straddling me over him.

“Condom.” I breathe into his mouth as we kiss like animals.

Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, this is insanity.

He pushes me up onto my knees and unzips his trousers and pulls himself free.

My heart hammers as I watch him roll a condom on and then he slides his tip through my lips as we stare at each other. “You need to get on my cock,” he breathes.

Every cell in my body is on fire, and I slide down onto his hard shaft.

Ouch…… he’s big and thick.

Rock hard.

We stare at each other as my body ripples around him, and he tenderly pushes the hair back from my face. “How does that feel?”

“Good,” I whimper. “So good.”

I’m completely at his mercy.

He grabs my hipbones and circles me down on him, first one way and then the other to loosen me up. “Just like that,” he whispers into my mouth. “That’s it, good girl,” he coaches me. “Little deeper now.” He pushes in further, and I wince.

Oh….. he’s big.

Experienced, so different to any man I’ve been with before.

My body finally loosens up, and he slides all the way home.

“Fuck,” he moans, his eyes are rolling back, and I get the feeling he’s having a hard time controlling himself.

He lifts me and slides me back down onto him, gently at first and we go harder and harder.

Until we are fucking like animals, my knees are up around his ears, the sound of our skin slapping together is echoing through the space, and I see stars.

All the stars.

I cry out as I come hard, and he pulls me close as he comes too, our bodies convulsing as they feed off each others. We pant heavily, both gasping for air.

He kisses me softly, and it’s there again, a sweetness. So unlike the way this night is going, it’s unexpected and to be honest, a little frightening.

Our foreheads touch as we come back down to earth, and he smiles shyly.

“What?” I smile too.

“Nothing.” He chuckles as if having a private joke with himself.

“What were you going to say?” I ask.

“The plan was that I came here to try and make you come on a date with me.”

“What the hell was that then?” I laugh.

“Things were just going too well, and I couldn’t help taking the fourth date up front.”

“A fourth date?” I ask hopefully.

His eyes hold mine, “There better be a fourth date.” He stands and lifts me carefully down to the floor. “You need a shower, you’re filthy.”

He turns me around and pushes me toward the hall as he slaps my behind.

“My bathroom is the other way,” I tease.

“Oh.” He turns me in the other direction and pushes me that way and slaps me again.

I hear him rustle around, and I glance back to see him taking another condom out of his wallet and I raise my eyebrow in question, and he gives me a playful wink. “You never know.”

The sun shining through the crack of the drapes notifies me that it’s time to wake, and I drag my sleepy eyes open.

Hell, what a night.

My body feels heavy and sated with a warm glow of just fucked.

A large hand slides up over my hip from behind and pulls me into the warmth of his body, and I smile softly.

Dylan.

It wasn’t a dream, he’s still here.

He rolls me onto my back and with his hand splayed across my stomach he gently kisses my shoulder, “Good morning.”

I smile shyly up at him, “Hi.”

I remind myself to play it cool, pretend that I’m more experienced than I actually am. How the hell does this scenario go, what happens now?

Dylan traces the tip of his pointer finger across my shoulder and down my arm, it’s as if he’s choosing to remain quiet, wanting me to say something first.

“So….” I whisper up at him, “What happens now, I’ve never woken up with a stranger before.”

Surprise flashes across his face before he covers it with a smile, “You kiss me.” His lips gently take mine, “And I kiss you.” The kiss is sweet and gentle, unlike the love we made last night.

Who am I kidding? There was no love making, we fucked like the strangers we are. His tongue slowly slides through my lips.

Ahh…… I didn’t even brush my teeth yet.

He kisses me again, deeper this time, and I feel my arousal roll in as my hands curl through his hair, his hand slides between my legs and I wince. I’m swollen and sore.

“Are you okay?” He frowns.

I nod, feeling self-conscious. “I’m fine, just a bit tender.”

“I hurt you.” He retracts his fingers immediately.

“No.” I shrug, “I just haven’t …….” I stop myself, not wanting to sound stupid.

“You haven’t what?”

“It’s been a while.”

He breaks into a big, beautiful smile, and I feel it all the way to my toes.

“You seem very happy about that?”

He pushes my hands up above my head and bites my neck as he smiles against my skin. “Maybe a little.” He bites harder and I laugh out loud as I try to get away from him.

He leans up onto his elbow and falls serious, “Would you like to go out tonight?”

“Where to?”

“Dinner.”

“Like, a date?”

“Yes. Like a date.”

“Ummm……” I pretend to think it over, and he pokes me in the ribs.

He widens his eyes in warning. “Careful.”

“Can you wear your uniform?” I ask.

“No.”

“So, what will you wear?” I tease.

“I don’t fucking know. Date clothes.”

I giggle and he puts his hand over my mouth. “Shut up or you’ll be more than tender in a minute.”

“What will I be?”

“Pulverized.”

I laugh out loud, oh man, he’s so fun. “Are you making breakfast?”

“No.” He lifts my hand to his lips and kisses my fingertips. “You are.”

This wake up is the opposite of what I imagined; it doesn’t feel awkward at all.

“What do you want to eat?” I ask.

“What I want to eat has been taken off the menu.” His dark eyes drop to my lips, and I know exactly what he’s thinking about.

Butterflies dance in my stomach.

I really like him.

I get out of bed and put my hands on my naked hips with a sashay, “Prepare yourself for the best breakfast of your life.”

He smiles with a twinkle in his eye, he sits himself up against the headboard and rearranges the white blankets as they pool around his waist, “I’m already prepared.”

I put on my robe and make my way to the kitchen, I wasn’t even joking, I am going to make him the best breakfast of his life.

I just have to work out what the hell that is.

I open my pantry and look in, hmm…… there’s, oatmeal, pancake mix. I keep looking, I open the fridge and take out the egg carton and open it.

One measly egg sits inside, and I have no bacon. No bread either.

Shit.

I begin to panic, damn it. Now I don’t even have the ingredients to make even a crappy breakfast. I pull the cupboards open at speed and look in the freezer, I replace some frozen blueberries. I have a banana too…

Right…. pancakes it is.

“Hurry up with my breakfast, wench,” he calls from the bedroom.

“Shut up, or I’ll poison it,” I call back.

I hear him laugh and I smile too.

I get to making the pancakes and from the corner of my eye I see him go up the hall to the bathroom and then go back to my bedroom, he obviously wants his breakfast in bed.

“Do you want coffee?” I call.

“Are you going to poison it?” he calls back.

“Maybe.” I smile goofily as I flip the first pancake in the pan.

“You know, you could come and help me.” I call.

“I’m good.”

“Well, if I’m in charge of the best breakfast of your life. I better be coming to the best date of my life tonight,” I call back.

“You’ll be coming alright, don’t doubt it.”

I giggle as I serve up the pancakes into a pile, I drizzle the berries and maple syrup over them and then sift icing sugar over the top.

I look over my handiwork.

Ha…. pretty impressive, if I do say so myself.

I arrange the plate onto a tray with a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee, and I twist my lips, it’s missing something.

I peer out the kitchen window and spy my target, that’ll do it.

I tiptoe outside and run to the fence, hanging over from the next-door neighbor’s house are pink flowers. I pick one and scamper back into the house, I put it into a tiny glass vase and proudly carry the tray into my bedroom. This shit really is the best breakfast of all time.

“Ta-da.” I smile.

Dylan’s eyes light up, “Wow.”

I sit down beside him on the bed.

“Where’s yours?” he asks.

“I’m not much of a breakfast person,” I lie, I totally am, but I ate the first two disaster pancakes and now I’m full.

He pulls the pink flower out of the vase and tucks it behind my ear, we stare at each other as a perfect moment runs between us.

“I like you,” he whispers

I smile softly, this really is the best breakfast of all time. “I like you.”

“You know…..” He pauses as if choosing his words carefully. “If I had my time again, I would have asked you on a date, so we could have done this the right way round. I didn’t mean for……” He pauses, “What I’m trying to say is…… you deserved better than I offered last night.”

He’s feeling guilty about the wham bam way last night went.

“Well……. Don’t beat yourself up, I loved every minute of it, officer.”

His eyes hold mine as he sips his coffee, “Shut up, or I’ll cuff you.”

“You shut up, or I’ll suck your dick.”

He chuckles, “A cook who goes above and beyond, this restaurant is five stars.”

“You know it.”

We stare at each other, and I get the feeling that magic is happening here. There’s something about him, about the way I am when I’m with him.

I feel like myself, and yet, as cliché as it sounds, I feel exciting and new.

Naughty.

“Can you eat your breakfast, so I can kick you out?” I smirk.

“What happened to sucking my dick?” he scoffs as he shovels a forkful of pancake into his mouth.

“You can’t have dessert before breakfast. Stop being a pig.”

He smirks as he keeps eating and nods in approval. “These are good.”

“Are you surprised?”

“No.”

We stare at each other, and again, the air swirls between us.

Does he feel it too?

He brushes the hair back from my forehead before softly kissing me, “You’re beautiful.”

My heart somersaults in my chest.

“And I wonder…..,” he pauses for a moment as if stopping himself from elaborating.

“You wonder what?”

“I wonder how I’m supposed to eat pancakes when all I can think about is you giving me a head job.”

I smile, I get the feeling that’s not what he was originally going to say.

“Well,” I smile as I kiss him again, I take the fork from him and fill it up with pancake, I fly it through the air to his mouth as if he’s a child. “You open your big mouth and you put the pancake in.”

He frowns and opens his mouth, and I shove the pancake in so far that he nearly chokes. He coughs with a laugh and wrestles the fork from me. “I wouldn’t be shoving anything in my mouth if I were you.”

“Why not?”

“Because I have something much bigger that I can force feed you.” He makes a grab for me, and I run, he chases me down the hall and crash tackles me onto the couch as he growls like a monster. We laugh out loud, and he kisses me, and just like that.

The morning is perfect.