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wildfire. Using muscles
I didn’t know I had, I pulsed my pussy at his mouth for more, although I wasn’t
sure what he could have done that he wasn’t already doing. Then he did it, that
little something extra I didn’t know I needed. But he knew. Raul fingered my
clit, massaging with the pad of his thumb while he licked at my slit.
    “More,” I choked out. “That’s it.” I released my legs,
planting my feet on the edge of the bed, and arched my back off the mattress,
pressing my cunt against his face. The smoothness of his lips mixed with the
roughness of his whiskers sent me free-falling into darkness.
    A torrent of thick, wet heat dropped from some secret place
in my belly, drenching my pussy with a splash of complete satisfaction. But
that wasn’t enough for him. He closed his lips around my pulsating clit and
filled my empty cunt with at least two fingers. When any other man would have
declared me satisfied, Raul rubbed his tongue against my nub and pumped my
pussy with his fingers, dragging out every last drop of ecstasy and soaking the
bedspread with my cum.
    I thought the waves of pleasure would never stop echoing
through my body, but the ripples faded and I slumped against the mattress,
ready to curl up and sleep until Monday.
    He rested on his haunches and sighed. “Merry Christmas,
Jane.”
    My legs fell together. “Thank you, Santa.” My eyes closed. I
felt the bed spinning with me on it.
    I heard him moving around the room, doing whatever guys did
post-cunnilingus. I pushed myself up the mattress to rest against a bank of
cool, satiny pillows. I was still buzzed from tequila and brain-dead from a
mind-blowing orgasm. I expected him to cuddle next to me or spoon me and slip
inside my pussy to get his happy holiday ending, then kick me out. Or if he
were a gentleman, he’d let me snooze until morning.
    “That’s a good start to the festivities,” he said.
    I heard a distinct buzzing sound. My eyes flew open and the
bed stopped spinning. “A good start?”
    He held my Secret Santa vibrator up as he climbed across the
bed naked, a condom hugging his magnificent cock.
    I pulled a pillow against me for protection and said, “I don’t
think so, Kinky Santa.”
    “Don’t make Santa-cuff you to the headboard, Jane.”
    My heart raced with a blood-pumping mixture of fear and
excitement. “You wouldn’t?”
    He turned the speed up a notch on the vibrator. “Don’t test
me.”
    I pushed him away with my feet. All those times I’d taken
the stairs at work instead of the elevator had to be good for something. I
certainly didn’t have the upper-body strength to defy him.
    He silenced the vibrator and dropped it to the mattress,
dashing my hopes and fears. With his other hand, he held up the fur-lined cuffs
and captured my wrist, clamping the cuff snugly. I writhed and laughed while he
looped the chain through the headboard. He straddled my body, pinning me to the
bed, and cuffed my other wrist. I tugged on the restraints, but not hard enough
to do any damage to his bed. I didn’t entirely mind being his captive.
    “Now where were we?” Raul said, the vibrator buzzing again.
He tore open another condom, tossing the wrapper to the floor, and rolled the
green latex over the cylinder. He skimmed my wet panties away and settled
between my legs. Testing the device on the crease of my leg, he asked, “How’s
that speed?”
    I giggled and squirmed.
    Grinning, he wiggled his eyebrows at me and teased my pussy
lips with the vibrator, testing and experimenting, getting the lay of the land.
    I moaned, feeling the vibration near my clit. “God, yes.”
    “Yeah?”
    I dug my heels into the mattress and moved against the toy,
coating the latex with my slippery juices. He slowly dragged the vibrator back
and forth between my slick labia, rubbing the tip against my clit. I felt the
rumble deep inside, which was where I wanted the battery-operated dildo, so I
could slide against its length.
    “Fuck me with