Landslide

by NJ Cole

  I heard his shower turn off and decided it was now or never. I’d go and wait next to the tree, then offer myself as a gift and hope he liked the wrapping paper.

  I had hoped to surprise him, and by the look in his eyes, he was…as well as aroused. He’d surprised me, too.

  I’d never told anyone about my thing for Santa Claus, but I’d been fantasizing about him practically my entire life. It started when I was eleven years old. I’d had a dream one night about Santa coming down my chimney, tying me up, and having his way with me. Waking up hot and bothered to find my panties drenched and my clit swollen, I had masturbated to the memory of the dream.

  Now, eight years later, it looked like my fantasy might come true. Maxwell didn’t disappoint; he’d kissed me, spanked me, and licked my pussy until I had screamed out blasphemous things while standing in front of the tree. I trembled as he kissed his way back up my body, not sure how much longer my legs would be able to hold me.

  As if sensing my need, he pulled me to him and placed me on the carpet under the tree. Pulling off the Santa suit and rolling on a condom, he stood above me in all his glory.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured, looking down at me and echoing my exact thoughts as I admired his body, lit only by the glow of the Christmas tree.

  He covered my body with his, and while staring into my eyes, he entered me slowly—his movements tender and loving. We kissed the entire time he took my body, only stopping occasionally when he moved his mouth to my breasts. As slow and leisurely as it was, I couldn’t help the feeling that was building between my legs. I began to breathe hard, reveling in the friction each thrust gave me. “Oh…oh…oh…” I moaned, throwing my head back while he sucked hard on my nipples.

  “So perfect,” he growled, licking and kissing his way back up to my neck. “Such a good girl.”

  His words and the relentless, yet amazing, movement of his body, sent me over the edge. “Mmmm, Daddy,” I groaned seconds before he caught my lower lip between his teeth, pulling it into his mouth.

  His thrusts became harder until, a few moments later, I felt him still with the exception of his cock—which pulsed inside of me—and his tongue, which soothed my now puffy lower lip.

  I thought we were finished when he pulled out of me and sat back. It turns out it was only the beginning. He tore open another condom wrapper, and after replacing the used one, lay back onto the carpet.

  His demeanor had changed, as was evident from the grin on his face and his words. “Babygirl, Santa wants to see you ride my cock.”

  I swear my pussy clenched at his words. Being on top was my favorite position, but this time he made it even better. As I was riding him, he pulled me forward so he could suck on my breasts. He held me tightly to him, the suction so great I knew there would be marks in the morning, and I couldn’t have been happier. The faster I rocked and ground my clit into his firm abdomen, the more excited I became. An orgasm was building, and I knew I’d need to sit up to find my release. He seemed to realize it, too, and held on to me even tighter.

  “UNGH!” I groaned in protest.

  “My body,” he whispered around a mouthful of breast.

  I rocked faster and faster. The orgasm was right there, painfully so, and I begged for release. “Please!” I cried out.

  He held me tightly, though his hand slid down my back and over my ass. Pulling my cheeks apart, his finger circled my puckered hole.

  “Please…please…please…” I chanted, rocking harder and faster, pushing against his strong arms to no avail.

  His finger, circling round and round and round, moved closer to the center and finally pressed into me.

  The feeling was so intense I screamed out and pushed off of him with all of my might just as he released me from his grip.

  “Come for me, Angel,” he smiled. His words were unnecessary, though, because I was already squirting all over his abdomen and chest. As I rode out my orgasm, he thrust up into me, achieving his own rapture. I wanted to be embarrassed at the fluid that left my body in a stream, but I was feeling too good to notice anything but the euphoria from the most mind blowing orgasm of my life.

  Unceremoniously, I collapsed onto his chest, only then realizing the extent of the mess I’d made.

  I’d have been content to sleep right there, in a puddle of my own come while lying on top of him, impaled by his cock, but he had other plans. Besides, I was sure that if my dad made it here early, he would not have been happy with what he found under the tree Christmas morning.

  “I could look at you in this light all night, but Babygirl, I’d like to get you into bed. Would you like to spend the night with me?”

  “Mmmmm, yes, Daddy,” I moaned, wiggling my hips.

  “That’s enough of that, little girl. You have worn Santa’s cock out.”

  It turned out that I hadn’t worn it out, because after locking up and turning off the lights of the tree, we met in his bed. He held me in his arms and we fell asleep until I was woken by light kisses on my shoulders.

  “Are you sore, Babygirl?”

  I shook my head.

  “Mmmmm, such a good girl.”

  He took me again, from behind this time, holding onto me tightly as he joined his body with mine. Rolling my nipples between his fingers, he thrust into me, picking up speed until he was pinching and pulling roughly and moving his hips quickly.

  “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough,” he growled, coming while deep inside me. When we had finished, I drifted off to sleep, feeling content. I wished it could always be like this. I felt a bit sad that I couldn’t imagine ever finding a husband that made me feel the way Maxwell did.

  “Please tell me that doesn’t hurt too much,” he whispered when I opened my eyes to the early morning light. I had no idea what he was saying, but I followed his eyes to my breasts. There were several purple and red marks covering them.

  I loved it.

  “It doesn’t hurt at all, Daddy,” I smiled, still loving that I was able to use the name. “But you could still kiss it better.”

  He laughed and lowered his head. His tongue was heavenly, but a growl from my stomach stopped his kisses.

  “We need to eat, and besides, don’t you want to see if Santa brought you anything?”

  I couldn’t help the giggle. “Santa gave me quite a large package last night.”

  “You are incorrigible! Now go shower, Babygirl. I’ll be in in a minute.”

  True to his word, he joined me while I was rinsing my hair. “Please tell me I didn’t miss the best part,” he chuckled, picking up a washcloth and some body wash.

  Maxwell must have been a Boy Scout, because he was definitely prepared. I mean…who brings a condom into the shower with him? Someone who knows he’s going to get laid, a voice in my head teased.

  It was wonderful. We stayed in there until the water ran cold and we had to vacate.

  He grabbed a towel and began drying me off. When he got to my breasts, he stopped. “Baby, are you sure these don’t hurt?”

  I shook my head. They really didn’t; they were just love bites. “I am really sorry, though,” he said, running the pad of his thumb over a dark purple mark. “I don’t know what came over me. I’ve never marked a woman before. Then again, I’ve never…”

  His voice trailed off as he stared at nothing, deep in thought.

  “You’ve never…” I prompted.

  He shook his head, as if coming out of a fog. “Well, I’m glad it doesn’t hurt. I’m going to go get dressed, now. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

  I knew my dad would be there soon, so I dressed somewhat conservatively, wearing a festive, red plaid skirt with a black sweater. It hugged my body and showed off my curves. I’d put on a push up bra, which was doing its job, as my cleavage showed at the point of the “V” shaped neckline. I loved the way that the “Daddy’s Little Girl” necklace lay against my breasts, but I knew he would be removing it soon.

  I did add one more bit of naughty to my outfit.
Rather than putting on black pantyhose or tights, I put on black thigh high stockings. I wasn’t sure if I’d let Maxwell see, but they did make me feel sexy.

  After applying makeup and doing my hair, I pulled my dad’s present from my bag. I’d gotten him an e-reader; it was about time that he joined this century. I took the thin box I’d brought for Maxwell out of the bag, too. It was a wool scarf that would look great with his coat. I bought it as soon as I heard we were spending Christmas together. It was the gift I’d purchased yesterday that I was second guessing.

  When he’d gone to get the tree, I started looking around the shop. A pocket watch had caught my eye amongst a small display of antique jewelry. It was silver and had a beautiful ornate design around the outside that reminded me of the beauty of Maxwell. Roman numerals were set just inside the design, giving a contrast and a look of power just as Maxwell’s career contrasted his looks. And in the center, there was a small piece of glass that gave just a glimpse of the inner workings. Maxwell rarely gave anyone that view, but I’d seen it earlier in front of the tree when he’d kissed me. It was just a taste, but it made me want to know everything about the man behind the mask he always wore.

  “May I show you something?” the shopkeeper asked me when she noticed I was looking at the watch.

  “Oh no, I was just admiring this watch.”

  “Hmmmm. Yes, it is quite a beauty.” It was, but I was sure that its price was way out of my range. “I haven’t been able to sell it because it’s engraved,” she said, taking the watch from the case. She turned it over and I read the back.

  Thinking of you all the time. ~ M

  “If you’re interested, I could have the back sanded down. I’ve been meaning to get that removed.”

  “No, it’s perfect.” I spoke without thinking. It was perfect, but I still had no idea how much it cost. “I just…how much is it?”

  The shopkeeper was looking out the window, and when I followed her eyes, I saw that Maxwell was walking across the street toward the shop. “Is it for him?” she asked. I blushed and nodded. “Well then, my dear, it is my gift to you. It’s clear that you two are in love. It made an old lady’s heart go pitter patter when he kissed you in front of the tree, earlier.”

  I wanted to correct her, to tell her that I was just fun for him, but Maxwell entered the shop at that moment. “Please, let me give you something for it,” I whispered quickly.

  “Nonsense. It’s been here for as long as I can remember, and besides, you have bought quite enough.” She looked at the trimmings I’d picked out for the tree, which I’d wanted to match the one she had on display. “Just go and enjoy each other. Merry Christmas.”

  I bit my lip at the memory. Did I really want to give him a watch that said I thought about him all the time? The thing was, I did. Taking the risk, I picked up the box and headed downstairs.

  Maxwell was sitting under the tree with two boxes in his lap.

  “You look lovely, Babygirl.”

  His words always managed to make me blush. I set my father’s gift under the tree, then sat down next to Maxwell. “I um…I got you something for Christmas,” I said, handing him the wrapped scarf.

  He smiled and took the package from me. When he opened it and felt the soft material, he smiled. “It reminds me of your skin.” I knew my cheeks were bright red.

  “I got you something, as well. Actually…a few things.” His cheeks were pink, too. “This one,” he said, handing me a small package, “I got a few days ago.” I knew what he meant. It was like the scarf; he thought he’d be giving it to me in front of my dad. I opened the box to find my favorite perfume.

  “Oh, I love it!” I exclaimed, spraying some on my wrist. “I wear this every day!”

  “I know. Every time I smell another woman wearing it, it reminds me of you, though none smell quite the same.”

  My heart beat wildly in my chest. Was he telling me he thought of me often? I was glad I’d decided to bring down the watch.

  “I uh…got you this yesterday. It was just…well…” I’d never really seen him at a loss for words except for this morning, and I loved that side of him; it was endearing.

  I took the box from him and pulled on the blue bow. Removing the silver wrapping paper, I opened the box carefully. Inside was the most beautiful snow globe I’d ever seen—a couple kissing in front of a Christmas tree. I knew exactly why he’d bought it.

  “It’s perfect,” I whispered breathlessly. Leaning over the snow globe, I kissed him.

  “There’s one more,” he said sheepishly. “It’s um…well, I just wanted you to have something to remember this special time.”

  “I did, too,” I murmured, handing him the box containing the watch. His eyebrows arched.

  “Ladies first.”

  Opening the box, I gasped at the beauty of the silver bracelet and delicate snowflake charm. I couldn’t help the tear that ran down my cheek; no man had ever bought me jewelry before. I wore very little of it, actually. Unlike the Daddy’s Little Girl necklace, I knew this was just for me, only to ever be worn by me.

  “Do you like it?” he asked nervously.

  “Oh, yes! I love it!”

  “May I put it on you?” I held out my wrist. “I was hoping that you could wear it sometimes and think of me.” I nodded, trying not to cry. How did I tell him that I had no intention of ever taking it off?

  He looked down at the box I’d given him. “Open it,” I said, sniffing away the remains of any tears, nervous once again.

  “Oh, Babygirl,” he said, opening the box and removing the watch, “it’s beautiful.” He flipped it over and the expression on his face went blank. I had no idea how to read his reaction. “Do you?”

  I nodded as the heat flooded my cheeks.

  He stared at me for the longest time, and just like the small piece of glass that showed me the inner workings of the pocket watch, his eyes showed me into his soul. There was something there I couldn’t place. It was happiness, but there was sadness, too. He looked from my eyes, to my lips and then down to my breasts. By the time his gaze returned to my face, whatever it was had vanished and was replaced with desire.

  There was a growl rumbling in his chest as his lips crashed onto mine. It wasn’t soft and sweet; it was raw and powerful. Holding me tightly to him, he pressed me back onto the carpet. His lips were still on mine but his hands were everywhere. One slid up my top and pulled a breast from my bra. The other was sliding up my leg. When it hit the top of my thigh high, he cursed.

  “Damn it, Baby! Are you trying to kill me? So fucking sexy.”

  Continuing up my leg, he reached my panties and pulled on them. I raised my hips to allow him to remove them from my body. He took his hand from my shirt and fumbled with his pants. In a matter of seconds, they were pushed down around his thighs and he was on top of me again. Just as I felt the tip start to press into me, I heard the sound of a car in the driveway.

  “Jesus fuck!” he yelled, jumping to his feet frantically while pulling up, then zipping his pants.

  I was scrambling, too, quickly putting my breast back in my bra and fixing my sweater before adjusting my skirt and sitting innocently on the floor.

  Maxwell looked at me and smiled before his eyes got wide and the color drained from his face. “Oh, God,” he said, moving to me in a rush. He reached behind my neck and unclasped the silver chain. “Thank you for giving yourself to me,” he whispered in my ear.

  He stood just as the door opened. “Merry Christmas!” my dad called, and with that, our magical moment was over.

  Chapter 13

  It was the third time she’d crossed and uncrossed her legs in five minutes. I knew what was under that skirt…or what wasn’t under it. Twice she’d given me a peek of the creamy skin just above the thigh highs. To top it off, I knew she wasn’t wearing any panties. Of this fact I was certain, because I had said panties in my pocket.

  I couldn’t believe how far gone I’d been. Not only had I been about to fuck Macken
zie on the floor in the middle of the day when her father was due to show up at any moment, but I was about to do it without a condom. And even that wasn’t what had me thinking about the events from a bit ago. It was the fact that I knew I hadn’t put on a condom and I didn’t care. I was going to take her that way. As much as I’d like to have pretended that I would have at least pulled out and came on her flat stomach, I knew that was a lie. If I’d been with her, skin on skin, I’d have buried myself deep inside her and come there, consequences be damned.

  And the ironic thing? I wasn’t sure I’d even care about the consequences. For the first time in my life, the thought of my child growing inside a woman made me happy. As a politician, I’d always thought of wives as political partners—splitting up to cover more ground on a campaign—but with Mackenzie, I’d want to be with her always. And a child…in politics they were great for photo opportunities, but a huge liability if they did anything embarrassing. Today, though, I had wanted to create a life together.

  It was ridiculous, I know. I mean…first, it would be the end of my career. Having a child out of wedlock was bad, but having a child out of wedlock with your campaign advisor’s barely-legal daughter—political suicide. And second, I doubted that at nineteen Mackenzie wanted to get married and have kids, and even if she did, it sure as hell wouldn’t be to a thirty-five year old man.