Santa’s Baby (Naughtier and Naughtier Book 3)

There is no Creamgirl in the room right now, and I won’t allow her entry. Now I’ve seen the true beauty of the sweet slut underneath, there is no going back.

It’s all about Tiffany. The siren who has tilted my world on its axis and sent it reeling.

“Again,” I repeat, and she tips her head back with a fuck, really?

I’ve never watched a girl play with herself to that degree before, and I need more. I want to see her rise again. To watch her come time and time again until she’s out of her fucking mind. Just like I am.

I’m only just managing to keep my cock in my pants. The mastery of self-restraint is a hard fucking task.

I break my rules just a little in order to take her hand and glide her fingertips up and down her gorgeous chubby slit, mimicking what she did to herself at the start of play.

“From the top,” I say, and she keeps her fingers in motion when I pull away, even though she’s wincing.

“It’s so sensitive, Reuben.”

“I’m sure you can handle it.”

It takes her quite some time to find her rhythm again, but I don’t push or rush her. I soak in every glorious moan and whimper as she uses her swollen cunt to level up another gear. The sheets are soaked through from her gushing, clinging to her ass as she squirms. She’s more animalistic on this round, like a true bitch in heat when she gets fully into the groove and starts winding her own handle. By the time she has the fist-sized dildo back in her cunt again, she’s staring at me as though she’s drunk on endorphins. Her body is in control of her mind.

But it’s all for her. It’s all her own doing. I’m merely an accomplice on the sidelines.

“I normally have more toys than this to help me,” she says. “I like clamps, and floggers, and things that make it hurt.”

“I’ll bear that in mind for next time. In the meantime, make the most of what you have.”

“Thank you for the presents, Santa.”

She has to haul her butt up from the bed to thread a chain of beads into her asshole. It’s glorious how they pop in, one by one, only to be yanked free in one long tear.

“I love ass play when I’m this fucking horny,” she tells me. “I have my own set of anal toys at home, but I save them for special occasions. When proposals have been shit, or I’m a desperate little bitch that can’t wait for my next booking.”

“Show me, Tiffany. Actions, not words.”

She stuffs the beads in more quickly, then rips them straight back out of her. So fucking good. She rolls her head back, still trying to fuck her pussy at the same time, but her thighs are straining with the pressure of holding herself in position. Such a big, beautiful girl that she can barely support herself.

“Shit,” she says, and gives up. Instead, she rolls over, climbing up onto all fours.

My self-mastery has to rein itself in even tighter, since I’ve got an incredible hot spot right in front of me. I’m staring at the deep crevice of her ass crack when she reaches back to spread her cheeks. It’s beyond tempting to help her out and aim her newly chosen dildo directly at the target. Her beautiful curves make it such a challenge for her to manoeuvre. She has to rub the head of the dildo up and down to find her asshole, and even then, she’s slightly out of angle. It takes her three attempts.

Fuck, my mouth is watering. I’d love a taste far more than I enjoyed dinner downstairs.

The beautiful Tiffany groans in relief when the dildo head finally pushes inside her, and she’s so horny she’s straight off and away, working her ass far harder than she teased her horny cunt.

I lean in closer, to relish the scent of her. I’m out of her view, since she has no wing mirrors. Her bouncing tits and peachy ass block me from sight.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask as she’s groaning, ramming that fake dick in real deep.

“What I’m always thinking about when I’m doing this. Dirty things I want people to do to me. Filthy things they’ve made me do. Filthy things they say.”

Her words have the same lilt as they usually do, but there is no gusto behind them. This isn’t Creamgirl being filthy, this is Tiffany herself. Tiff and Cream must be practically soulmates – with barely a whisper of difference in between. But that whisper drives me crazy.

“Does it make you wet when people call you a slut? Is that the kind of thing you think about while you’re playing?”

“Yes. I love it.”

“Degradation?”

“Degradation and the truth. I am a slut. I am a whore. I am a dirty bitch. I just love being told it.”

“What else do you love? What else are you thinking about right now?”

She pushes a hand between her legs to rub her clit – chubby fingers rough as she keeps pumping the dildo in her asshole.

“Really want to know?”

“Of course. That’s why I asked.”

She shuffles far enough to the side to be able to see me, and her eyes stay hooked on me. It gives me a strange headrush.

“You,” she says. “I’m thinking of you. Of all the filthy fucking things you’ve done to me.”

“You must have a lot of them on your mind.”Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

“Yeah, and some of them I’m unsure of, because I don’t know for sure if they were you.”

“Oh, the beauty of being hooded. So many mysteries.”

She groans again. “I just wish I could’ve seen you doing them.”

I have to swallow as I palm my dick. It takes every scrap of self-restraint I possess not to break out of this scene and launch it into a whole other stratosphere.

“Which parts, Tiffany? Which bits would you want to see me doing to you?”

She’s approaching another peak, and her meaty cunt is dribbling. Piss or pussy juices, or a combination. It’s absolutely stunning.

“Everything,” she says. “Jesus, Reuben, you could do anything to me right now. Anything, and I’d come for you.”

“Make yourself come,” I tell her. “Show me.”

The beautiful girl is too far gone to hold back, even if she wanted to. This squirt is less explosive than the last one, but it’s still a gush of pure brilliance, running down her thighs as she bucks and squeals.

“Again,” I say, before she’s even had a chance to catch her breath.

The gorgeous Tiffany does what she’s told, rolling back over to start anew.

“It’s so tender it hurts,” she says, panting.

“Do you want to stop?”

She shakes her head. “No, it makes me want it even more.”

I want to share her with those monster dildos so badly it makes my balls ache. I want to shove my hand right into her hungry cunt and take control, but I don’t. She does it all for herself.

She shows me how she plays, and exactly how she likes it. She gives me telltale signs all the while, such as the way she turns her head from side to side and grits her teeth as she’s teetering, and the way she lashes the bed with her right foot when she’s riding the waves.

I file them all to memory. I study the way she touches her own body, like it’s an art form.

“I don’t think I can take any more,” she whimpers after another round, but again, I put her hand back on her pussy, fingers just grazing her beautiful clit.

“Come on, Tiffany. I know you can.”

Her eyes are hooded, drifting. The poor creature is exhausted.

“I wish you’d just do it for me. Please, Reuben. Just fuck me. Please.”

I’m a hairline from reaching the edge of temptation. I cling on by a bastard thread.

“No, this is about you, not me, remember?”

“Oh fuck, I can’t,” she says, but her fingers keep stroking herself. “I need help. I need cock. I need you to tell me what a filthy slut I am.”

“I don’t believe that’s true.”

“Reuben, please…”

I close my eyes to resist the temptation.

“No, Tiffany.” My voice is lower. “Do it yourself. Make yourself come.”

“Fucker,” she says and it makes me smile.

She’s sore, there’s no doubt about that. She grimaces as she resumes fucking her pussy, and there is no warmup involved now. She’s sweating like she’s at an aerobics class, groaning and fighting against the fisty plastic cock like she’s giving birth.

Jesus fucking Christ. The thought almost makes me come in my pants.

I look at her big belly, her swollen tits, nipples like the proverbial bullets, and the way she’s squatting and pushing down to take it, teeth gritted.

And that’s when it hits me, full on in the face.

It sets white lights off behind my eyes. My secret of secrets. The game I never play.

This was what was under my own private hood with her the whole time, and I never knew.

Or at least, I never acknowledged it.

“Good girl,” I say. “That’s it, Tiffany. Push!”

I don’t know why the words come out of my mouth, but her eyes are straight on mine, digging. We both heard the underlying meaning.

We both understand.

Time stands still for a moment, both of us locked in a fucked-up version of our imagination. There is a vulnerability about her that strikes me in the heart. Something in her stare that holds secrets as deep as mine.

But then they disappear.

She grits her teeth with more determination and forces that fist sized bastard right into her, holding it in position as she tries to push it back out with everything she has. Her cunt splays like a holy fucking flower, and I see her muscles straining.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

“Push, Tiffany. Push!”

She’s pushing against something that will never come out, because she’s holding it in position, but she tries so hard that it makes her face go red and her pussy dribble around the intrusion.

Fuck, she’s trying to birth a fucking dildo, and I’m sure my cock is fucking leaking.

“Now come for me! Push and come for me!”

For me.

I shouldn’t have switched the focus, but it fucking works.

The sweet chubby cherub sits up on the bed and wrenches her leg underneath her to hold the dildo in position. She pushes and strains, and strums her clit like a woman possessed, pouring with sweat from the effort.

One touch of my cock and I’d be done for. I’d be fucking done for.

“It hurts,” she says. “Oh, fuck, it hurts. But I want it, I want it so much!”

“You can do it,” I tell her. “Come on, Tiffany, you can do it.”

I know her body can come, even when her mind is lost to her, and so it happens. She screams this time, a spurt gushing around the dildo as she rubs her clit like she’s on speed. And then she collapses, her whimpers almost like sobs.

“Again,” I say, and she barely takes a breath before she starts up rubbing her clit some more. “That’s it, dirty girl,” I say, and she manages a smile.

“I’ll do it as many times as you want, Reuben.”

My hands are trembling as I watch her, because I want to touch her so badly. I’m hovering, fit to burst and about to break my resolve when a noise sounds out from across the room.

The alarm is sounding on my phone.

Time’s up.

I have to suck in a breath to regain some form of composure. I’m so close to breaking. So fucking close.

Luckily, the jangle of the melody is enough to bring me back to sanity.

Just like I prayed it would be.