Burning Passion Chapter 70

He could feel she had a thin bra underneath. But still her nipple was so aroused he easily located it and pinched it between his thumb and finger. "Mmmm, Santa. That feels nice." She moaned. He pulled her nipple firmly. She tugged at the pillow.

Chris helped ease her access by using his other hand to pull his pants out. The pillow slid out.

He let his pants drop to the floor and placed his hand on her other breast.

The Christmas music in the background was a familiar song with the refrain "Let it snow, let it snow..."

Beth sang, "Let it grow, let it grow..."

She could see his cock trapped and bent down in his briefs. The tip was swollen and sticking out the leg hole of his underwear. A thin bead of precum was dripping down his hairy leg. "My, my Santa, it looks like such a big north pole you have. And there's a melting icicle dripping from it. mmmm." Beth licked her lips.

"You're so naughty little girl. Naughty girls get sticks for Christmas." He teased her. His hands felt wonderful on her breasts. "Oh Santa Naughty girls get pricks not sticks. Long hard pricks."

She could feel her nipples getting harder and harder as he rolled them with his thumb and massaged with taunt stroking circular pressure. Her pussy was dripping in her panties. "My naughty pussy is feeling very naughty and wet."

"I love naughty wet pussy." Chris replied as he imagined the deep red darkness of her panties soaked with her creaminess. He could see the hungry lust in her eyes as she continued her locked eye focus on his cock. "Would you like a candy cane little girl?"

"Oh yes." Beth's reply was breathy and full of desire.

Chris took her hand and pulled it into contact with his underwear. "Oh baby you're so hard."

Her hand spread open and she covered what she could of his enormous rod. It felt warm and very hard as she squeezed his cock. "I want to suck your cock." She whispered.

Chris released her hand and she held it against him. She stroked his cotton covered cock on her own. She was almost continuously moaning now. Her hungry mouth was lip smacking and tongue tapping. She wanted to see his cock in all its glory.

He moved his hand to her shoulder. She felt the hand pressing firm. She easily gave in to the pressure and dropped to her knees. She was lip level to his cock and stroking it through his underwear. "Oh baby, give it to me. Give me your candy cane to lick." She begged. It was time to unwrap her Christmas gift.

She easily pulled his underwear down past his knees to the floor and bared his cock. It was long and tapered and swollen in girth.

Someone had done an excellent job of circumcision leaving the tip of his cock tapered and conical. She moaned her approval like a rich food as she felt Chris place his hand on her head. She gave in to the clear intention his pressure led her. Her mouth closed closer and closer to his cock until her lips dropped open wider and her tongue came out.

The first lap of her tongue was over the precum leaking head of his cock. It was her Christmas candy and she licked it up, drinking it down her throat. Her hand explored his balls and shaft as she opened her mouth and encircled his cock head with her lips.

She teased around and around licking her mouthful. The sensation felt incredible to Chris.

Her hand surrounded his cock shaft and slid up and down it. Beth began a slow rhythmic bobbing over his cock. In and out of her mouth his cock went. Her tongue was always in tight contact with the throbbing organ.

The sounds of her wet smacking lips filled the room. Up and down her mouth took him deeper with each stroke. She felt her pussy aching. She could cum just sucking his cock. Her hand slid under her and inside her panties so she could rub her clitoris as she sucked him.

She loved his hands on the back of her head. She felt like he was controlling her and forcing her to suck his cock. She wanted to be controlled. To be made to do naughty things.

She wanted his cock. She wanted to feel it pulse and throb in her hungry mouth. Her fingers were working over her clitoris and sliding in and out of her pussy very rapidly. She knew she was going to cum and wanted him to cum with her. She took his shaft as deep as she could into her mouth and speeded her sucking and tongue stroking.

Chris began pumping his hips towards her mouth. He was fucking her mouth and she let him. She was barely holding back her orgasm. Barely controlling the rippling wave in the back of her pussy as she felt it coming closer and closer and then the infinitely wonderful rush of her orgasm began.

At the same moment, he felt his own exquisite building moment of orgasm and pumped faster and faster as he fucked her mouth. "Oooh baby. Oooh baby." He moaned. "I'm gonna cum."

She didn't stop. She wanted him to cum. She wanted him to cum in her mouth and taste his hot jism. "Now baby. Now! Cum. Chris. CUM! CUM IN MY MOUTH!, She implored him.

"Ohhhhh. Baby. I'm CUMMMMINNNGGGG!!!!!" She felt his cock tighten and spasm in her mouth then the warm creamy thick cum filling her mouth.

"MMMmmmmm" she moaned, expressing her savory pleasure. His cock thumped as cum gulped onto her tongue. She had to move his cock a little out of her mouth to make more room for his cum and to let her swallow it.

"MMM" she kept saying.

"Oh yes baby. Lick all of Santa's cum up." Chris breathed the words out as she squeezed each and every drop she could up and out his shaft onto her tongue and greedily swallowed it. She dug her tongue into his cock hole trying to coax out a tiny bit more.

Chris pulled her head back with his hands. "Stand up baby. You've been very naughty."

"Yes Santa. I'm a naughty girl."

"Were you rubbing your pussy while you sucked Santa's cock?" "Yes Santa."

"Did you cum?"

"Yes Santa."

"Give Santa a taste with your finger."

"Oh yes Santa. Yes." Beth reached under the top and her fingers easily gathered her wetness from her pussy. She brought her fingers back out and raised them. Chris eagerly anticipated her taste.

He expected her to put her fingers to his mouth, but instead, Beth raised the fingers to her own lips and smeared the pussy juice around them like a wet lip gloss. She stepped forward to Chris. "Taste my naughty pussy Santa."

Chris leaned forward, his lips and tongue to hers. He licked around her lips and tasted her pussy mixed with her sweet red lipstick. Their mouths gradually opened and tongues and lips danced and sucked in deep passionate kisses. "Oh Santa." She barely got out between his tongue strokes. Her hands drifted down to his ass as she pulled him to her. His hands slid down to her bottom and under the hem.

Finally, the feel of those panties! And they were soft and hot from the heat of her ass. But so wonderful he couldn't hold his hands still. They roamed all over her ass. He cradled, stroked, cupped, fingered, probed, and explored her ass through her panties. Her hands squeezed back on his ass letting him know her approval.

His hands began to slide around to the front of her panties. He wanted to feel her wetness. But just as he rounded her hip, she pulled away from their kiss. "Whew!" she backed up a step and only his fingertips felt the wetness of her panty crotch for the briefest of touches. "Oh Santa. You really know how to get a girl all hot." She giggled. "I need to use the little naughty girl's room."

Chris smiled. "It's right back there." Chris pointed towards the small hallway. His cock was relaxed now, but still full of length and hung down.

"I'll be right back." She smiled and as she passed Chris, she gave him a light kiss on his lips. Then impulsively, she reached out and gave his cock a little stroking pet with her hand.

Beth disappeared into the bathroom. His cock felt so good from her sucking. He gently stroked it. Standing there with his pants and underwear crumpled at his feet, he suddenly felt a bit odd. He stepped out of the pile at his feet, tossed his briefs aside and pulled the large red Santa pants back up.

The pillow and his belt were lying across the floor. To keep his pants up he had to hold them in his hand. He picked up the belt, ignoring the pillow and sat down on the small black couch beside the Christmas tree.