Good Elf Gone Wrong: A Holiday Romantic Comedy

With her hands above her head, her breasts rode high. The heeled boots she wore lifted her ass, putting her right at perfect fucking height.

I grabbed her hair. She moaned, the chains clinking softly as I kissed her, taking my time, savoring her. Her arms strained against the cuffs.

I undid the bodice of the crop top elf costume, unlacing her, letting her tits spill out. I took one in my mouth, feeling her nipple harden.

“I really want to touch you,” she gasped.

“You’re going to feel me in you soon enough, Sugarplum.”

I knelt down in front of her.

“I thought you were going to fuck me raw,” she panted as I lifted up her skirt, exposing the bright-red panties.

“Is that why you’re so wet for me?”

Hooking my finger in the string of the thin fabric, I pulled the panties to the side, flicking my tongue against the slit of her glistening, wet pussy.

She twisted in the handcuffs.

Behind her, the program ran on the computer, copying the data to the hard drive.

I licked a stripe along her pussy. Lightly. I just wanted to give her a taste. As I licked her, I tugged on the fabric, using the panties as added friction in her pussy.

“I want you in me,” she begged as I teased her. “Hudson, I need you.”

I stood up as she moaned, and I undid my belt.

“I can’t wait to bury my dick in you.”

Her arms strained against the cuffs.

My pants dropped to the floor. I fisted my cock.

Her hips rolled toward me, and I teased her clit with the head of my cock while I kissed her, rubbing my thumb over her breast.

“Fuck me,” she begged against my mouth. “Please, Hudson.”

I grabbed a condom from the nearby floating shelf, let her watch me put it on, her panties soaking up the wetness.

I stepped behind her.

I didn’t bother to take off her panties before I slammed into her. Her pussy clenched around my cock as I buried myself in her.

She was mewling and panting as I fucked her with wild abandon, like I’d wanted to do last night.

Unlike in my truck, here I had room to fuck her, spread her legs, let her feel the thick length of my cock in her tight little cunt.

“You feel so good in my pussy,” she cried deep from her throat.

The dirty words were driving me crazy. I fucked her harder, pounding into her as my fingers worked her clit.

She rocked forward against my hand then back against my cock, her hips moving in needy circles as I fucked her.

She came with a loud cry.

I wasn’t done.

I pulled out of her as she moaned. Then I stepped around in front of her and kissed her swollen mouth. Leaning down, I took one of her tits in my mouth then dug my hands into her hips, lifting her up.

In the thigh-high red boots, her legs wrapped around me. She cried out as I took her again, sucking and nipping her tits as I gave her my cock. I felt her teeth in my scalp, felt her body seize up, felt her come around me.

I gritted my teeth then pulled her off.

“How are you still hard?” she whimpered. “I want to feel you come in me.”

I ignored her and ignored my aching cock.

This is going to be a long night, buddy, I told it.

Too bad all I wanted to do was fuck her, finish in her.

I gritted my teeth and slowly unwound the side lacing on the crop-top bodice. The ribbon fluttered to the floor as she gasped.

The bodice followed. I left on her bra. Strapless, sexy, it made her tits look like presents, just waiting for me.

I practically came there as I drank in the sight of her, arms above her head, huge tits on her chest, ass high in those boots and that little skirt.

Suddenly, I lost control.

Getting behind her, I slammed my cock into her as she gasped and pleaded for me to make her come.

“I’m going to fuck you raw,” I snarled in her neck.

She whimpered as she took my cock, feeling every thick inch inside of her, begging me to claim her.

“You like that, don’t you? You’re a bad little elf.”

“Punish me, Santa,” she gasped.

I slapped her ass then pinched her tits, making her cry out.

“I’m in control here. You don’t get to call the shots.”

“Not even if I say, ‘Santa, come in my ass’?” she gasped.

Just the thought of shooting my hot cum in her was enough to make me spill my load. Gracie came again as I pounded in her, erratic, milking the last of the orgasm.

“Just for that”—I nipped her shoulder—“I’m leaving you tied up here.”

She giggled, sounding slightly drunk on the pleasure.

I quickly padded over to the laptop, tossing the condom on the way.

Only thirty-two percent.

I came back with her wine, held it up to her lips. Some of it spilled on her chin, and I lapped it up, tasting the sweet wine on her mouth.

Then I unzipped the side zipper of her skirt, and I knelt down in front of her. I brought the skirt down with me, and she stepped out of it, standing there only in the thong panties.

I mouthed her through them, making her jump.

I stood up, walked around her.

“Like what you see?” Her hair was sweaty, tangled over her face.

I unhooked her bra, let it fall to the floor. Took her huge tits in my mouth, kneading them, working the nipples with my tongue.

I snapped the band of the thong and caressed her ass.

Spreading her cheeks, I ground my bare cock against her, letting her feel me.

“Am I making you hard?” she whimpered.

“All I want to do is fuck you all night,” I whispered against her neck as I ground against her, savoring her. Shit. I better—I had 68 percent to go.

I knelt down in front of her, pulling the soaking-wet fabric to the side as I mouthed her, tasting her sweet pussy. Her moans of pleasure made me so hard, I thought I was going to come right there. Her clit was swollen, her pussy hot and ready as I lapped at her, working my tongue in the slit.

She leaned forward, resting part of her body weight on me.

I held her upright, fingers digging in her hips as I licked her, teased her, brought her to another screaming crest of pleasure.

Don’t bother checking it, I told myself. It’s not done yet.

I stood back up in front of her, playing with her tits, letting her arch against me. I dipped my head down to take one in my mouth.

“You fucked yet?” I asked, scraping my teeth on her nipple then kissed her hard on her swollen mouth, letting her taste herself on me. “Hmm?”

“Uh …”

“You feel fucked?”

I reached down her, stroking her once.

“You want me to convince you?”

“Yeah. Convince me,” she breathed.

My cock ached with need as I stepped behind her and finally slid those bright-red panties down to her ankles.

She lifted one booted foot then the other, then she was standing in front of me, sexy and beautiful, her inner thighs slick with a fine sheen of juice from her pussy.

“Damn, you’re fucking sexy,” I whispered, kissing her neck noisily and grinding against her. I turned her head so I could claim her mouth, letting her feel my hard cock against her ass.

“You want me to fuck you, or you want me to untie you and watch Christmas movies?” I asked, pressing kisses along her neck and jaw.

“Depends on the Christmas movie.”

I slapped her lightly on the ass.

“How about I give you the sequel then you can decide,” I offered, sinking down to my knees behind her. I spread her ass cheeks, mouthing her. First dipping my tongue in her pussy, then higher. She gave a loud gasp as she felt my mouth there.

“I um … Oh my gosh. Why does that feel so good?”

“I can make you feel even better,” I promised, mouthing her again, letting her feel my tongue poking at the tight pink opening.

I stood up and walked around her, grabbed her jaw.

“Or are you not feeling it?”

I picked up the lube from the floating shelf.

She watched me with huge eyes as I unscrewed the top.

“Well,” she said, her voice high-pitched. “It was a full Brazilian wax, so it seems a shame to waste it. I hate throwing money down the drain.”

I paused.

“You spent like a hundred dollars on dog treats.”

“It’s Christmas,” she protested.

“I’m going to make a white Christmas in your ass.”

“He does love the holidays.” She winked at me.

I spread her ass cheeks again, having to pause and bite my lip to keep from coming as she gasped when she felt my lubed-up fingers against her. She was so tight as I eased in a finger, first one, feeling her whole body shudder with anticipation. Then another, stretching her as she accepted me.

“You’re going to take all my virginity, aren’t you?” The words were breathy.

My cock jumped.

I added a third finger, curling them into her as she moaned and ground back against my hand.

“I want you, Hudson,” she groaned as I stroked inside of her, making sure she was good and ready for my huge cock. “I want to feel your hot cum in me.”

I swallowed, trying to get a grip as I positioned myself behind her.

“Take me,” she whimpered spreading her legs wider for me, coaxing me in.

I pushed the tip of my cock against her, more careful than when I’d taken her virginity.

“Tell me when,” I breathed in her neck.

She was so tight as I pushed into her slowly, letting her feel every inch as I filled her, stretching her. She rippled around me.

With my hands on her hips, I eased out of her.

“Your cock feels sooo good in my ass,” she slurred.

I pushed in her again, faster this time, trying to keep in control of the rhythm, keeping her steady, on the edge of pleasure.

“Faster,” she moaned. “Fuck me faster. Harder. I want to feel your cum, Hudson,” she begged.

“Fill me with your hot cum.”

Not completely losing myself, because I didn’t want to hurt her, I increased the pace, letting her feel my hard cock as I took her, taking her again and again, her cries echoing in time to my thrusts. Her tits bounced as I fucked her.

“You’re gonna make me—” She came with a cry that sent me over the edge.

“Feels so good, your cum feels so good,” she whimpered as I spilled into her, sinking my teeth in her neck, breathing hard, hissing breaths, my cock spasming in her.

She moaned softly as I disentangled myself from her.

“Okay,” she panted. “I think I’m fucked.”

“Are you?” I murmured, grabbing her jaw and kissing her mouth again.

I headed back over to the laptop while I let her catch her breath and checked the computer: 88 percent.

Almost there.

I pulled out a vibrator from under the coffee table where Gracie had her laptop.

So sue me. I had no idea how much data she had hoarded on that laptop, and it was that or the off-market Viagra Jake was trying to peddle to me.

I came back over to Gracie and stood in front of her, kissed her nose, her chin.

“You fucked?” I asked her, showering her with little kisses. “Are you sure you’re fucked?”

“Yeah,” she gasped.

I turned on the vibrator.

“Extra extra sure?” I breathed in her ear.

As soon as the vibrator touched her clit, she was a whimpering, shuddering mess.

“Hudson,” she cried, half leaning on me, her skin hot against my bare chest. “You gonna make me come again?”

“Well,” I took away the vibrator. “You said you were fucked, so I guess not.”

“Asshole.”

There was that hungry desire in her eyes again.

I reached for the cuffs.

Her forehead tipped forward, banging into my nose as she kissed me, biting my lip.

“Make me come again.”

“I guess I can extend a little charity,” I told her, holding the vibrator back against her pussy, satisfied when she let out a soft cry. “It is Christmas, after all.”

I felt myself grow hard again as I listened to her gasping, needy noises and watched her grind her hips against my hand and the vibrator.

You better pace yourself.

“You fucked yet?”

“Nooo,” she slurred. Her hips rocked against the vibrator as she took her pleasure from it. Her hair, sweaty, was plastered to her forehead.

“You look pretty fucked to me,” I told her, nipping her ear.

Using my fingers, I scissored them inside of her, using three fingers to fuck her, stretch her, send her over the edge. Her pussy gushed all over my hand as she came on the vibrator.

“Oh, Hudson!”

Her gasps were throaty, lusty.

“You fucked?” I asked, still holding the vibrator against her pussy.

“I need you,” she pleaded.

Taking the vibrator away, I set it back on the table, checked the progress, then approached her. Seeing my cum dripping down her legs, her tits rising and falling, was enough to make me fully hard again.

I trailed my wet fingers over her mouth. She nipped the tips of my fingers then suckled them.

I couldn’t help it. I slipped my cock between her legs, playing in her pussy.

“You gonna come for me again?” I asked her, kissing the bruises on her shoulder.

I grabbed her round ass, spreading her cheeks. She was still slick with my cum.

“Can I fuck your ass again, Sugarplum?”

He answer was a shaking, “Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want to feel you come in my ass,” she moaned.

That was all I needed.

I forced my hard cock in her as she let out a loud cry of pleasure.

I took her harder than I had the first time, knowing she could take me.

“Your cock feels so good.” She strained against the handcuffs.

“You feel so tight, Gracie. God, you’re such a good fuck.” I cursed as I pounded in her, sinking my teeth into her shoulder. I felt her come around me.

“You’re mine, Gracie. Don’t ever forget it.”

With one last thrust, I spasmed in her, filling her.

“I’m yours,” she said breathlessly. “I’m yours.”

There was a faint beep from the laptop.

I disguised it my nipping her ear and growling, “I’ve never fucked anyone like I have you.”

I gave her another sloppy kiss, still inside of her, not wanting to let her go just yet.

I had to. The data was copied.

I slowly withdrew.

This was the last time I was going to have Gracie.

And I would do anything to keep her.