The coarse fabric of the red coat chafed against her bare skin as she stepped inside, the sharp chill of the night still lingering on her. Every movement sent small shivers over her body. Her nipples, stiff and aching, rubbed against the rough lining. She was raw, in every sense, the remnants of the night still sticky on her chest, her stomach, in her hair, the unmistakable scent of sweat and sex now mingling with the festive aroma of pine and cinnamon wafting through the house.
Her thighs trembled as she took a step forward, the soreness between her legs a vivid reminder of what had unfolded. She had been the office Santa, and she had given the boys what they wanted, five colleagues had fucked her, claimed her, marked her in ways she could still feel with every step.
She knew he’d be waiting upstairs. She had texted him that she was coming home with his present, He knew what that meant. She smiled to herself, running a finger along the coat’s edge. He’d want his turn. And tonight, she was ready to give him exactly what he wanted.
The dim glow of the Christmas lights outside filtered through the curtains, illuminating his naked form sprawled across the bed. His cock stood hard, anticipation written in every tense line of his body. When she stepped into the room, his gaze locked onto her, hungry and expectant.
She paused, fingers lingering at the belt of the coat, teasing him. Slowly, deliberately, she pulled the belt loose. The fabric parted slightly, giving him a flash of her bare chest, flushed and slick. He stared transfixed.
The coat slid from her shoulders in a tantalising cascade, pooling around her feet. His eyes widened as they roamed her exposed body, shimmering streaks of cum glistening on her skin glinting off every curve and crevice, bruises blooming across her hips, red scratches marking her thighs and back, and hickeys painting her neck and breasts.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” he murmured, his voice low and rough.
She walked toward him with a teasing sway, her lips curling into a wicked smile. Leaning down, she kissed him deeply, her breath hot against his. “I know how much you like it when I’ve been bad,” she murmured.
He growled, pulling her onto the bed in one swift motion, his palm landing a stinging slap on her ass before it hit the bed. His lips trailed over her body, tasting the other men on her skin. “My turn,” he rasped.
He lowered himself onto her, his weight pressing her into the mattress as he settled between her thighs. She could feel his cock pressing against the sensitive folds of her labia. She shuddered, her body arching beneath him as he roughly entered her sore, well used pussy. His cock stretching her, her rawness from earlier heightening the sensations as he drove deep.
“Yes, my little slut. You like that, don’t you?” he growled, his voice laced with possessive hunger.
And God, she did. She loved the way he took her in moments like this, the primal edge in his gaze as he devoured her. He never fucked her better than when she came to him like this, her body marked and used, her wanton indulgence only fuelling his desire. His thrusts grew deeper, harder, shaking the bed with their force.
“Oh, yes, yes, just like that,” she cried out breathlessly, “That’s the best cock I’ve felt all night.” His growl vibrated against her neck as he slammed into her, each stroke making her cry out.
He kept kissing her body as he thrust into her, his lips deliberately tracing the scratches, the hickeys, and the sticky trails of cum left by the others. He was relentless, each deep, pounding stroke igniting a mix of pain and pleasure that made her gasp. The raw ache of her inner walls, the sting, the overwhelming fullness, it all blurred into a sensation so intense she could barely breathe. She bit down on her lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood mixed with the lingering taste of semen.
Their pleasure built together, a crescendo of heat and raw need. It was to be her third climax of the night, but this one was different. It always was. Her husband’s grunts and snarls as each stroke into her sent electric waves through her.
“You’re my filthy dirty little slut,” he growled, his hand tangling in her hair, roughly pulling her head back so he could bite at her neck.
“Yes! Yes, I am,” she screamed, her voice thick with pleasure. “You love it. You want me used, ruined, for you to punish!”
“Damn right I do,” he snarled, slamming into her harder. “You’re my fucking whore. My bad little girl.”
Their bodies moved in perfect, rhythm, the words spilling from her lips spurring him on. “Oh God, yes, yes, yes! Don’t stop. Fuck me, just like that!” she cried, her nails raking his back as he pounded into her.
His grunts deepened, rough and raw. “I’m going to fucking cum!” he growled.
“Yes! Fuck yes! Cum inside me!” she moaned, arching against him, the heat coiling tight inside her, ready to break.
With one final, deep thrust, he exploded inside her, his cum hot and thick. She felt every throb of his cock, every pulse of his semen spilling into her, and it sent her over the edge. Her climax tore through her, her thighs quivering, muscle spasming as she clung to him. A broken wail escaped her lips as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her, leaving her a trembling, breathless mess beneath him. His weight on her, his heat inside her, it was everything she craved. Everything she needed.
For all the cocks, hands, mouths, and bodies she’d indulged in that night, she had saved this for him. Only he was allowed to shoot his seed deep into her vagina, they were trying for a baby after all.
