Naughty Little Elf (4)

I was trembling. Not from cold but from pure, overwhelming need. My elf dress was bunched around my waist, panties long gone, and I was straddling Nick’s lap on Santa’s massive velvet throne like it was built for exactly this kind of sin.

Marcus stood behind me, tunic gone, pants shoved down just enough. His hands gripped my hips, thumbs spreading me open while he dragged the head of his cock through my wetness, teasing, coating himself.

Two older men, both hard for me and are about to take me at the same time.

I’d never done this. Never even dreamed it could feel this filthy-good.

“Look at her,” Marcus rasped, voice rough with awe. “Eighteen and already dripping for both of us. That tight little pussy begging to be stretched.”

Nick’s blue eyes locked on mine, one hand tangled in my ponytail, the other cupping my breast through the velvet dress, thumb flicking my nipple until I whimpered. “You want this, Mia?” he asked again, like he needed to hear it one more time. “Both of us inside you? Filling you up until you can’t think straight?”

I nodded frantically, rocking my hips, trying to sink down onto him. “Please. I need it. I need you both. Fuck me.please, just fuck me.”

Nick groaned, guiding me down slowly until I was fully seated on him. The stretch burned so perfectly I cried out, head falling back against Marcus’s shoulder as he steadied me. He filled me completely, his cock throbbing deep inside, hitting spots that made my toes curl.

“Fuck,” Nick hissed, hips jerking up involuntarily. “So tight. Been thinking about this pussy for years. Watching you prance around the neighborhood in those little shorts, imagining how you’d feel wrapped around me like this.”

Years.

The confession made me clench around him, and he cursed again, gripping my waist hard enough to bruise. “That’s it, baby. Squeeze Daddy’s cock. Show me how much you want it.”

Marcus leaned over me, mouth at my ear, hot breath sending shivers down my spine. “Gonna fill you up now, baby girl. You ready for me? Ready to take two cocks like the greedy little slut you are?”

I couldn’t speak. I just nodded, reaching back to grip his thigh, urging him closer. The filthy words lit me up inside, making my clit throb against Nick’s base.

He didn’t make me wait.

The blunt pressure at my entrance made me gasp. Nick stilled inside me, holding me open with his hands on my thighs as Marcus pushed in slowly and relentlessly, stretching me beyond anything I’d ever felt. It was tight,the burn mixed with pleasure as he inched deeper, my body resisting and yielding at the same time.

“Oh God—fuck—it’s too much,” I moaned, voice breaking. Tears pricked my eyes, but I didn’t want him to stop. I pushed back against him, taking more, until…finally! he was seated fully, both of them buried deep inside me.

I’d never felt so full. So owned. Their cocks pressed together inside me, separated only by that thin wall, pulsing in rhythm with my heartbeat.

“Fuck, Nick, feel how tight she is around us?” Marcus groaned, his hands shaking on my hips. “Like she was made for this. Made to be our little fucktoy.”

Nick’s beard scraped my throat as he nuzzled closer, one hand sliding down to rub slow circles on my clit. “She’s perfect. So wet and eager. You love it, don’t you, Mia? Love being stuffed full of older cock on Santa’s throne?”

“Yes! fuck, yes,” I sobbed, my body adjusting, the burn fading into pure ecstasy. I rolled my hips experimentally, and both men groaned in unison, the sound vibrating through me.

They gave me a moment,just breathing and adjusting. Nick kissed my neck, sucking hard enough to leave bruises I’d have to hide under scarves tomorrow. Marcus stroked my sides, whispering how good I was, how perfect, his cock twitching inside me like it couldn’t wait.

Then they moved.

Nick first. He slowly thrusted up into me, deep and deliberate, making me moan loud and long. “That’s my girl. Take it. Take Daddy’s cock nice and deep.”

Marcus pulled back at the same time, almost out, then drove in as Nick retreated. A perfect rhythm, one in, one out, never empty, always stuffed. The slide was slick, filthy sounds filling the grotto,wet slaps, my gasps, their grunts.

“Oh—fuck,harder,” I begged, hands clawing at Nick’s shoulders, nails digging through the shirt as I bounced between them, chasing the overwhelming pleasure building fast and brutal. The throne creaked beneath us, velvet soft against my knees, holiday lights twinkling like a thousand tiny witnesses to my complete undoing.

Marcus’s grip tightened on my hips, slamming in harder now, each thrust pushing me down onto Nick. “You hear that, baby girl? Hear how wet you are for us? Sloppy little pussy sucking us in like it can’t get enough.”

I moaned louder, the words making me clench tighter around them both. “Yes,fuck! yes,don’t stop. Fuck me like you own me.”

“We do own you,” Nick growled, thrusting up sharp and fast, his hand leaving my clit to yank down the neckline of my dress, exposing my breasts. He latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while pinching the other, the dual sensation making me arch and scream.

Marcus reached around, fingers finding my clit again, rubbing rough circles that matched their punishing rhythm. “Come on, Mia. Come for us. Want to feel this pretty pussy squeeze us both,milk every drop out of our cocks.”

I was already there,teetering on the edge. The dual fullness, the stretch, the way they filled every inch of me,it was too much. Too perfect. Their bodies pinned me between them, sweat-slick skin sliding, breaths mingling with mine.

“Fuck—yes—right there,” I gasped as Nick angled his hips, hitting that spot deep inside that made stars burst behind my eyes. Marcus matched him, thrusting in sync now,both deep at the same time, stretching me impossibly wider.

“Gonna fill you up, baby,” Marcus panted, his free hand fisting in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. “Pump you so full of cum you’ll be leaking us for days. Every time you sit down, you’ll remember how we ruined this tight hole.”

The filthy promise pushed me over. My orgasm hit like a wave, crashing hard, vision whiting out as I screamed. “Nick! Marcus! fuck—yes!”

My body clenched rhythmically around them both, pulsing, gushing, soaking Nick’s lap and Marcus’s thighs. I shook violently, waves of pleasure ripping through me, moans turning to sobs as they kept thrusting through it, drawing it out until I thought I’d black out.

“That’s it,good girl,come all over our cocks,” Nick praised, his voice strained, hips stuttering as he chased his own release. He buried his face in my neck, beard scratching deliciously, grunting my name like a mantra. “Mia,fuck,Mia.”

I felt it when he came,hot, thick pulses deep inside me, his cock jerking as he filled me up, spilling over and over with a long, guttural groan that vibrated against my skin.

Marcus wasn’t far behind. His fingers dug into my hips, thrusts turning erratic, desperate. “Shit baby girl,gonna come,take it all,” he snarled, yanking my hair harder, burying himself to the hilt and exploding with a broken curse. Rope after rope of hot cum flooded me from behind, mixing with Nick’s, leaking out around them both in messy, obscene drips.

We stayed like that,locked together, panting, sweating, trembling in the aftershocks. The fairy lights blinked softly, like they were winking at our filth. My body hummed, sore and sated.

Slowly, gently, they eased out of me. I whimpered at the loss, feeling empty and used in the most delicious way. Warm cum trickled down my thighs,both of theirs mixed together and I didn’t even care.