CHAPTER ONE - STUFFED STOCKINGS

Ava's POV

The second the lobby door bangs shut behind us, the storm outside fades into background noise.

All I hear is my own heartbeat and the wet click of Liam’s boots on the marble.

Snowflakes melt in his hair, dripping down the collar of his coat, and the cold on his skin makes the heat of his mouth feel like a brand when he slams me back against the reception desk.

“Been hard for you since the second I walked in, Ava,” he rasps, breath peppermint-sweet and filthy.

“Gonna ruin that pretty pussy before the night’s out.”

His hands, rough and greedy were all over me. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me closer before yanking my blouse open.

Buttons ping off the floor like tiny sleigh bells. My red lace bra is fighting to hold my huge tits spilling over the cups, nipples so hard they ache. Liam growls, actually growls and shoves the lace down.

The cold air bites my skin for half a heartbeat before his hot mouth seals over one beaded nipple.

“Oh…fuck Daddy” The word rips out of me, cracked and desperate.

His tongue rolling around the tip, teeth scraping just enough to send lightning straight to my clit.

My knees buckle, with my weight pressed between the desk and the outline of his hard body. He switches tits, sucking the other like he’s starving, cheeks hollowing.

“Hmmm” he moaned, spit shining on my skin when he pulls off with a wet pop.

“These massive fucking titties” he mutters, voice gravel-rough. “Been dreaming of ‘em bouncing while I fuck you senseless”

He drops lower, kissing a burning trail down my belly. His tongue dips into my navel, swirling, teasing.

“Ohhh….” I moaned, trembling, my thighs already slick with my arousal.

He snatches the thick candy cane dildo still in its box from the “Naughty Santa” display and rips it open with his teeth. The silicone is cool, ridged, striped red and white like it was made for this.

“Spread those pretty legs, baby. Daddy’s stuffing this greedy cunt with Christmas.”

I obey, hurriedly pulling my skirt and panties down my thighs in one brutal tug.

Cold air slaps my bare pussy, making me shiver. Then his fingers tease my lips, rubbing and spreading me wide.

“Please….more” I trembled under his touch, shamelessly dripping while my thighs slick with my cum, glistening under the twinkling lights.

“Look at this tight little perfect fuckhole,” he groans, licking his lip. His eyes dark with burning desire. “Begging to be stuffed”

He drags the candy-cane tip through my folds, coating it in my juices.

The ridges catch on my entrance, and when he puIs in, slow, thick, relentless, I feel every bump stretch me open.

“Hmmm..” My breath hitches, a broken moan tearing from my throat.

He twists it deeper, the curve hitting my front wall perfectly, and my eyes roll back.

“Daddy…oh God….it’s so big…”

He pumps it in short, nasty strokes while his tongue finds my clit. Sucking it hard, flicking it, sending me over the edge.

“Ahh…. don't stop” The desk creaks under my grip. My tits bounce with every thrust of the toy, nipples grazing the icy wood.

“More….please” I said panting heavily, voice cracking from screaming.

“Daddy, I'm close” I whisper, tears spilling from my eyes and jaw already aching from how wide I’ve been moaning.

“Cum on Santa’s cock, you filthy elf,” he groans, slamming the toy harder into my pussy.

“Soak this candy cane like the slut you are.”

I shatter hard. My pussy clamps down on the dildo, gushing so much it splaIs his wrist.

He laps it up, his tongue never stopping, drawing out every aftershock until I’m sobbing and oversensitive, with my thighs shaking like leaves.

He yanks the toy out with a wet sound and sucks it clean. His eyes locked on mine, tongue swirling around the ridges like he’s tasting me all over again.

My core clenches at the sight, empty and needy.

“On your knees, baby. Daddy’s cock is angry and dripping for that smart mouth.”

I drop, knees hitting the holiday rug. He unzips slow, teasing, and his cock springs free.

My mouth waters at the sight. It was thick, veined, fluId dark, with precum beading at the slit. My jaw aches just looking at it.

I open wide, tongue out, and he feeds it in inch by inch into my mouth. The stretch burns, it feels so fucking good.

“Hmm” i moan as my lips seal around him, cheeks hollowing as I take him deeper.

The vibrations making him almost lose control. He hits the back of my throat and I gag, tears pricking my eyes, but I don’t back off.

I want him.

“That’s it,” he groans, fingers fisting my hair.

“Choke on Daddy’s fat cock. Show me how bad you need this cum down your throat.”

I bob, messy and desperate, spit dripping down my chin, tits bouncing with every thrust of my head.

He fucks my face slow at first, then harder, his hips snapping. The Christmas lights casts across his abs, making the veins on his cock glow red, green and gold.

The sight make me wet, my pussy dripping all over my thighs.

“hmmmm…..” I moaned around him, the vibrations making him curse.

He pulls out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting us. “Turn around. Put your hands on the desk with your ass up.”

I scramble, bending over the counter. The wood is freezing under my palms, my tits flattening against it.

He kicks my feet wider, slaps my clit with his cock,hard.

“Ahh” I yelp, pussy clenching around nothing. I feel empty.

Liam rips the foil, then he’s at my entrance, his thick head nudging and stretching me. He slams into me in a brutal thrust and buries himself deep.

“Ahghhh….fuck” I scream incoherently, my voice raw and cracked, echoing off the rafters.

He’s so deep I feel him in my throat. Every vein drags my walls, the curve of him hitting my G-spot perfectly with every stroke.

“Ahh…there daddy, Don't stop” I scream as he increases his strokes.

“Take it, you greedy little whore,” he grunts, hips slamming. “This cunt was made for Daddy’s dick.”

He grabs the fairy lights from the garland, battery-powered and still glowing, and wraps them tight around the base of his cock like a pulsing cock-ring.

The tiny bulbs press inside me with every thrust, buzzing warm against my walls, lighting me up from the inside.

“Hmmm….ahhh….harder” I gush breathlessly, moaning broken nonsense, with my pussy fluttering around him.

“Feel that, baby? Daddy’s lighting this pussy up like the fuckin’ tree.”

He pounds into me harder, balls slapping my clit, skin slick with cum and sweat.

My tits slide on the desk, nipples raw from friction. I reach between my legs, my fingers rubbing my clit in frantic circles.

“I’m close …so close…” my voice hoarse from screaming.

“Liam….Daddy……hmmmm…I’m gonna…..ahh….”

“Do it. Milk my cock. Squirt all over Daddy’s Christmas lights.”

I explode, pussy clamping like a vice, squirting so hard it splaIs the floor, the desk, his thighs.

The lights short-circuit with a pop, sparks flying. He roars, slamming deep, pumping the condom full of thick, hot ropes.

I feel every pulse, every throb, until we’re both shaking.

He pulls out slow, ties off the condom, and tosses it. The fairy lights are dead now, smoking faintly.

I collapse against the desk, legs jelly, pussy still twitching, clenching on nothing.

He zips up, smirking. “Storm’s just gettin’ started, baby. And Daddy’s got a whole box of naughty toys left.”

The stair creaks overhead.

Deliberate, heavy footsteps were coming down fast.

Ethan’s awake.

And the lobby door is still unlocked.