The snow fell softly outside, painting the windows with a delicate white lace. Inside, the air crackled with a different kind of tension. Phoebe, my Asian babysitter, was supposed to be making hot chocolate, but her eyes kept meeting mine across the living room. She was wearing a tight red dress – a little too festive, maybe? – and her PAWG ass looked incredible when she bent over to adjust the Christmas tree lights.
I cleared my throat. "Need any help with that?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
She turned, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Maybe I do," she purred, her voice a husky whisper. "I seem to have lost my… Christmas spirit."
My heart pounded. This was insane. She was my babysitter! But the way she was looking at me, the way she bit her lip… it was driving me crazy.
"I think I can help you find it," I said, my voice trembling slightly. I walked towards her, drawn in like a moth to a flame. When I reached her, I gently took her hand and guided her to my room.
We kissed. It started slow, innocent almost, but quickly escalated into something wild and sensual. Her tongue danced with mine, and I could feel the heat radiating from her body.
Clothes were shed, boundaries blurred. She wanted it hard and rough. The dress ripped, a thrilling sound that fueled the fire. Every thrust and moan had a purpose.
Soon, I had her pinned to the bed, her legs wrapped around my waist as I pounded into her, her wetness surrounding me like a glove. She screamed, a primal release that echoed through the room. I came hard inside her, the pleasure so intense it almost hurt. That was the sweetest and the most forbidden christmas wish I have ever got.
Afterward, we lay there panting, tangled in the sheets, the silence punctuated only by our ragged breaths. It was wrong, it was reckless, but God, it felt so good.
She licked her lips, tracing her finger along my jaw. “Merry Christmas,” she whispered, a sly smile playing on her lips.
I grinned back. “Merry Christmas to me.”
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Danny Mountain