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St. Nick fills more than just her stocking!
Sitting on Santa's lap at the office party, Julia teasingly asks for condoms in her stocking. Instead, St. Nick pays her a Christmas Eve visit to teach her just how naughty it is to tease Santa-and make her beg him to fill her with a virile, snowy white treat.
An erotic short featuring rough, raw, unprotected creampie and breeding by a naughty, sexy Santa.
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Santa Bred Me Rough
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SANTA BRED ME ROUGH
JADE BLEU
St. Nick fills more than just her stocking!
Sitting on Santa’s lap at work, Julia teasingly asks for condoms in her stocking. Instead, St. Nick pays her a Christmas Eve visit to teach her just how naughty it is to tease Santa. By the end, he’ll make her beg him to fill her with an unprotected, virile, snowy white treat.
An erotic short featuring unprotected creampie and rough breeding under the tree.
Genre: Holiday Erotica / Bareback Unprotected Creampie / Breeding
Length: 2,616 words
Copyright © 2016 by Jade Bleu
First eBook Publication: December 2016
Cover design by Jade Bleu
All cover art and logo copyright © 2016 by Jade Bleu
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All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
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SANTA BRED ME ROUGH
JADE BLEU
I don’t know what possessed me to sit on Santa’s lap at the office Christmas party that year—the spiked punch, most likely, but I had no idea what a hot, hard lesson he was going to teach me for it.
Several women were trying to figure out who it was in the red suit and beard. Dan in accounting had begged off, thanks to the flu. This guy didn’t look familiar. His cheeks were rosy with liquor, no doubt, his eyes a piercing grayish-blue that made my heart race. A few of the ladies chatted him up, but I didn’t venture over until I’d slurped up a decent amount of punch.
“Ho ho,” he said, those eyes raking over my short, tight dress and spiky red heels. “Here to sit on Santa’s lap?”
“I think I’m a bit old for that,” I said, though I drew nearer. Even up close, I couldn’t figure out who he was.
“Surely you’re brave enough to tell a man what it is you want.”
His tone had shifted, still teasing, but with something hotter beneath. The booze emboldened me, and so I strutted up and planted my ass on his knee.
“So what do you want Santa to bring you this year?” he asked. “And do you think you’ve been a good enough girl to get it?”
He smelled like cinnamon spice as I leaned close to his ear. “I’m fairly sure I’ve been rather naughty. But if you bring me what I want, I promise to be better next year.”
His gloved hand slid tight around my waist. “And what gift does the bad girl want?”
I grinned to myself. If he wanted to play, I could play too. “Stuff my stocking with condoms and you’ll find out.”
I pulled back, and those eyes were fastened on mine. Their playful twinkle had darkened. “You know that Santa might choose to stuff a naughty girl’s stocking with something else.”
“You asked what I want. I told you.”
