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  And where is she from? Some small town in the middle of nowhere. Puhhh. I’m sure she’ll be blown away by a guy like me.

  I’ve got the looks, the money, and a big cock just for her tonight.

  I’ve been using the Bathmate Hydromax Penis Pump for over a year now. I measured myself at a full five inches in the shower yesterday, and I’m ready to let her experience all of it…at least for one night.

  It was genius of Mister Dudley to drop a ton of work on her just before the holidays. Now she probably feels lonely, tired, and in need of a little lovin’.

  Well, that’s where I come in.

  I pull out my company laptop and type in the administrator username and password. Can’t believe the IT guy typed it on my computer last week while I was standing right over his shoulder. Sucker!

  Not to mention I have a keylogger installed on my desktop so I was easily able to record the keystrokes. Now that I have the administrator username and password I can access anything within our entire company. I just need to remember to erase my digital footprints and it’s all good. I’ll never get caught.

  I type in Walker and three names come up. Doug, Tristan, and Carol.

  “There she is,” I say. I crack open the last of my six pack and take a big gulp.

  I click twice on her name and all her information comes up. I read through her file including the notes on her interview, the highlights of her university work, where she’s from exactly, and her marital status. Single. Not that I expected anything else nor would it even matter. No one can compete with the Jare-nator.

  I scroll back up to the top and look at her personal particulars. Home address. Check. Emergency contact. Check. And the emergency contact is another girl’s name at the same address. College roommates no doubt.

  I pull up Facebook and put the other girl’s name into the search bar. The third match looks like her. I click and open it.

  Jackpot! She’s already posting holiday photos from….I look to see if the location is tagged. Boston. Bingo. She’s long, long gone.

  It’s almost for sure that Carol’s home alone over there at her place right now.

  I’m gonna show up and surprise her. Nobody else at the office is beating me to the new girl.

  I open my Uber app and enter her address. Car can be to my house in five minutes and to hers in less than twenty. I’m loving these empty Christmas Eve streets already. No traffic means no waiting. I’ll be at her place before the top of the hour. I confirm the ride and run to the bathroom real quick.

  I handle my business and then squirt on some cologne. How will she ever resist this handsome bastard?

  “You da man,” I say as I point at myself in the mirror. And I sure the fuck am. At least that’s what I’m telling myself. Just fake it till ya make it right?

  That’s my plan, and it’s time to put that plan into action.

  CHAPTER 12

  Carol

  Christmas

  I hear a knock on the door and I slide the paperwork into my bag. I wasn’t able to quite finish everything at the office these past two days, but that’s okay. I can work on it tomorrow or the day after. What I did already complete is stacked so high it’s going to take them at least a week to get through.

  I hear a knock on the door and look at my watch. Colt’s early. And he got right into the building. It seems like nothing can keep him away from me.

  I look through the peephole, but he’s covering it, most likely with his thumb.

  “Who is it?” I tease in my voice impersonation of the girl in the scary movie who’s about to get killed.

  “The Big Bad Wolf,” comes back in deep, rich, bass tones. And just like Little Red Riding Hood I’m ready to get eaten.

  “Well, in that case,” I say as I slide the chain from the lock and unlock the second lock on the knob.

  I open the door and there stands Colt. He’s leaning on the doorjamb as looking sexy as all get out. I could take a picture and sell it as a poster. Girls would pay any price and I’d still sell millions.

  “Merry Christmas,” he says as his other hand comes from behind his back and presents me with a lovely arrangement of poinsettias.

  “Look what Santa brought,” I say as I give him a big hug. “Oh,” I say when I feel his erection pressing against me. “Looks like he brought lots of gifts.”

  “And that one seems ready to be unwrapped,” Colt says.

  “Speaking of unwrapping,” I say. “Victoria’s Secret wrapped your gift.”

  “Oh did she?”

  “Let’s just say it’s going to be a white Christmas.” I say.

  “I like the snow, but I like those southern tornados too. That’s how you’re making me feel right now.”

  “Oh yeah.”

  Colt comes into the apartment and lifts me up off the ground holding me in his arms. I wrap my legs around him just as I hear him kick the door closed.

  I had a different idea in mind for how we’d share our first kiss, but I can see the lust in his eyes has other plans. I don’t blame him one bit. I feel it too. After we got so worked up the other night and then had to spend two days apart I can’t even pretend to be able to resist him right now. It took everything I had to focus on my work the last two days. I had to keep catching myself as my mind wandered off to the idea of him taking me on one of the desks in the office. Living out a naughty office romance fantasy with a real life cowboy. Talk about a double whopper.

  I take Colt’s face in my hands as he carries me through the house and towards the bedroom. The blinds are open and it’s just started to snow. It’s as if the universe is cooperating.

  “Aren’t I heavy?” I ask.

  “Light as a goose feather,” he says.

  He’s carried me all the way in here like it was nothing. He didn’t even take his eyes off mine. So I’m light as a goose feather and he can multitask while never losing focus of me. Talk about the perfect man.

  I run my hands down his rugged jawline, feeling the stubble on his face and the roughness of his skin. This is a man who most certainly has never applied anything to his face other than bar soap and water. I doubt he even owns a moisturizer, sunscreen, or even hand soap. He’s a bar soap shower in the morning followed by bacon and eggs kind of guy. And then he works up a sweat and takes another, unless he uses the garden hose or the creek.

  But no shower now. I want to get hot and sweaty with him. To take in his smell as it only gets muskier, more feral, and more potent. Who needs cologne when you’ve got it naturally?

  I lean in placing one wrist on top of the other behind his neck as my forearms rest on his shoulders.

  He’s not saying anything, just looking at me. I can’t take it anymore. I close the distance between us and my lips crash into his. It’s far from a one-sided kiss. The instant I feel his lips on mine fireworks explode in my mind then suddenly I feel his mouth press back even harder than I’m pressing into his.

  I feel one of his hands release its grip from my bottom and quickly it’s on the back of my head. His fingers massage the back of my scalp before trickling down my neck and then massaging my shoulders. They slide back up again and he’s running his fingers through my hair and pressing my lips harder into his, not that my lips needed any help.

  I want him so bad right now. I want him inside me and I don’t want to wait.

  He takes a step forward and my back presses against the wall. I hear a picture drop from the wall and I don’t even care. Pictures frames are replaceable, memories like these are once in a lifetime.

  His hand continues maneuvering against the back of my scalp while his other hand squeezes my ass hard.

  Suddenly I feel him release as he tosses me onto my bed.

  “Oh! The tiger is on the prowl,” I say as I tear off my dress.

  Colt reaches for that big buckle of his and unhooks it without saying a word. That smirk of his has returned to his face as he slides the deep, dark leather though the belt loops until the belt is free.

  H
e folds it in half and then pulls it tight in his hands causing it to emit a cracking sound.

  “Have you been naughty or nice this year?”

  “I’ve been very, very naughty,” I say.

  “Santa doesn’t like a naughty girl,” Colt says. “But I sure do.”

  Colt comes flying at me on the bed. He grabs me by the waist and flips me over. I try to claw at the sheets to get away, but he’s too strong and too fast…plus I want to be caught anyways.

  A giggle escapes me at our little game as I feel my middle laid out across his lap.

  “Are naughty girls allowed to wear white?” Colt asks. I turn my head back and see him nearly salivating as he stares at my ass which is draped over his lap.

  “I haven’t been naughty in every way,” I say in my best Marilyn Monroe voice. “And I saved one particular gift just for you cowboy.”

  His head quickly rotates toward mine and he locks those beautiful eyes of his on mine as he realizes the meaning of my words.

  “You’re turning me into an animal,” he says.

  “That’s my intention,” I say.

  “But this requires something special, not what I had in mind.”

  “What you have in mind is exactly what I have in mind,” I say. “I want to be fucked into next week.”

  “Do you know what you’re really saying?”

  “There’s only one way to find out.”

  Colt squeezes my ass cheek hard over the top of my white panties. He’s kneading it like a loaf of bread, but the only thing that’s rising is his cock. I can feel it struggling against his jeans as it presses into me.

  “Arrr,” he says as he leans forward and bites my ass!

  “Oh my god,” I say. I’m not sure what I’ve done but I’ve clearly let loose the beast inside him.

  CHAPTER 13

  Colt

  I lift up my hand and send it down hard on her ass. If she wants the animal I’ll give her a little taste and see if she can really handle it.

  Slap!

  My slap turns into a grab and I watch her ass jiggle. Damn I want that Christmas Jell-O.

  I hear her moan. “Harder daddy,” she says.

  How many role-playing games do we have going on here?

  I don’t care. All I care is that I’ve got her, and by got her I mean I’ve really got her. I dig in with my grip on her ass before raising my hand again and then bringing it down on her ass a second time.

  “Like that,” she moans. “Again.”

  “I’m the one who’s in charge here,” I say, but by what she’s doing to me right now that might not be the complete truth. I feel like I’ve got her, and I do, but damn if this girl doesn’t have me too.

  This time I lift up my belt and bring it down with medium force on her ass.

  “Uhhh,” she says. “Harder.”

  I’m not about to argue that. I raise the belt again and send it back down.

  Crack!

  I see a red mark forming and I lean forward and give it a kiss.

  “Again,” she pleads. I had no idea she had this inside of her or was even capable of it. And I had no idea anyone was capable of having such power over me. Every second I’m becoming more and more crazy for her. Pent up lust and desire are becoming realized, but it’s so much more than this.

  This girl is untouched and here I am the first one to claim her. But I’m not out to claim her in some sort of juvenile attempt at power, not at all. I’m going to claim her now and claim her for good. Make her mine right now and forever.

  I raise my belt again and send it crashing down on both of her cheeks sending her body shooting forward.

  “Uhhh,” she moans.

  I slide my other hand along the arch in her lower back and run it up the curve of her spine until I find enough hair I can wrap up around my fist.

  I tug her hair back gently and give her the belt again.

  “Oh my god,” she says. “Faster.”

  I do it again. And then again. And again.

  She’s breathing harder as my dick throbs and I lose control. I bring the belt down in rapid succession and pull her hair even more.

  “Ahhhhhh!” she yells. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

  I feel her entire body shake as she lets loose.

  I drop the belt and slide two fingers toward her opening. Damn, she is dripping.

  I slowly slide my fingers in as I feel her pussy pulsate against them before locking on. I couldn’t pull them out if I wanted to, not that I ever would.

  I watch as her calves twitch and her lower back curves even more.

  I slowly release her hair with my left hand and slide my arm underneath her chest, lifting her towards me.

  She reaches back and kisses me hungrily.

  That was damn intense and it was only a few minutes. I can hardly wait for what the rest of the night has in store.

  CHAPTER 14

  Carol

  Colt senses me trying to get up off of his lap and he lifts me and carefully lays me down on the bed. My chest is still heaving as I try and catch my breath. His feet are still firmly on the floor off the side of the bed so he’s facing away. I can see he’s also still processing what just happened.

  I reach out my hand toward him and run my finger along his side. It feels good but I want to feel him, not his shirt.

  I tug at his shirt lifting it from his pants. It’s much easier since he doesn’t have a belt on. But what a miraculous belt he does have.

  The way the leather felt against my skin. He was strong and firm, but we were on the same page the entire time. He never took it too far and because of that it was perfect. But now I want the real thing. Everything.

  “Whatcha thinking?” I ask.

  He stands up and my hand loses touch. I miss the feel of him instantly.

  He turns to face me and he begins unbuttoning his shirt.

  “I’m thinking of exactly everything I want to do to you,” he says.

  “I’m thinking the same,” I say.

  “Oh, I don’t think you are. You have no idea.”

  “I have a lot of ideas.”

  “Is that so?” he asks as he slides off the first of his boots.

  “I guess you’ll have to see for yourself.”

  “Oh, I’m gonna see all right. And you are too.”

  “I can see I’m getting closer to something I’ve been waiting to see for a long long time.” I say.

  Colt tosses his second boot off to the side and then slides out of his jeans.

  All that’s left is his underwear and this cowboy’s completely ready for the rodeo I’ve got planned.

  But he doesn’t oblige. He comes closer to the bed and then mounts the bed, but not me.

  “Aren’t you going to lose these?” I ask tugging at his waistband.

  “Figured I unwrap my gift first. See what Santa brought.”

  “That’s not fair,” I say. “I want to unwrap my gift too.”

  “All right then. We both unwrap on three.”

  I like his playful idea. “Okay. On three I say.”

  “One,” he begins.”

  “Three!” I say. I tickle him something fierce and yank down his underwear. Oh my god! I freeze up.

  I feel his hands slide around my back and my bra pop off. He pulls it away and then tickles me. I reach for my armpits which gives him the chance to dart his hands toward my waist and yank down my panties.

  He pulls my panties off and then stands next to the bed, pulling down his underwear the rest of the way.

  As much as I thought I wanted it rough, and I do, I’m not so sure I’m ready for that. He would literally break me in half with that thing he’s got between his legs.

  “You’re gonna put all that in me?” I ask, my mouth hanging open.

  “Every last inch.”

  “Oh my,” I say. And that’s all I say partly because I’m not sure just what to say.

  “Don’t worry. We’ve got all night. I’ll be gentle,” he
says.

  “Thank you,” I say. I exhale hard, still staring at just how big he is. I haven’t seen a ruler in years, but darn if it doesn’t remind me of one. Just a lot thicker.