'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that sexy ass Scrooge would soon be there.

On my back, I lay all snug in my bed,

while memories of Scrooge’s thick dick danced in my head.

*Fan Fiction - One-Shot (One Scene)

—I’m going to make this One-Shot / Flash Fiction into a Book! —Stay Tuned, and enjoy!

A Climax One-Shot—One Scene

The view outside my cabin window is charming. It’s a winter wonderland of snow that’s dense and deep. Leaning against the windowsill, I revel in the warmth coming from the fireplace. It’s cozy and ideal as I stir my cup of hot toddy with a cinnamon stick. The fragrant aroma is alluring, and the alcohol makes me lethargic.

I’d been waiting for Scrooge, and as the weather worsens, I thought I might just have to spend Christmas alone. He’d assured me that I would have him all to myself this year. His main chick was spending time with her family, and he’d lied and said that he would be spending time with his.

This man’s been my secret crush since I met him at an event that his brother was hosting. I’d gone to the occasion for his brother, but I’d left there with Scrooge on my mind. He didn’t know it, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him since. Even though I continued to advocate for his brother’s attention, it was Scrooge that I couldn’t stop fantasizing about.

I’d reached out to him, and he was on board with stepping out for two nights with me. His brother didn’t have to know, and neither did his woman.

And here I am now, waiting…

I’m five cups in, and I’m about gone when a knock on the door sobers me some. Excitement rushes through my body as I stumble to the door. I don’t even stop to ponder why Scrooge isn’t using his key. My vision is slightly blurred, but I’m assured it’s him as I’m pulled into a tight embrace.

Hugging his tall frame, I shiver from the cold and gently pull him inside. I can hear him closing and locking the door as I head straight to my bedroom. I’m trying to act sober, but I know that I’m “three sheets to the wind.”

Slipping out of my robe, I have on a sexy black lace slip dress that’s solid in the front and sheer in the back. Something is placed on my dresser as Scrooge enters the room. I love how the soft fabric feels on my body, and apparently, Scrooge appreciates the view from behind. He’s come up behind me as I pull the bedspread back.

The sound of my ass being smacked is loud in the quiet cabin. I take it even further and do a bend that would have put the most advanced yoga instructor to shame. We know what we came here to do, so let’s get to it.

His dick is already hard and pokes my ass through his pants. On my hands and knees on the bed, his fingers slip past my panties, teasing my sex. The slick moisture from my pussy moistens his fingers, and I release an involuntary moan. His finger does a slow circle around my bud before fingering my pussy.

Scrooge’s pants are lowered, and his staff invades the warm wetness of my puss. Bouncing my ass on his dick, I meet his harsh steady strokes. His balls bouncing against my clit is overwhelmingly stimulating and has me saying his name on repeat in a whisper.

“Shh…” He instructs me as he pounds my pussy mercilessly.

With his hand on my hip and the other on my throat, my ass is arched higher when he gently chokes me. I’m in heavenly bliss as my orgasm starts to peak.

I don’t want it to be over with so soon. “No.” He tells me quietly when I lightly tap his leg to get him to stop. I let him get in a few more strokes before pulling away from him.

I’m face to face with his throbbing dick that has the aromatic scent of my pussy on it. I delicately lick and sample the juices from my essence on his erection. Wanting to taste all of him, my tongue circles the tip and then swallows his dick whole.

Deep-throating is a job that takes controlled concentration, and I take pleasure from hearing my name as he fucks my face. Scrooge pulls and yanks on my hair as I let him control the pace.

Humming on his dick, the vibrations send him over the edge, and his hot searing nut shoots down my throat in quick long squirts.

Lightly kissing and stroking his pulsating dick, he stops me with a hand on my wrist. Pulling him down onto the bed with me, he gathers me into the security of his arms.

Gently kissing me, I feel the beginning stirrings of his dick thickening. “Let me rest,” I say as the alcohol has fully taken effect.

The sun is shining through my bedroom window, and I must turn away from its beautiful brightness. The side where Scrooge lay is empty. Going to the kitchen to get a glass of water, the living room is empty also.

Hydrated after two glasses of water, I search the cabin for any signs of Scrooge. Coming up empty, the sound of a key in the lock brings me back to the living room.

Scrooge comes in carrying his suitcase and a wrapped gift. “Hey, Love.” Sorry, I couldn’t make it last night, the roads were blocked. He says.

I’m just standing there looking stupid. “You let the fire go out.” He comments offhandedly at the fireplace.

“What’s wrong? Aren’t you excited to see me?” He inquires.

Ignoring him, I go back to the bedroom, searching for any signs that Scrooge had been with me last night.

His side of the bed looks slept in, and frantically sniffing the bed, I can smell cologne on the sheets.

What the fuck?

“You brought me flowers? You shouldn’t have.” He says, joining me in the room and motioning to the roses on the dresser.

I go for the note, but Scrooge is quicker, plucking it from the vase of roses.

“Who the fuck is “Daddy Sug?” He questions me through slitted mistrusting eyes as his gaze wanders over the lingerie, hugging my body.

Epilogue

“Miss? Good, you’re awake.”

I open my eyes to a white ceiling and a bright light. My body hurts, and so do my eyes.

“Do you remember who did this to you?” The Nurse questions.

I remember a memorable night with an amazing man.” —“Daddy Sug.” I’d invited him over for a lil Christmas eve fun but forgot to cancel when Scrooge made plans to be with me.

Scrooge found the flowers and note, and then I woke up here.

Oh, shit.

“I walked into… a wall?” I say with an “oopsie” expression.

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