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he stalks towards me.
    “What are you gonna do with that, little Jaybird?”
    “Oh, don’t make me use this candy cane on you, Muff!”
    “I’d like to see what you got,” he teases.
    I giggle and go to run, but he lunges toward me, dropping his shoulder into my stomach and putting me up over his shoulder. I squeal and pummel my fists into his back. When that doesn’t work, I whack his ass with the candy cane.
    “Baby, whack my ass with that again, and I’ll make good use of it.”
    I chuckle softly, and whack his ass again. He spins suddenly, dropping me from his shoulder. He grips my shoulders when I land on my feet, and he turns me so my body is pressed against the couch, my chest pressing into the cushions. He hooks his fingers in my jeans, yanks them down, and then he takes the candy cane from my grips and he spanks me with it.
    My breath hitches.
    “Like that, Jaybird?” he growls.
    I squirm, and he does it again. The little sting is quite thrilling.
    “Fuck, I need to be inside you, now,” he growls, hauling me up and spinning me around, dropping that shoulder again and lifting me, carrying me toward the front door.
    He runs us through the cold to our cabin and as soon as we get in, he kicks the door closed and drops me down onto the couch.
    Oh, yes.
    We’re not even going to the room.
    The couch is soft, and I sink back into it as he drops his body over mine, crushing those divine lips over my more-than-willing ones. I open to him, mewling when he dips his tongue into my mouth, taunting me, teasing me, giving me something and then taking it away. He knows he’s killing me.
    His fingers run up my thighs, tickling the skin there as his mouth moves over mine. I whimper and tangle my fingers into his thick hair, tugging him, wanting more of what he’s giving.
    Suddenly he pulls away, and looks down at me with a hungry expression. His lips are swollen and glistening and oh, what a gorgeous sight. He leans down, looking me dead in the eye, and murmurs, “I want you over the back of the couch. I’m going to spank that cute ass.”
    Oh.
    Hell.
    Yes.
    He grips my wrists and lifts me, pulling me up before spinning me around and bending me over the couch.
    “Ever had your pussy licked from behind, Jaybird?”
    “N-n-no,” I whimper.
    “You’re in for a fuckin’ treat, then.”
    He has me naked in a second, clothes torn in a pile on the floor. I hear him unbuckle his jeans, and then I feel him...right there...at my exposed pussy. The fact that my ass is in his face doesn’t seem to worry him. He just plunges his tongue into my sensitive flesh...from behind. The sensation is out of this world. His head presses against my ass, putting just enough pressure down to make me buck. I grip the cushions on the couch as he slides his tongue up and down my slit, and then his finger slides into my entrance.
    God.
    This man has a tongue that can do mighty fine things.
    His fingers slip in and out of me, and his tongue continues to slide up and down, then around my clit—its mission? To explore my pussy. I am shaking by the time I’m ready to come. My entire body convulses, and I feel like everything inside me is about to explode. Well, in a sense, it is. Muff thrusts his fingers deeper, twisting them in that perfect way to get me where I need to go.
    I come, and I come with a bang.
    I scream and buck, shoving my ass into his face and whimpering his name as every last shudder is dragged from my body.
    “Stay there,” he rasps when he pulls away from my swollen flesh.
    I’m not about to argue.
    I hear some shuffling, and then I feel something soft running down my backside, like feathers, maybe a little softer.
    “W...w...what is that?” I murmur in a dream-like state.
    “It’s your candy cane, only I put my hat over it.”
    Mmmmm.
    Another good use of the hat.
    He slides it up and down again, just touching my skin. “Are you ready for my hand? You’ve been a bad little Santa.”
    I hear more shuffling, and