Since she was small, Chloe's parents had warned her, "If you're awake when Santa arrives, you won't get a gift."

Now, on the eve of her 18th birthday, she found herself wide awake, her body humming with anticipation.

The room was bathed in the silvery glow of the full moon, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. Chloe's heart pounded in her chest as she tried in vain to distract herself with a book, the words blurring before her eyes. She turned to the window, counting the stars that sparkled in the cold night sky, but sleep eluded her.

She slid her hand beneath the waistband of her red panties, her fingers brushing against the soft, trimmed curls that adorned her mound. She was already slick, her arousal evident as her fingertips glided over her swollen clit. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she began to circle the sensitive bud, her eyes fluttering closed. In her mind, she saw him, the jolly, bearded man who had visited her dreams so many times before. But this time, there was something different, something darker. His eyes bore into hers, filled with a hunger she hadn't seen before.

Chloe's fingers moved faster, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. Her other hand gripped the sheet, knuckles white as she chased her climax. She was so close. Her eyes flew open as she neared the edge, and there he was, standing at the foot of her bed.

Santa Claus, in all his red-suited, white-bearded glory, his eyes filled with that same hunger. His chest heaved as he took in the sight of her, his gaze lingering on the hand that still moved between her thighs.

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" he rumbled, his voice like thunder in the quiet room.

Chloe's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't stop masturbating. Her eyes locked onto Santa's as she deliberately teased her clit. With a deliberate, provocative movement, she grasped the edge of the blanket, her breath hitching with anticipation. Pulling back the covers, she flashed her silky red panties to him, the damp fabric clinging to her swollen pussy, glistening with her arousal. 

She watched as his eyes widened with hunger at the sight of her nearly naked body. A wicked smile on her lips as she parted her legs slightly, giving him an even better view of her slick, eager flesh. Her fingers continued their slow dance over her clit, her breath coming in soft gasps as she revelled in the intensity of his stare.

"Like what you see, Santa?" she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.

Santa's eyes darkened, and he reached for his belt, unbuckling it with a swift motion. His red pants fell to the floor, revealing his massive, throbbing erection. Chloe's eyes widened, her mouth watering at the thought of that thick, hard cock filling her. She slid her panties to the side, baring her slick, swollen pussy to him. Her fingers dipped inside, gathering her wetness before returning to her clit, circling it slowly and deliberately. Santa stared, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Fuck, you're a naughty one," he growled, his hand gripping his cock, stroking it as he watched her.

"I want my gift, Santa," she whispered. "I want you inside me."

Santa's hand moved faster on his cock, his eyes never leaving Chloe's fingers moving in and out of her pussy. 

"Keep going," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Cum for me."

Chloe's breath hitched, and she added a third finger, her thumb circling her clit as she obeyed his command. Her body tensed, her inner muscles clenching around her fingers as her orgasm built. She could feel his gaze on her, hot and intense, and it only served to heighten her arousal.

"Santa," she gasped, her body trembling on the edge of release. "Please. I need you."

With a groan, Santa climbed onto the bed, his knees sinking into the mattress as he positioned himself between her thighs. He batted her hand away, replacing her fingers with his swollen cock. Chloe whimpered as he rubbed it against her clit, coating himself in her wetness.

"Is this what you want, Chloe?" he growled, his voice like gravel. "You want Santa's big cock to fill you up?"

"Yes," she gasped, her hips lifting to meet his. "Please, Santa. Fuck me."

Without a word, he grasped his cock and guided it to her entrance, the thick head pressing against her slick folds. Chloe's breath hitched as he thrust into her, stretching her open, filling her completely. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she urged him deeper.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his voice like gravel. "So wet for me."

"I want my gift," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies coming together. "I want your cum, Santa. Fill me up."

Santa's eyes flashed, and he gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He thrust deeper, harder, his cock swelling inside her as he neared his own climax. Chloe's body tensed, her inner muscles clenching around him as her orgasm crashed over her. She cried out, her back arching as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Santa roared, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot, thick seed. Her pussy drawing out every last drop as their bodies shuddered and trembled together.

As their breathing slowly returned to normal, Santa withdrew, his cum dripping down Chloe's inner thighs. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead before whispering, "Merry Christmas and happy birthday, Chloe."

And then, in a flash, he was gone, leaving her alone in her bed, her body still tingling with the aftermath of their encounter. Reaching down, her fingers brushing against her sensitive, swollen pussy, a soft smile playing on her lips. 

This had been a Christmas to remember, and she knew that she would never forget the night Santa came to her.