Page 27 of Daddy Christmas

His sounds rocked me too. His almost growl-like groans that came from deep within, his hissing noises, and his indulgent moans that seemed to release a lot of tension in him.

Needing his mouth on mine, I eased back and positioned myself on his lap, and he sat back on his heels. I managed to twist my body enough that I could lock one arm around his shoulders, and then we could finally make out again. All while he controlled my movements, my hips, and moved me up and down on his cock.

“I love your kisses, Daddy,” I moaned.

“Hang on—it can get better.” He gently pushed me off him, then dropped me onto the mattress and rolled me onto my back. I grinned and got the hint when he lifted my legs, so I pulled them up, my knees nearly touching my chest. “Wider apart.” He nudged his cock against my opening again, and I obeyed. “Good boy. Keep them there.”

I always wanted to be his good boy!

Holy fuck, this new angle. My eyes widened as he pushed in, and he reached so much deeper. Or maybe he didn’t, but the sensations were more. More intense, more overwhelming.

He moved over me, capturing my mouth in a wild kiss, and started fucking me into the mattress.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cried out. Say stop, see what he does, pretend to struggle against him. A rush of heat pressed to the surface of my skin, and I had to cut my moan short. “Stop,” I said weakly. Nope, not good enough. “It’s too much, Daddy. Please stop.”

He shook his head, grabbed my jaw, slammed his other hand against the headboard, and picked up the pace. “No. You’ve taunted me for too long.”

I flushed with sheer need, and I freed my hands to try to push him away.

“Quit it,” he growled. “You brought this on yourself, son. If you tease Daddy, this is what you get.” He fucked me even harder, like he was trying to bottom me out, and it almost fucking felt that way too. “You’re gonna take Daddy’s cock until he’s filled your tight little ass with all the come he’s saved up.”

Fuuuuck!

Moments later, he pulled out once more and flipped me over, and he didn’t offer any recovery time. His cock found me fast, and then he was jackhammering himself into me over and over, his balls slapping against my ass.

The friction caused by his thrusts and my cock rubbing against the duvet sent a new rush of fire through me, and I was suddenly just a mess of horny sounds. Wailing moans, desperate pleas, breathless whimpers, and zero pretending I didn’t want this. I fucking couldn’t. Sex had never been this fucking good.

“Harder, Daddy,” I gasped.

He hauled me back and onto all fours again, and he fucked me brutally hard.

“There’s my boy,” he grunted. “Works better when you’re honest about how needy you are for Daddy to fuck you.”

“Daddy’s little cock-whore,” I moaned.

“Fuck.” He slammed in and groaned. “That right, baby? You wanna be my cock-hungry little whore?”

“Yes,” I cried out. “Always, always, always!”

He released a harsh breath, and I sensed a finality in his movements. He was chasing his orgasm now. He was done talking. Daddy needed to come inside his boy.

He told me to stroke myself, and I was almost afraid to go near my cock. I could go off any damn second. But I obeyed, and the onslaught of pleasure nearly melted me into the mattress. If he didn’t hold me up, I’d collapse. Composure, long gone. Now I was losing my voice too. My endless moans became hoarser—not to mention more high-pitched as my orgasm started taking over.

I couldn’t handle the sensations. They were too intense, sending me straight into the abyss.

In the distance, or so it sounded, Daddy was coming too. He was filling my bottom with his hot come and fucking his release deeper into me, and it prolonged my own climax.

Wyatt Abrams had turned me into a fucking screamer.

Oh my God, oh my God!

The last trickle of come coated my hand, and I didn’t have the willpower to stay upright. I collapsed in my wet spot, Daddy coming with me, though he managed to plant his hands on the mattress to prevent his entire body weight from falling on me. Which was kind of a pity, but then again, I had to breathe. Jesus H. Christmas, I had to breathe.

I panted.

My heart hammered furiously.

“Christ, baby…” Daddy blew out a heavy breath and kissed my neck. “How am I gonna be able to walk tomorrow?”

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