Page 39 of Daddy Christmas

“If it’s too much?” I laughed. “Too much to fly to Europe on the company dime and steal extra time with my man?” I leaned in again and brushed my lips to his. “Because, to me, it sounds like the adventure of a lifetime. I’ve never been fucked by my Daddy in London, for instance. Or that other Luxembourg place I had to Google.”

He hummed and kissed me back, tightening his hold on me, and my mind had one track as soon as he swept his tongue into my mouth.

“I want you next to me on the plane.” He slipped his hands under my ass and squeezed. “Underneath me every night—in the room we’ll share.”

I shivered and nodded, throwing myself into the fantasy—that was about to become reality—and he picked me up and positioned me on the desk.

“That’s where I belong—always next to my Daddy.”

“That’s right. Because Daddy needs you all the time.” He rose to his feet, never breaking the kiss, and began undoing my pants. “Down the road—maybe one day when we live together—I want it to be a rule. If I go out of town for longer than two nights, it’s best you come with me.”

Jesus, he couldn’t throw that at me when he was pulling out my cock. I couldn’t think straight! Except, I could nod vigorously because that was the best rule ever.

“Some rules are awesome,” I said shakily. And a beat later, he sat down in his chair and sucked me into his mouth.

A breath gusted out of me, and I wove my fingers into his hair.

Fuck me.

I was rock hard within seconds, and the way he worked me over made it clear this wouldn’t last long. I wasn’t going to last when he sucked me all greedily like that.

“Daddy,” I whimpered. “It feels so good.”

He hummed around me and slipped his hands up the sides of my thighs, then back to my ass. I fucking loved how he manhandled me. How he threw me around, manipulated my pleasure points, and touched me with so much urgency.

“Can you fuck me after, please?” I moaned.

He squeezed and kneaded my butt cheeks, causing me to nearly lift off the desk. It was as if I weighed nothing to him.

“Daddy has a meeting…” He swirled his tongue around the tip and sucked harder. “Tonight, though.”

I guess I had to wait.

I clenched down on nothing and split my focus, feeling Daddy’s mouth and tongue on me, thinking about tonight when he could fuck my bottom till I couldn’t walk. Till I was a pleading mess begging for Daddy’s come…

I started whimpering pathetically as the pleasure built up, and the only reason I didn’t try to stifle those sounds was because he loved them. He said I sounded so desperate, and that was how he wanted me.

“I can’t wait for tonight,” I gasped. “I think we should have pizza in bed, and then you can breed me, Daddy.”

He tightened his hold on my ass so much that his fingers dug in painfully, and it nearly pushed me over the edge. He moved faster, sucked me harder, and I moved with him.

I couldn’t take it. Knowing that I had to keep my voice down, I released his hair and slapped a hand over my mouth. Heat spread throughout my body, and I couldn’t control my breathing. Before long, I was panting and muffling endless moans, and then I exploded with a rush of euphoria that washed over me.

Christ on a Christmas cookie!

How was I supposed to work now? I needed a nap.

In a fraction of a second, I pictured myself napping on a soft cushion under Daddy’s desk while he worked, and I wanted it so badly. It could be my own little fort. With blankets and maybe a stuffed animal to cuddle with.

His desk was big, and you couldn’t see through it. Solid wood all the way, from the heavy top to the two sections of drawers. I could totally curl up by his feet, and nobody would know.

Daddy tucked me back into my undies and my pants, and then he stood up and kissed me hungrily. He was horny, I could tell. He needed me but didn’t have time.

“Daddy?” I shuddered and gripped his shirt.

“Yes, baby?”

Unf, tough to focus when he was dropping openmouthed kisses along my neck.

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