Page 55 of Daddy Christmas

Merry Christmas to me!

He pushed away the duvet and blinked sleepily, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “How did yesterday not exhaust you?”

It totally had! Despite the limo ride, my Fitbit had logged almost fifteen thousand steps because we’d been to so many places. But now I’d slept for seven hours. That was how rest worked. Daddy should know this.

He should also know you shouldn’t speak with your mouth full, so I didn’t respond. Instead, I sucked him a little harder and gave him lots of tongue action.

He let out a breath and combed his fingers through my hair.

I got him hard quickly, and he was no longer too tired to play. A few minutes later, he decided it was time to fuck his little boy. He drew me close and positioned me with my back against his chest, giving me the best view of the Christmas tree. It was perfect, really. The dim lighting, the early morning, and Daddy Christmas’s hard cock…

He did his thing, reaching for a lube packet in his wallet, and I just relaxed and wriggled against him. A yawn slipped out too, ’cause I was so blissed out and comfortable.

To think, this was the rest of my life. Some Christmases, we’d be with family, his or mine. Some, we’d fly somewhere just the two of us, and I…I could not be happier. I mean, I loved spending time with family, but this beat everything. We’d see everyone soon anyway. We were heading down to Florida to visit my parents the day after tomorrow, and then we had a big New Year’s party at Clarke’s residence—oh, and dinner with my grandmother before then too.

Daddy closed the distance between us, pressing his warm chest against my back, and slicked up his cock while he kissed my neck and shoulder.

“Merry Christmas, my sweet Parker.”

I peered back at him and smiled—at the same time as he pressed the head of his cock against my bottom. “Merry Christmas, Daddy.”

He kissed me slowly, seductively, hungrily, and inched inside me. I whimpered at the burning sting and instantly craved more.

When he was buried deep, he lifted my leg a bit and set an unhurried pace.

“My beautiful little baby boy,” he murmured against my lips. “How I love you.”

I shivered and clenched down around him, causing him to groan. He deepened the kiss and fucked me a little harder, and it wasn’t long before he found himself held back by our position. It was always like this, usually for morning sex. Starting off slow and cuddly, when we were pressed up against each other like this, but then we got revved up, and he needed more.

“On all fours,” he whispered, pulling out of me.

Fuck yes. I scrambled into position and fisted the sheets, and he got behind me and kneaded my butt cheeks.

“Exquisite little ass…” He smacked it once, twice, three times, and I let out a long moan. “You know this belongs to Daddy forever, right?”

I nodded quickly and peered over my shoulder. “Always, Daddy.”

He was looking down and rubbing my opening with the head of his cock. “That’s right. Same goes for the rest of you.” He gripped my hips and pushed inside in one fluid thrust, and I sucked in a sharp breath. Oh my God. “I own every goddamn inch of you.”

“Yes,” I croaked.

There was nothing unhurried about what came next. He began fucking me in long, quick thrusts that sent trails of fire through me and stole my ability to make sounds. Jesus H. Christmas, he punched the air right out of my lungs, and the pleasure built up fast.

I jerked my cock quickly until he took over.

“No, that’s Daddy’s job.” He yanked me back, controlling my movements with one hand and my cock with the other. “He loves it when you make a big mess on the sheets,” he whispered in my ear. I shuddered violently. “But it’s a bit filthy, isn’t it? How you always come in Daddy’s bed?”

Oh God, Daddy was in a dirty-talk mood. I stood no chance!

My body could roll with the punches, and I fucked myself on his perfect cock as if I’d been born to do it. Meanwhile, my mind was a sluggish mess swimming in every filthy whisper.

“So desperate and needy.”

“My wonderful little baby whore.”

“That’s it—milk Daddy’s cock, just like that.”

I gasped, black spots filling my vision, and I realized I hadn’t taken enough breaths.

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