Page 26 of Daddy Christmas

“Either I fold you in half, or you get on all fours,” he said.

We could fold later! I scrambled onto all fours and shook my butt at him.

He gripped my hips and yanked me closer to him, and I yelped at the motion. And before I could brace myself for a painful impact, shock tore through me when I felt his lips. And tongue. Holy hell, my eyes nearly rolled back. He kissed me wetly down there and pushed his soft tongue inside me.

I moaned like a slut, and he didn’t hold back either. He made a hungry sound and tongue-fucked me like he’d been born to do it. He dug his fingers into my flesh, and I dug mine into the duvet. There was no stopping my sounds or my movements.

“That’s a good boy—fuck yourself on Daddy’s tongue.”

“Hnngh.” I swallowed against the dryness in my mouth, and then I cried out when he reached between my legs and fisted my cock. “Oh my God. More, Daddy—please, I need more.”

So he pushed in a long, wet finger instead, then two, and he licked and kissed around my opening.

He was gonna make me freaking delirious with horniness!

I didn’t know how long we were at it, but he was in no rush, and he fingered me and tongued me until I was a pleading mess. He wouldn’t let me jerk off either, so I was super frustrated. All those needs were kept bottled up inside.

“Please, Daddy,” I begged. “Please fuck me, please fuck me. I need your big cock, Daddy. Please—I need it to fill me so bad.”

He withdrew his fingers slowly and dropped a kiss on my butt cheek. “You have a filthy mouth, boy. Do you need Daddy’s cock in your little hole that desperately?”

“Yes!” And he called me filthy?

He eased away and kneaded my flesh, then with just one hand, so I could only hope he was getting ready to—yep! I sucked in a breath as he pressed the head of his cock against my ass.

“Push back and try to relax,” he murmured.

I swallowed and nodded, and I pushed and pushed until I felt his pelvis against my butt cheeks. Holy fucking fire of pain, he was in. I kept hearing a mewling, pathetic little sound and realized it was coming from me.

“Shhh, little one. You’re all right.” He stroked my spine affectionately and brought me back to him, and it made the pain flare up even more. “We’ll stay like this for a bit,” he whispered in my ear. Then he hugged me to him and touched my cock, stroking it teasingly. “Daddy loves being buried deep inside you.”

I sniffled and nodded. I’d never been so torn. I was hurting, but I was also on fire with desire and need, and when he said things like that, I wanted to jump up and down on his cock, no matter how much pain it caused me.

“My Daddy,” I whimpered.

“All yours, baby.” He kissed my neck and rubbed my cock a little firmer, and a drawn-out shiver rolled through me. “My beautiful, sexy, amazing little goofball.”

“Yeah—that’s me.” I sniffled again and blinked hard to see clearer. “And you gotta want me all the time.”

He exhaled against my neck, and I felt the tip of his tongue swiping over a sensitive spot. “I already do.” His low voice rumbled from his chest, and I shifted over his cock and moaned. “Fuck,” he whispered. His large hands—he touched me so greedily that I felt how much he was restraining himself from fucking me like a savage. His kisses along my neck grew more passionate too, and he pinched and manipulated my skin. Rough kneading, soft, wet kisses, the scratch of his beard, shallow breaths. “My God, you’re perfect,” he exhaled. “Don’t forget to use the safeword if you want me to stop, okay?”

I shook my head and tilted my head back. “I won’t. And you’re not allowed to stop if I only say stop.”

“I won’t,” he echoed and kissed me. He started off slow, seducing me with sensual touches of his tongue against mine. “Daddy won’t be able to stop,” he whispered. “Now that I have you here—all tight and small and soft…all fucking mine.”

Oh God.

The desperation flooded me, quickly outweighing the pain, and maybe he couldn’t wait either. While we made out, I started rolling my hips over him, and he tightened his hold on my cock and urged me to move faster. He scratched his blunt fingernails over my nipples and pinched them one by one, swallowing my every gasp and moan. Until we couldn’t keep up with the kissing any longer.

I fell forward and gripped the duvet, and he pulled out of me, then pushed back in and set a steady pace of deep, heavy thrusts that filled the air with our breaths and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Whenever he pushed forward, I pushed back.

He gripped my hips tightly, yet I felt the traces of his touch on my cock. How he’d squeezed me at the base, twisted the tip, and swiped his thumb over the wet slit.

A while later, it felt like I was drowning in a pool of crazy stuff. More pain meant more pleasure, hurting resulted in my craving more, so I lost all my inhibitions and literally tried to hurt myself on his cock. I pushed back harder and moaned uncontrollably. That very second when he was balls deep, he sent two kinds of pain through me. One sharp sting that sucked the air out of my lungs—and one muted, wider, shiver-inducing ache that flared outward in ripples.

I completely lost my composure on his cock, and I didn’t even care about touching myself or wanting pressure on my own cock. I just chased that feeling in my ass, and it might very well get me off. It felt so fucking good.

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