Page 24 of Secret Santa

Slowly, his hand slid down my body, his fingers cold against my skin as he pushed my shirt up. He toyed with the hem of my panties, teasing me until I groaned and dropped my head back.

“Do you want me to touch you, baby?” he murmured as he pressed his face into my neck, nipping and kissing as he went. “Do you want me to make you come all over my fingers?”

“Please,” I moaned as I shifted my legs wider. His hand smoothed over my stomach, up to my chest. His palm swallowed my breast as he gently groped it, his palm brushing against my nipple, making me gasp. “Aiden, please.”

He ignored my pleas as he pushed the shirt all the way up, exposing my body fully. Keeping his eyes on mine, he lowered his mouth to my nipple and ran his tongue over it, teasing the peak. My body tightened as he sucked it into his mouth, nipping gently with his teeth.

He moved his hand back down my body, still not letting go of my nipple. Sliding between my legs, he held me possessively, his palm hot and hard against me. He ground the heel of his hand against my clit, and I cried out at the sparks that shot down my spine at the contact, my back arching deeply.

“You’re so needy, aren’t you?” he murmured between kisses as he moved to my other breast. “Tell me how badly you need my fingers inside you.” I whimpered and pressed my chest out again, letting him take more of me into his mouth.

“I need you,” I breathed. “Please. Please.”

“I didn’t say beg,” he said, grinning against my skin. “I said to tell me how badly you need me to make you come.” I rolled my hips, grinding against his palm. I was so turned on, I couldn’t think straight, yet he expected me to talk?

“I need you to make me come,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. I was about to shove his hand out of the way and take over. “I can’t stand it anymore. Please.” He hummed against me, then started kissing down my stomach.

My heart pounded wildly as I watched him hook his fingers under my panties and slide them down my legs, tossing them to the floor. Our eyes met in the dark, and he winked before pressing my legs apart. His stubble was scratchy against my inner thigh as he kissed his way up, stopping just before he reached my pussy.

“Has anyone ever gone down on you before?” he asked. I chewed my cheek, then nodded shyly. “Did you like it?” He kissed my other thigh, his gaze locked on mine.

“He wasn’t very good at it,” I admitted. “I faked it so he would just stop.” His breath was hot against me as he laughed.

“You can’t fake it with me, understand?” I nodded and fisted the sheets at my sides in anticipation. “If I think you’re faking it, I’ll keep going until I’m satisfied I’ve made you really come.” I nodded again. “One more thing,” he said, kissing my thigh again.

“What?” I breathed, and shifted my hips, widening my legs, anything to get him to touch me.

“This is Daddy’s pussy now, isn’t it?” My eyes widened, but any shock I had left me as he slowly ran his tongue over my clit.

His hands gripped the inside of my thighs as he shoved my legs further apart, pinning them to the bed until I couldn’t move. The sheets shook in my fists as he devoured my pussy. My eyes rolled back in my head, a long moan leaving me as my back arched.

“That’s it,” he said, the vibration of his voice shooting through me. “That’s what I like to hear.”

“Aiden–” He cut me off with a sharp nip at the crease of my thigh. “Daddy!” I screamed, my raw voice echoing around the room. “Shit. Fucking Christ.” My chest heaved with each breath as I stared down at him.

With his face shadowed, his eyes twinkling in the faint moonlight, he looked wicked. He looked so fucking hot. I dropped my head back to the pillow as he sucked on my clit, making my body tense. My orgasm began building, my toes curling as my legs shook.

“Ask me to let you come,” he said. I let out a strangled sound as I pressed harder against his mouth. He was relentless, his tongue moving faster and harder with each stroke. His fingers dug into my thighs in warning.

“Please,” I breathed. “Please let me come, Daddy.” He hummed against me, and I moaned again. “God, please.” My thighs trembled until I couldn’t take it anymore, and I lifted my hips off the bed as I screamed. I came harder than I ever had in my life, and I felt blackness closing in around my vision.

He didn’t stop.

I pushed at his head, but he wrapped his arms around my hips and yanked me closer to him, continuing his assault on my too-sensitive pussy. I thrashed under him, feeling every lick down to my core.

“Please,” I croaked as I clamped my thighs around his head. He still didn’t stop. His tongue moved faster, driving me higher. His growls were animalistic, turning me on even more, and I tightened my hold in his hair.

“Again,” he growled. I rolled my hips against his face, grinding against him as my second orgasm rose. His hand snaked between my legs, and gently, he pressed a thick finger into me.

“Fuck,” I groaned. His finger curled, and my eyes crossed. Slowly, he fucked me with it until I tightened around him. I squeezed my eyes shut until the wave of pleasure left me, then collapsed back to the bed, even more exhausted than before.

He pressed soft kisses up my body until he got to my lips, then he kissed me so gently, so lovingly, I wanted to cry. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered as he stroked my hair away from my face. Tears really did fill my eyes at that, and I quickly blinked them away.

He rolled to the side and pulled me to his chest. I nestled deeper against him, letting his warmth wash over me. I sighed as he kissed the top of my head, keeping his lips there for a long time.

His cock was hard between us, but I was too tired to try to take care of it for him. Besides, we had all day tomorrow for me to return the favor.

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