Page 27 of Secret Santa

“You’re doing a good job,” I said, and he laughed again. I shifted my eyes to the movie. It was completely forgotten, and I cleared my throat. “Isn’t this distracting you from the movie?”

“I’d rather focus on you right now.” His voice was low, and it made my heart rate skyrocket. It was the same voice he’d used last night, and just the memories of what he’d done to me nearly made me orgasm right then and there. He slid his hands down my arms, then wrapped them around me. “Is this okay?” He buried his face in my neck, his breath warm against my skin.

I couldn’t speak. My throat was dry and too tight, my heart lodged in it. I barely managed a nod. He pressed his lips to the curve of my neck and I gasped. I felt him smile against me, and I pressed my thighs together.

“Is that spot sensitive?” he whispered, and I nodded. His arms tightened as he kissed the same spot, and I sucked my lips between my teeth, my breath stuttering. “You like that, don’t you?”

My mouth opened, but no sound, not even a breath, came out. He laughed against my neck, then kissed a higher spot. Slowly, he worked his way up to my ear and nipped at the lobe. I squirmed in his arms, my body heating at the gentle touch of his lips. I tilted my head to the side, giving him more access to my skin.

My clit was throbbing painfully, and my thighs were slick. I couldn’t stop wiggling, trying to find some kind of relief from the building pressure. Slowly, his hand slid from my waist and stopped right below my breast. I inhaled sharply and arched my back, silently begging him to touch me.

“Aiden,” I choked out as his fingers trailed along the underside of my breast, barely teasing me.

“Mmm?” He kissed down my neck again, taking his time to gently suck and bite the skin. “What is it?”

“I–this is–I feel–”

“I know, baby,” he said, and my eyes rolled back. I rested my head on his shoulder as his other hand drifted down and rested on my thigh. “That’s it,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against me. “Relax and let Daddy take care of you.”

He slid his hand up my thigh, slowly raising my oversized shirt higher and higher. Before he exposed me, he stopped and moved his hands to my breasts over the shirt, teasing me as he gently groped and massaged them, plucking my nipples through the fabric.

I stared down at his big hands, at the way he was so rough and so gentle at the same time. His growl rippled through my body as he quickly dropped his hands and slid them under the shirt. He pulled my bra down enough for my breasts to spill out, hidden beneath the shirt, and my peaked nipples pressed into his hot, rough palms as he squeezed.

A whimper left me before I could stop it, and his teeth sank into my neck. “Do you like that?” He stroked his thumbs back and forth, teasing my sensitive nipples.

“Yes,” I gasped, my back arching. Never taking his hands off my body, he slid them to my back and effortlessly unhooked my bra.

“Shirt needs to come off,” he rasped. I hesitated before lifting my arms above my head and letting him remove it, tossing it and my bra to the floor. “Fuck.” He kissed my neck again, harder. One hand cupped my breast as the other slid down my body and roughly pulled my legs apart, exposing my soaked panties. “Open your legs a little more for me, baby.”

My knees trembled as I draped my legs over his, letting him widen them as much as he wanted. His fingers trailed lightly up and down my inner thigh, teasing higher and higher until he finally brushed them over my panties.

“Someone is very wet,” he gritted out. “Is this all for me?” I nodded and tried to lift my hips, silently begging him to touch me. “I need to hear you, Danica.”

“Yes,” I said. It was the only word I could manage.

“Yes, what?” His fingers trailed along the crease of my thigh, never touching me where I desperately needed him.

“Yes, Daddy,” I breathed. “It’s all for you. I’m wet for you.”

“That’s my good girl.” Finally, he tugged my panties to the side. Cool air caressed my wet pussy, making me shiver. It was short lived, though, because his warm fingers slid over my clit and I cried out. “You’re so fucking sensitive, aren’t you?” His words were guttural as he slowly, lazily rubbed my clit.

“Yes!” I screamed as he slid his thick fingers through my lips, gently pinching my clit between them. “Oh, God.” My eyes fluttered closed as he moved his fingers lower. His thick middle finger probed at my entrance, and I whimpered.

“Do you want my fingers here?” he asked as he barely slid the tip of his finger inside. “Or do you want my cock?” My eyes snapped open, and my body tensed. Was I ready for that?

“Fingers,” I muttered. He tensed, then relaxed and kissed along my neck as he slowly pressed his finger deep inside.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby girl,” he groaned as he slid his finger back out. Back in, slowly out. In and out. In and out. Gently, he added another, and I cried out, grabbing his wrist with both hands.

Too much. Two fingers were too much, but I couldn’t find the words or breath to tell him, not when he curled them and rubbed against a spot that had my body coiling tighter. Spots danced in my vision as he worked me higher.

“Breathe, Danica,” he murmured, and my breath whooshed out. “Good girl.” He kissed my temple, then cheek, down to my jaw. His fingers moved faster, fucking me harder as I turned my face toward his.

Our breath mingled in the small space between us. His hooded eyes dropped to my parted lips, and another breath barely slipped from me. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?” His voice was a quiet command, and I nodded, feeling dazed. My grip on his wrist tightened, but my eyes never left his. He mimicked my expression, his lips barely parting, his jaw slackening.

“So close,” I whimpered, and he nodded like he knew, like he could feel it too. Using his other hand, he gently rolled my nipple between his fingers. My eyes crossed and I dropped my head back to his shoulder again.

“My pretty baby girl,” he whispered. My thighs trembled and my nails dug into his skin, but his expert touch never faltered. He pressed his lips against the spot on my neck that made me weak, and I squeezed his fingers, making him groan against me. “One day,” he gritted out, “my cock is going to stretch your tight pussy and you’re going to squeeze me like you just did to my fingers, aren’t you? You’re going to come all over me, then thank me for letting you. You’ll thank me because you’re such a good little girl. My good little girl, coming all over Daddy’s cock.”

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