Page 29 of Secret Santa

She gagged, and the feel of her throat tightening around me made me drop my head to the back of the couch again. She pulled up and I pushed her head back down. We did this over and over, each time, getting more of my cock into her throat.

“Hold still,” I grunted as I moved my other hand to the other side of her head. “Let Daddy fuck your mouth, baby girl.” Her eyes lifted to mine, and I gave her the chance to shake her head or pull away, but she nodded.

I lifted my hips, fucking her mouth quickly, sliding into her throat each time, making her choke and gag around me. Tears leaked from her eyes and saliva dripped from her mouth, soaking into my boxers. I tightened my hold on her head as I bucked my hips faster.

“I’m so fucking close,” I ground out. “Play with your pussy, baby. I want you to come with me.” Her eyes snapped open and found mine. “I won’t ask you again. Make yourself come, Danica. Now.”

She whimpered as she dipped her hand between her thighs. Her moan vibrated down my shaft and I lost it. I used her mouth for my pleasure, moving her head in time with my thrusts as she moaned and choked around me. My orgasm grew and my cock thickened. I was so fucking close–I was about to shoot down her throat, but I needed her to come first.

“Come on, baby,” I groaned. “Make that pussy come for me again.” Her body trembled and my thrusts picked up speed. “I’ve wanted to fuck your little mouth since the moment I saw you. I wanted to bend you over the nearest table at the wedding and fill your cunt with my cum.” My words were barely coherent, but they wouldn’t stop falling from my mouth. “Every day since, I’ve wanted to eat your pussy on my desk before turning you around and fucking you until you screamed so loud, everyone in the office would know you belonged to me.”

She tried to scream around my cock, and I pushed into her a few more times before gripping her head tighter as I came. I grunted, my eyes squeezing shut as I shot down her throat. She swallowed every drop like I knew she would, and my body collapsed back onto the couch. She continued sucking and licking, cleaning my cock of any cum that overflowed from her lips. I watched her worship me, my softening dick between her pouty lips, her hand still hidden between her legs.

“One more time,” I rasped. “Make yourself come one more time.” I gently pushed her off my cock and pulled my boxers back over it. Her hand stilled as she stared up at me. “Lay back on the floor, spread your legs, and let me watch you play with yourself.”

She must’ve been in too much of a daze, because she didn’t hesitate as she laid on the floor and took her panties off. Her legs dropped open, letting me see her soaking wet pussy before her fingers covered it.

“Do you like me watching you?” I asked. She nodded as she slid her hand up her body to her breast, gently kneading it as her other hand rubbed circles on her clit. “Faster.” She moved her fingers faster, and her mouth opened on a silent moan, her back arching.

If I was younger, I could’ve probably gotten hard again and fucked her. Alas, I wasn’t, so I watched her play with herself, her lithe thighs trembling as she worked herself up.

“I love watching you come,” I said as I leaned forward, resting my arms on my knees. “You know this is my pussy now, right?” She sucked on her lip as she nodded, a small moan leaving her. “Say it.”

“This is your pussy,” she gasped, her fingers moving faster.

“What’s my name?”

“Mr. Rhodes,” she cried, and I paused. I was expecting “Daddy,” but hearing her call me Mr. Rhodes while she fucked herself…my dick jerked. “It’s your pussy, Mr. Rhodes.” Her back arched deeply as she clamped her thighs around her hand. It continued moving as she screamed her release, her body shaking harder than before.

I grinned and leaned back as she relaxed, her legs falling open. Her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling at a steady pace. I stared at her sated body, the flushed color of her skin. Everything about her was perfect.

Sighing, I shut off the TV and stood. I hesitated as I stood above her. Would she be pissed if I took her to my bed and made her take a nap? Then I decided I didn’t care. She needed the rest. She could be mad all she wanted when she woke up.

I scooped her into my arms, and she nestled her head against me, letting out a contented sigh. I tried to ignore the ache in my chest and how good, how right, this felt. I didn’t want to think how perfect it would be to have her here every day, to have her here when I got home each night, smiling and waiting for me with a baby on her hip.

I shook my head.

That was a ridiculous fucking thought. She was still young. She wouldn’t want to settle down, get married, have kids, not when she could live her life with someone her age who could give her more years than I ever could.

What if she didn’t even want me, or want me as much as I wanted her? The thought stung, a dagger to my chest. I held her tighter as I climbed the stairs. Whatever this was, I’d take it for as long as she’d give it to me. When she said she was done, then I’d have to figure out a way to let her go.

13

DANI

Something was wrong. The bed was too comfortable to be my own, the sheets too soft. The smell…the smell wasn’t my room. It was masculine–spicy and warm, but with a layer of something else. Of someone else.

My eyes snapped open.

I was in Aiden’s bed again.

Sitting up, I looked frantically around the dark room, noting the giant t-shirt I was wearing that I was positive I hadn’t put on myself. The space beside me, while slightly sunken from someone lying there, was cold.

I was alone.

“Aiden?” I called out warily, my voice too loud in the silent space. Where was he? This was his room…right? I chewed my cheek as I looked around again.

It was eerily silent, and while it was dark, faint sunlight peeked in from under the closed curtains. The bed was warm, and I didn’t want to get out, but I knew I had to. With a small sigh, I rolled to the edge and stood, stretching my arms above my head, then dropped them and hugged them to my chest.

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