Page 45 of Secret Santa

“You’re so abnormal because-” I held my hand up as I counted. “You eat dessert before dinner. Your favorite color is yellow. Seriously, whose favorite color is yellow?” I gave him a look, finding him grinning down at me. “You wear ugly Christmas sweaters unironically, and you’ve never seen Pride and Prejudice. The other night doesn’t count since you never finished it.” I gave him another look, but he kept that same soft grin on his face.

“No, please, keep going,” he said.

“You prefer the raisins out of trail mix, instead of the chocolates, which is just an outrage,” I continued.

“How do you know that?” he asked, his lips twitching.

“I saw you eating it when I first started,” I said, shrugging. “I thought you were eating all the gross pieces first, you know, to get them out of the way for the good stuff, but you never came back for the chocolates.” His throat bobbed as he laughed. He shook his head and pressed a kiss to my lips.

“Everything you just listed are reasons I’m perfect, not weird,” he said, his eyes sparkling. I laughed, but he kissed me again, deeper, cutting my chuckle short.

“You have the biggest ego of anyone I’ve ever met,” I said before kissing him again. He pulled back to grin at me.

“Have you met yourself?” he teased. “Your ego is bigger than mine.”

“My pride is bigger than yours,” I countered. “I have no ego.” He threw his head back, his laughter filling the room. Lying beside me again, he softly chuckled to himself again.

“I was going to go down on you again.” His fingers trailed over my stomach, tangling in the loose-fitting shirt. “But my massive ego is telling me not to.” I slid my eyes to him, but his eyes were on my body, on where his hand touched me, teased me. “Maybe you should go down on me instead.” I narrowed my eyes.

“Is that your ego talking again? Or…” I trailed off as he slid his fingers under the waistband of my shorts. He pressed his hips forward, grinding his hardening cock against my thigh.

“Open your legs,” he breathed, his fingers sliding into my panties. I hesitated before widening them. My breath caught as he ran his fingers over my slit. “I shouldn’t let you come since you’re such a brat.” He pressed his face into my neck again, his cock hard and heavy against me. “But I’m feeling generous.”

“Lucky me,” I gasped. He nipped at the sensitive skin by my jaw, growling softly.

“Watch it,” he warned. His fingers rolled over my clit and my hips lifted off the bed. Slowly, too fucking slowly, he stroked my clit, making me whine.

“Please,” I whimpered. “More. I want more.”

“When I’m ready,” he said, still grinding against me. I moved my hand to his waistband, and he stiffened. “Danica.” I ignored him and slid my hand inside, wrapping it around his cock. He hissed, his hips jerking forward to fuck my hand.

His fingers slipped inside me as he pressed his thumb against my clit. My back arched off the bed, and my hand tightened around him. As he curled his fingers, I cried out, my other hand bunching the sheet beside me.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” he groaned. His hips moved faster, his cock sliding through my tight hold. “You love my fingers inside you, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” I gasped. He slid his leg under mine and pulled back, forcing my legs further apart. He fucked my hand harder, the tip of his cock spreading precum across my leg. “Please, fuck me.” His movements faltered and his fingers slid deeper.

“Not yet,” he breathed. “Daddy will fuck you soon, though.” He moved his thumb faster and my eyes rolled back.

Our hands moved in time with each other, each stroke of our hands faster and harder as we pushed the other closer to release. He kissed along my neck, his tongue lightly trailing along that spot that made me see stars.

“I forgot,” he grunted, “how much you liked that.” He did it again, sucking gently on the skin. I tightened around him, my legs shaking as I teetered on the edge. “Come for me, baby.”

My back bent deeply, my hips pressing into the bed as I shook. He didn’t stop, even though my hand had long since stopped moving. He just fucked me harder, knowing I was close and wanting to get me there.

“Come for Daddy,” he growled.

That did it.

It sent me flying over the edge, my scream echoing off the walls until I collapsed. Once my body relaxed and my eyes opened, he slid his fingers from me.

“You’re so pretty when you come,” he said softly. “You’re always so pretty, but when you come, it’s like seeing a goddess.” My face heated more, but I couldn’t help the shy smile that spread across it.

Slowly, I rolled onto my side and kissed him, my hand back to stroking him. He groaned into my mouth, his eyes closed in pleasure. It made me feel good knowing I was the one to make him feel good, to make him come.

“Get on your back,” I breathed, gently pressing his hard shoulder. His eyes fluttered open, his jaw tense as he stared at me. Hesitantly, he rolled onto his back.

I kept my mouth on his as I got to my knees. “Danica,” he rasped when I pulled away, but I ignored him as I slid under the blankets. His thighs tensed as I gently spread his legs and settled between them.

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