Page 11 of Babygirl for Christmas

I look at him with wide eyes, wondering how he could ever figure something like that out. “I-”

He drags me back to him, wrapping those glorious arms around me again, looking down into my eyes. “You’re not ready for this,” he says sincerely.

“What if I am?” I’m practically panting as I speak. “Nick,” I say breathlessly… “Daddy…”

With a low, possessive growl, he tips my head back and crushes his lips to mine. His tongue delves between my lips, seeking out mine. I relax into his hold, giving him all the power. Letting him take complete control.

“Fuck, Cherry,” he rumbles between kisses. “You taste so damn sweet.” He kisses his way down my neck, showing me just how sweet he thinks I am. He licks the spot where my heart is thrumming in my neck, then lower. I whimper when he nips at my shoulder before kissing a hot line back up to my ear.

“Nick.” His name comes out breathless and wanting. “Please. I need more than just your kisses.” I rub against his hard cock that’s trapped between us. “Please…”

He groans at the blatant invitation to take whatever he wants from me. With both hands on my bottom, he lifts me, and I quickly wrap my legs around his waist. Our kisses become more passionate as he carries me to the couch. He sets me to my feet, then slowly starts stripping me of my clothing. Soon enough, I’m standing before him with nothing but my plain cotton panties on.

I feel a wave of self-consciousness for a brief moment, but quickly fades when I take in the look on his face. He’s looking at me like I’m a goddess. His fingers lightly trail down my neck and around one pert nipple—my skin prickles with goosebumps at the sensual touch. Nick’s hands roam over every inch of my body, making me feel precious and desired.

He slowly pushes me back until I’m sitting on the couch. Seconds later, he’s kneeling between my spread thighs and staring at my wet panties, licking his lips.

“Look how wet this little pussy is…” Nick growls. “My little girl is needy, isn’t she?”

I nod my head, unable to formulate words. He runs his palms over my thighs, up and down in slow, teasing caresses. When he finally pushes my panties aside, I’m so wound up I can’t sit still. The first swipe of his tongue has me moaning, then he dives in like he’s a starving man, and I’m his only source of nourishment. He eats at me like he’ll starve without the taste of my pussy on his lips.

My fingers thread through his hair, holding him to me. I gasp when one thick digit rims my tight entrance before slowly slipping inside me. I groan at the invasion. It’s been so long since I’ve had anything other than my own fingers touching me that I almost come immediately.

“Nick,” I moan as he slowly starts to fuck me with that thick finger before adding a second. “I’m gonna…”

“Who am I?” he growls against my clit, causing me to shiver.

“Daddy…”

My pussy clenches around his fingers at the dirtiness of calling him that. It’s my naughtiest fantasy come to life and is enough to trip me right over the edge into oblivion.

“That’s right, come on daddy’s tongue.”

“Yes, daddy,” I moan, my body primed to do as he says.

Stars dance behind my eyes as tremors wrack my body. He licks me straight through the orgasm, not stopping until he’s wrung every bit of passion from me. He stands, yanking down his zipper and pushing both his jeans and underwear down. His cock springs free, long and thick. Just when I think he’s going to take me, he grips his cock and strokes it. I watch in rapt silence as he jerks his cock right in front of me. Mere seconds later, he’s painting me with his release. I moan as rope after rope of his hot come coats my breasts and stomach.

Fuck, that’s hot.

Nick’s breathing hard as he stands there taking in his handy work. “You look good covered in my come,” he growls possessively.

I’m instantly revved back up even though seconds ago I was completely replete and now I’m hot and achy between my thighs, almost sad that he didn’t claim me as his own. Even more sad when he fixes his pants and leaves the room. He comes back with a warm, wet cloth. Nick gently cleans me of his spend, then helps me get dressed, touching me everywhere. It’s a terrible tease. From the look in his eyes, he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

With an innocent kiss to the tip of my nose, he hugs me to him. My heart flip-flops in my chest, telling me how much I’m enjoying this moment… too much. The crush I’ve had on Nick since I was just a girl is building out of control like a wildfire. I brush the thought aside, willing myself not to get attached lest I lose my heart to the man.

The moment passes, and he playfully swats my bottom. “We better get the tree decorated so we can get you into bed. It’s getting late.”

“I am a big girl, you know. I can stay up past ten o’clock.”

“You’ve also been working way too many hours and need to rest before you run yourself into the ground.”

I grumble because he’s not wrong. I don’t put up a fight when he leads me over to the tree, and we start decorating. Nick puts on A Charlie Brown Christmas—another of my favorite Christmas movies.

For the first time in a long time, I feel relaxed and happy. We get to the tinsel—a lot of people have switched to garlands, but grandma always insisted on tinsel—and I laugh as Nick puts it on in big clumps that look totally out of place.

“You’re not very good at that,” I giggle.

I try to show him how it’s done, but he keeps putting it on wrong. The sparkle in his eyes tells me he’s doing it on purpose to rile me up and make me giggle. Once I’ve fixed all of his terrible tinsel hanging skills, he lifts me up and helps me put on the star. He sets me back on my feet, and we take a step back, admiring our handiwork.

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