Page 27 of Santa's Pretty Helper

Her bright green eyes meet mine, and I don’t have words to describe the feeling that charges through me. It’s love and lust and possession and happiness all wrapped into one. No matter what happens with the restaurant I plan to open, I already feel as though I have everything because I have her. Bella. My sweet girl.

I lean forward and kiss her, slow and deep while she holds still in my lap. It’s the best kind of torture for both of us as we fight to stay still. I suck gently on her tongue, savoring the way she tastes like coffee and cinnamon. She moans, rocking slightly in my lap, kissing me eagerly.

She’s always eager, my girl. Eager and horny for me, and I fucking love it.

She smiles against my lips, moaning as I flex inside her again. “I love being your little plaything,” she says. “I love you Gabe,and everything we do. It’s so perfect I don’t even have words to describe it.”

I slide my hand up to one of her breasts while taking a sip of my coffee. I brush my thumb over her peaked nipple, doing it again and again when I feel her get wetter around me. I tug gently on that nipple, and she gasps, arching her back toward me. She grinds against me, and I feel moisture from her dripping down onto my balls.

“Drink your coffee, sweetheart.”

Her cheeks are pink as she lifts it to her lips and takes a big sip.

“That’s a good girl. If you can keep my cock warm for the next ten minutes, I’ll give you a reward.”

I feel her clench around me at that, and I chuckle, taking another sip of coffee.

“What?” she asks, pupils blown, nipples hard points against my chest. Her pussy is dripping all over me.

“How about I give you those kisses you love on your pretty little asshole while I pet your pussy?”

She’s practically gushing around me now, and it’s taking everything I have not to grip her hips and fuck her.

She nods, blinking at me with a hint of shyness. It probably makes me a sick fuck, but I love how innocent she is. I love that I get to be the one to explore with her, teach her. I love that no one else knows what she tastes like, what she feels like. Only me.

She gulps down her coffee and then snuggles into me, hips slowly shifting from side to side. I give her ass a little smack.

“Be still, sweet girl. You’ll get your reward, but only if you’re still.”

“Okay, I’ll be good,” she says, nuzzling her face into my neck, her breath fanning over my skin. And even though she’s holding still, I can still feel her pussy fluttering around me. I can feel her clit throbbing where it’s pressed against me.

I finish my coffee and trace my fingers up and down her spine beneath the robe draped over her shoulders. With every pass, I dip my fingers a bit lower, edging closer and closer to the crease of her ass.

“You know,” I murmur, teasing between her round cheeks. “Now that Christmas is almost over, we may need a new nickname for you if you want to keep camming with me. You’ve been such a good Santa’s Pretty Helper.”

“Maybe I could just be Daddy’s Good Girl,” she whispers, her voice shaking because of how turned on she is. Something sears through me at the mention of the word Daddy, and my cock jumps inside her.

“I like the sound of that.” I tap gently against her little asshole. “Assuming you want to keep camming with me.”

She nods quickly. “I do. I definitely do.”

“I love showing off your pussy to the camera,” I say, my hips flexing against my will. Christ, I’m not going to last much longer.

“I love it too,” she moans, and I haul her off me.

“On your knees, sweetheart. Clean up the mess you made all over me and then you can have your reward.”

She scrambles to obey, dropping to her knees in front of the couch. I spread my legs wide, my cock hard and glistening with her. She takes me in her hand and starts licking me all over.

“Fuck,” I breathe, weaving a hand into her hair. “Your little tongue feels so good, sweetheart. That’s it. Clean me up. How does your pussy taste?”

“Good,” she says, then swirls her tongue around the head of my cock. “Sweet and a bit citrusy.” She keeps licking me all over, bathing me with her tongue.

“Don’t forget my balls,” I say, giving her hair a gentle tug. “You dripped all over those, too.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says, and I almost lose it, right then and there. Her tongue swirls over my balls as she licks and kisses them, making me feel worshipped.

“Good girl,” I murmur. “You did a good job cleaning up Daddy’s cock. I’m going to fuck your mouth now and come down your throat, and then I’ll give you your reward.”

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