Page 30 of Such a Naughty Girl

Chunk lifted his head at the mention of his name, before side-eyeing the tree invading his usual napping spot.

‘Come on, boy, we’ll do yours first,’ I said, kneeling on the rug and calling him over.

Chunk waddled toward me, all waggy-tailed and adorable. I sunk my fingers into his shaggy fur and gave him a rubdown.

‘Thank you for finding me last night,’I whispered to him before plonking a swift kiss right between his eyes.

His wet nose snuffled at the newspaper-covered gift as I worked at the sticky tape.

‘Patience,’I laughed when he tried to tear open the wrapping himself, eager for whatever his deep sniffs haddiscovered. Inside were a pack of three tennis balls and a packet of rabbit-flavoured treats.

Emmett joined us, grabbing his utility knife andpuncturingone ball with a swift stroke. While Chunk salivated over the treats, I knelt there,salivatingover Emmett. I wanted to lean forward and lick theprotrudingveins in hismuscled arms. To unbuckle his belt and sink my mouth over his fat, wonderful dick. Like a bitch in heat. I wanted him to pin me down and growl in my ear while he fucked me again, telling me all the dirty things he’d make me do.

‘Izzy,’Emmett said, holding out my gift. I blinked away my lust haze and smiled.

‘Thank you,’I said, tearing into the newspaper.

‘It’s not much. I hadn’t expected a guest this year.’

The paper fell away to reveal a box of beautiful foil-wrappedchocolatesin an array of jewel tones.

‘It’s perfect. I love chocolate.’

‘I figured after I saw what you’d do for a cookie. Now come have something to eat before I lose all control and eat you instead.’

Jeez.

I was putty for my dirty-mouthedlumbersnack.

After breakfast, I checked my phone again, and Emmett’s, but despite the power being back, there was still no signal.

To wile away the hours, we sat on the rug eating too manychocolatesand turning the colourful wrappers into terribly made origamidecorationsto hang on our tree. Chunk pawed at his treat-filled balls,skitteringaround the cabin until he relieved them of all the rabbity goods and collapsed in a tired-out heap on the bed.

As evening fell, we lay on a pile of blankets near the fire, Christmas music playing on the old CD player, stuffed full of chocolate.

Emmett pulled me astride him, kissing me and laughing when my hair fell forward, tickling his face.

‘This here,’he said, his voice gruff.‘Is more than I could ever have imagined getting for Christmas. I’ll miss you when you go, Princess.’

The burning in my chest let me know I’d miss him, too. My very own dirty Christmas secret. But we were at such different points in our lives that it was the way it had to be.

‘It’s not over yet,’I murmured, my eyes closing as his dinner plate-sized hands gripped my hips and ground me against him, the tip of his hardening cock grazing my clit in the most inviting way. ‘I want you to fuck me, Daddy.’

The throaty moan he gave had me soaked within seconds.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

EMMETT

‘Show me,’I demanded. ‘Show me how badly you want my cock.’

Our clothing discarded, we resumed our position amongst the blankets, the orange fire light and sparkling tree lighting up her soft little body. My hands were huge and calloused against her tender hips, indents forming as I gripped them.

Izzy’s eyes closed as she slid her wet cunt up the length of my cock, stopping at the tip and using it to taunt her clit.

‘Such a wanton slut,’I said with a grin. Izzy’s face flushed, her fingers splaying against my chest.

‘That’s it, sweet girl. Use Daddy’s cock to get off. Get your pussy all excited for me. Get her nice and wet so you can take it all.’

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