Page 92 of Awakening His Daddy

Winter comes into the bedroom now and curls up next to Izzy. She nuzzles his chin and purrs loudly. And soon we’re both asleep.

The pile of presents has grown steadily over the last few days. I’ve ordered some things, but Leo’s gone nuts. There are presents for Izzy, who has to shake every one, presents for me, and presents for Winter.

Today a box arrives that says “Open on Christmas Eve.”

Izzy shakes it, and it jingles.

“It sounds like another cat present. Spoiled princess.” Izzy picks her up and nuzzles her in his arms. “You have more presents than I do.”

“Merrow.”

“Yes, you do, my pretty girl.”

“You both have more than me.” I pretend to pout, and Izzy kisses me.

“How about we go watch whatever movie you want?—”

“Really?” I ask, surprised he’s willing to let me pick this close to Christmas.

“And if you pick a Christmas movie, I’ll warm your cock.”

“What does that mean?” It sounds good, but I better be sure before I say yes.

“Well, I can just hold your dick in mouth.” He walks close to me and grabs it, “or I can sit on it and keep it warm in my ass.”

“But how do I hold still with your tight hole squeezing me like a vise?”

“I’ll keep you still,” he whispers into my ear, and I shiver.

“Let’s do that.”

“But—”

“Christmas movie, yeah, yeah. You pick one while I stretch you.”

“No. You open me up too good, and while I love you playing in my ass, I love the burn.”

“Slut,” I praise.

He pulls his pajama pants down and bends over the coffee table. The move puts his butt level with my face.

God, it’s a beautiful butt. I want to bite it, and then I realize nothing is stopping me, so I do.

“Ouch, Daddy, that hurt.” He looks over his shoulder and smirks. “Do it again.”

I bite his other cheek and watch as he quickly preps himself, then he squirts lube on my dick and sits down on it reverse-cowgirl style. I start to thrust up into him immediately, but he stills.

“Remember, dick warming not moving.”

I throw my head back against the couch and whine. “But it feels so good.”

“Watch your movie and just enjoy.” He leans back and rests against my chest, and I cover him with his favorite movie-watching blanket.

To my utter delight, he picks a movie that’s kind of like the one where the kid was home alone. Only Santa is the kid, and he kicks ass with a sledgehammer. It’s wonderfully violent.

Izzy lied about staying still. He wiggles often, and he’s edging me to oblivion. I have had all the torture I can handle, and I’m about to demand he ride me?—

When the front door opens.

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