Page 22 of Daddy Christmas

By the time he reached my inner thighs, I was trembling with need, every nerve ending on fire. I could feel the dampness between my legs, my body aching for his touch.

"S-sir," I whimpered, unable to contain my impatience any longer.

He chuckled, the vibrations of his laughter against my skin sending sparks flying. "Patience, Little One," he murmured, his breath teasingly warm against my folds. "The wait makes the reward all the sweeter, don't you think?"

I couldn't help but moan in response, my hips bucking upwards, silently pleading for more.

With painstaking slowness, Nicholas parted my swollen lips with his warm, strong fingers, and I cried out at the contact. He began to stroke my slick entrance, his movements hypnotic, almost mesmerizing. I could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within me with each pass of his fingers.

"God, you're so wet for me," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "You feel so good, like silk."

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me, and I whimpered, my fists clenching the sheets. I was so close - so, so close - to the edge of ecstasy.

"Sir, please," I begged, my voice barely recognizable.

"Patience, Little One," he repeated, but this time, there was a hint of grit in his voice, as if restraining himself was almost as torturous for him as it was for me.

Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, Nicholas did the most unexpected thing. He lifted his head and looked me in the eye. "Look at me, Gemma," he commanded, his tone husky with lust. "I want to see those beautiful eyes when you come undone."

I forced my eyes open, the haze of desire clouding my vision. I locked gazes with him, and what I saw in his eyes took my breath away. Hunger, lust, but above all, love. His love for me shone through, fueling the fire burning inside of me.

"That's it, Little One," he purred, his fingers picking up the pace ever so slightly. "Give in to me."

It was like he flipped a switch within me, and I was hurtling over the edge of the precipice, my entire body alight with white-hot pleasure. My back arched, and a scream tore itself from my lips as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. His name echoed in the room, and I was vaguely aware of him catching my cries with his mouth, his tongue lapping at my sensitive buds.

Finally, my climax subsided, and I collapsed onto the bed, panting and spent. Nicholas moved to lie next to me, his strong arms wrapping around my shaking form, pulling me tightly against his chest.

It was the best I’d ever felt.

As my orgasm subsided, Nicholas gently removed his fingers, bringing them to his lips, and tasted me. He groaned, and I couldn't help but blush.

"Delicious," he rasped, his eyes dark with lust. "And there's more where that came from, Little One. Much more."

I could only whimper in response, too lost in the afterglow of my orgasm to form coherent words.

Nicholas chuckled, his gaze softening. "Gemma. I have something to show you.”

“What?”

“Would you like to see my home?”

“I would.”

“Good. There’s so much to see.”

Chapter 6

Istood on thecurb, clutching my coat tighter around me as Nicholas pulled up. The cherry-red pickup glinted under the city’s streetlights, snowflakes clinging to its polished hood. For a second, I just stared at it, head tilted. It looked almost comically festive, like someone had taken Santa’s sleigh and given it wheels.

"Hop in," Nicholas called through the open window, his warm smile crinkling the corners of his green eyes.

I hesitated, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. "This is your car?" I asked, my voice slightly incredulous.

"Well, it gets me where I need to go," he said with a shrug, a teasing edge to his tone. "Unless you were expecting the reindeer?"

My lips twitched despite myself. Tugging the door handle, I climbed in, the seat warm against the chill that clung to me. The faint scent of pine and cinnamon filled the cab, oddly comforting. I glanced around—no tacky decorations inside, just clean leather seats and a thermos sitting in the cup holder. Still, the truck felt . . . special. Like it held secrets.

"Seatbelt," Nicholas reminded gently, tapping his own.

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