Page 19 of Daddy's for December

Once we dry off, he dresses in his pajamas, and I do the same, then re-enter our bedroom. He pats the mattress next to him, and I run and jump under the sheets as he cuddles me.

“We’ll bring your stuff in here tomorrow. When do you want a wedding?”

Shrugging, I give a sleepy sigh. “I don’t care. How about New Year’s Eve?”

“Perfect. I love it. Now go to sleep or Santa won’t come and bring you any presents.” He swats my butt and places a kiss on my cheek as I nuzzle my back to his chest and fall asleep, happy to know I’ll be Mrs. Ben Stone in a few days.

When I wake up and roll onto my back, the bed feels cold. With a gasp, I sit up and look for Ben, but he’s gone. “Ben?” There’s no answer. I slip out of bed and find his bathrobe on the back of the door and toss it on, then shove slippers onto my cold feet.

“Ben?” I call out in the hall. My heart rate rises as I approach the stairs. Why would he leave on Christmas morning?

By the time I hit the bottom step, I freeze…

Then laugh.

Ben sits next to the Christmas tree, fully decked out in a Santa suit, complete with a fake white beard. His thighs are spread wide as he pats a hand on one and says, “Come sit on my lap, little girl, and tell Santa what you want for Christmas.”

Eight

BEN

She giggles and hurries over to me, her full bosom bouncing with every step. Turning around, she places her ass right over my hard cock, and I help place her thighs over either side of my own.

When I press my lips against her bare shoulder and slide down her camisole strap, she says, “Your beard tickles.”

“I haven’t put it between your thighs, yet.” My fingers shove aside the little fabric covering her pussy, then find her already ready for me when I dip one in. “Have you been a good girl or naughty?”

Her lips graze mine as she leans against me and turns her head. “Naughty.”

“Yes, you have. Santa will have to spank you for that. Tell me, little girl, what do you want for Christmas?”

She gasps as I pat her clit gently, her hips following the motion. “I-I want…”

With two fingers, I rub harder as she coats my digits with need. “Want what, baby?”

“Want Santa’s enormous cock inside my tiny pussy.”

“Fuck! No wonder you’re so naughty. You’re a dirty girl.” Lifting her up, I set her on her feet, and she moans an argument. “Take Santa’s dick out and suck it, baby. We’ll clean that filthy mouth out with my cum.”

Part of me already knows I won’t be able to stand avoiding her cunt, though, but she does as she’s told. Her big blue eyes hold my gaze as she kneels between my legs and unzips my red pants. I’mthrobbinghard, ready to blow, and as she brings the heated head to her lips, the coolness of her breath makes my spine tingle with an impending explosion. I haven’t felt this way since I was her age.

When she parts and places her pink tongue around the crown, my head drops back with the shockwaves of pleasure. Once I lift my neck again, I rip down her top so her breasts flop out. I tweak one of her nipples as she whimpers along my length. “That’s it, baby. Suck Daddy’s dick.”

I reach down and grasp her little hand in mine, then show her how to hold it at the base of me to allow her more leverage. Teaching my little girl how to please me makes my balls convulse, so I slow her down by pulling back.

“Bend over the coffee table. Ass in the air.”

Her eyes widen at the threat of what I’m about to do, but she’ll love it. My fingers hook into the waistband of her panties and pull them down as she steps out of them. The light catches her glistening pussy, ripe, young, and waiting for my tongue. Despite the fake white beard, I dive in, parting her lips with my mouth and fucking her tight asshole with my nose.

My Winter. My love.

As her inner muscles quiver around my tongue, I spank her ass hard until she screams and lurches forward. Then, I snareher thighs and pull her back to me before doing it again. And again.

Red handprints paint her alabaster skin wherever I touched, and I smile while her juices soak the faux beard. Standing, I line up and wet the tip of my cock by dragging it through her folds. Instead of plunging in, however, I let her hump it, working on the shaft back and forth.

One of my hands holds her hip, the other spanks her rump repeatedly. “Santa needs to spank his naughty girl. Have you learned your lesson now?”

“Yes!”

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