Page 29 of Naughty Santa Daddy

“Think this is funny, do you?” he asks, taking a slow step toward me.

I match his step with a backward one. “Yes. No.” A snort slips free. “I’m sorry! I can’t help it!”

He moves closer, and I move back.

“You won’t be laughing in a minute,” he warns, taking another step.

My tummy dips and moisture pools between my legs at his roughened tone. His eyes darken, easily revealing exactly where his mind is at. It’s certainly not on his Granny anymore.

I take another step back, and my legs hit the edge of the mattress. I contemplate dashing to the side to get away, but why would I? I want to get caught. I want Braxton to take me. I fucking need him to. Earlier wasn’t enough, especially because we were interrupted. And the time in the back of thecamper during the shooting was too fast. I want to take my time exploring him and have him do the same.

I want to forget everything that’s happened since the shooting. I want to forget why we’re here and pretend it’s not because I’m in danger. That someone put a hit out on me. There are so many questions I need answers to, but there’s something else I need more.

He steps up to me, pressing his body against mine. I grab the front of his T-shirt in my fist and tug his face so close that our noses practically touch.

“Braxton,” I say quietly.

“Yeah, baby?”

I flick my tongue out and lick his top lip. “Fuck me.”

Goliath

Fuck, my cock turns to granite hearing those words leave her mouth. I had her tight heat wrapped around me not even an hour ago, and I still feel like a teenager about to have his dick wet for the first time ever.

Something tells me it’ll always be like this with this woman.

I grab her waist and toss her back onto the bed. She bounces twice before settling on the mattress. Reaching over my shoulders, I grip the back of my shirt and rip it over my head. Her eyes focus on my chest, and her tongue comes out to lick her bottom lip. I groan at the mental image that pops into my head of her running that tongue down the length of my cock.

That’ll come later.

“Clothes off, Alex,” I growl, my patience to stuff my cock inside her needy cunt growing thin.

She quickly sheds her clothes while I yank off the rest of mine. As soon as the last piece of clothing hits the floor and Alex spreads herself back down on the mattress in front of me, I grab her legs and open them wide. My mouth fucking waters at the sight this new position presents.

Jesus, I want to devour her whole. Feast on her for hours until we’re both a mindless mess.

She said earlier that she may be starting her period. There’s a little bit of evidence of that now trickling out of her hole. Just a small bit of red. But that still doesn’t change my need to lick her from asshole to slit.

That part will come later too. Maybe I’ll fuck her mouth while she sits her pretty little pussy on my face, smearing her blood and cum all over me.

“Please, Brax,” she moans, taking my attention away from her cunt and to her face. “I need you so much.” Her hands go to her tits, tweaking her nipples, and her back arches off the bed. “I feel so empty.”

“You want my cock, baby?” I ask. “Does this needy pussy need to be stretched?”

“Yes,” she pants.

Gripping the base of my shaft, I angle it down so the head presses against her cunt lips. I slip the tip between the slippery folds, but I don’t push inside yet. Instead, I thrust a little so the head bumps against her clit. A drop of pre-cum leaks from the tip, and I smear it around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

She moans and tries to lift her hips to get a better angle. I press my hand against her stomach, holding her down.

“Stay still,” I order, “and let me play.”

Her pretty lips form a pout. “Stop torturing me.”

I grin down at her. “Not just you, baby.” My lips lose the curve, and I grit my teeth when my cock nudges her entrance.

It would be so easy to shove my hips forward and bury myself inside her. In one simple move, I’d have her tight warmth gripping me.

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