Page 39 of Naughty Santa Daddy

He slips his arm through the robe, and that’s when I see it—a Christmas tattoo. A tiny gingerbread man with the nameGrannyhidden on his side near his armpit. A hardened-as-hell biker with jailhouse ink with a cookie for his grandma, that about sums up Braxton. Tough but sweet underneath. His eyes are everywhere but on me, and I realize I haven’t said a word since he opened up.

We have so much in common. Just like me, he had his childhood taken away. In a hurry, I tell him about poor Emily’s untimely death at age ten, and how I somehow survived. “It was a warning to my papá. Not even my youth would spare me from our enemies. My parents granted me rare permission to havea normal night, allowing me to attend a sleepover and later a birthday party. Unfortunately, Emily ended up paying the price. Since I’m Alessandra Allegrini, Lorenzo Allegrini’s daughter and his designated heir, destined to lead thefamigliain the future, Papá never allowed me to live a normal life afterward. I’ve been on high alert my whole life because of my family.

“That’s where my training you were asking about originated—an entire lifetime spent on the edge. Years of instruction that I took to heart, so what happened to Emily never happened to anyone again. My home became a prison. Fuck, I got so tired of looking over my shoulder. Once an adult, I broke out, left thefamigliato have my own life, but I still have to watch my back. Even in fucking Alabama, a name change can't save me. I can’t escape who I am. I was so lonely because no man can handle the danger of being with me... Not until I met you.”

Goliath

Getting up, I lift the Christmas robe from the floor. Granny bought it for me, so it’s big enough. I put it on and make a great Santa, similar to how I looked when we first met. As Alex pours her heart out, I’m taking it in, I really am, but I want nothing more than to claim her. Fuck her cares away. But I also know that I have to be careful. The doctor went on and on about stuff I don't fully understand, saying it’s still early in the pregnancy. Basically, she needs to take it easy if she's spotting. And I ain’t sure I can go easy on her. So, I’m going for the naughty alternative.

On the bed, my woman watches me in awe, nibbling her bottom lip as I tug the red and white material around my body. When I don’t attack her right away, she parts her pretty lips to complain. “Braxton, what are you doing?”

“You’ll see,” I tell her as I tie the robe, covering up my physique. “Have you been a good girl this year?”

She frowns as my dick disappears. “Yeah, but I wanted to visit the North Pole.”

Shit, seeing her pout makes me want to blow my load down her throat. The sight of Alex, completely naked, stretched out on my bed, is the best damn present I could ask for. I touch her cheek and run my thumb over her plump lower lip, picturing sliding my cock between her perfect teeth. “Oh, you’re going to visit the North Pole. And Santa will come down your chimney. But Santa's gonna hook you up with a gift first.”

With a flutter of her lashes, Alex flashes a wide smile. “Is it a big package, Santa Daddy?”

Fuck, my dick’s throbbing. I resist the urge to slam into her with every ounce of my being. Damn, I’m so impatient for all this shit to be over so I can flex her at the club. I told Miller she’s mine, and I can’t wait to make it official in front of my brothers.

Leaning over her, I capture her lips first, kissing her just as she deserves to be kissed. Slow and deliberate, my tongue pumps into her mouth how I wish my cock could thrust into her pussy. While our mouths battle, my mind wanders to the deep connection we share, the stolen innocence of our youth, the unjust prisons, and her fierce need to save her loved ones.

My woman is strong and stubborn. But so am I. There’s no way I’m losing the best thing that's happened to me, and I’ll be damned if she puts herself in danger. She’s in the dark that I’ve clashed with Miller about it. He agrees using her as bait could do the trick. Even if he swears we’d protect her, it’s the wrong move. I know it. Just like long ago, on that fateful night, we got caught, and I did a seven-year stretch in prison. Something’s off.

This time, I gotta go with my gut. I’ve never fought Prez on anything, but the stakes are too high. Thank God Miller is a good friend and has given me the final say. The thought of losing Alex and our future makes my chest tighten. As it dawns on me, I smile into her mouth.I love this woman.

Right as I’m about to tell her, she cuts in and begs, “Please, Santa Daddy. Come down my chimney.”

Alex’s body twists beneath me, her neck all tingly from my kisses as I work my way down to her tits. I bite her nipples, but she yells out, her boobs sore from the pregnancy. Her cry just makes me want to hear her scream even louder when she’s feeling better.

I’m dying to taste her.

I drop to my knees, pushing her thighs wide, and take a second to admire her laid out, all spread-eagle and waiting for me to do my thing. Damn, she’s hot as hell, with a smooth and waxed kitty, all prepped for this. I lean in, giving her pussy a good lick, and she’s stroking my hair, making those sexy sounds that make me go wild. I tease her clit, flicking and sucking, while my fingers slide in, stretching her silky walls. She gasps as I push deeper, hooking my digits, stroking her on the inside, and I can tell she’s already close, ready to give in.

Fuck, I ain’t letting her finish just yet. I remove my fingers and dive in, extending my tongue into her hole, teasing her tender flesh with my teeth. She tenses for a second, then melts into my mouth, giving in to the pleasure. Her taste is something else, salty and addictive. Alex is breathing hard, imploring me to end her.

I’m eating her pussy like it’s my last night alive. It ain’t just about making her feel good; it’s about taking control, compelling her to submit to me. Each lick, each suck gets more intense, building toward the climax she’s hunting. My cock is a ticking time bomb, but this isn’t about me at the moment. It’s about ensuring Alex receives what she needs.

As I keep working her swollen clit, I feel the power take over me. She’s right there, but I’m not ready for her to let go just yet. I give her sweet spot a lashing with my tongue, nibbling gently, making her gasp and moan even louder. Her body’s tensing andrelaxing, and I drive two fingers into her dripping pussy again, feeling her shake as she tries to hold off.

Bucking and grinding, Alex nearly rips my scalp off, screaming until she finally lets go. I raise my head to watch her come. She gets all shaky when I take my hand away, and we stare at each other, me licking my lips and fingers clean of her juices. She’s a hot mess, panting and twitching from the aftershocks. It’s a beautiful sight. I give her a second to catch her breath.

She’ll need it because we’re just getting started.

I toss a pillow under her knees as Alex drops in front of me like she knows exactly what’s coming. As I undo the Santa robe, she looks up at me with that glazed-over expression, mouth hanging open, practically begging for it.

“Ready for the North Pole?” I grin down at her.

She smirks, licking her lips like a hungry cat. “Yes, Santa Daddy.”

“If a smokin’ elf like you can handle it,” I tease, knowing full well she’s about to blow my mind.

A challenge lights up in her eyes, and I know I’m in for a wild ride.

My woman takes me in, her mouth all warm and slippery. Fuck, I want to lose it right away, but I hold back. She’s driving me crazy with those slow strokes. Fuck, Alex is playing with fire, and every strike of her tongue on my sensitive head adds more gasoline.

As she keeps going, she gets bolder, more aggressive, practically eating my cock. She looks right at me, daring me to catch up. Not gonna give in that easily. I jerk her skull back, tangling my fingers in her hair.

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