Page 93 of Naughty Santa Daddy

“You have all the answers, don’t you?”

He smirks, “I do.” His tone is playful, but there's an edge of something else lurking beneath it.

I pull away slightly, catching a flicker of raw emotion in his eyes that only lasts a moment before he masks it. “You are in charge, after all,” I reply, trying to keep things light-hearted.

“And I want you on your knees and my cock in your mouth. Get naked,” he growls, the intensity in his voice sending shivers down my spine. “Right now.”

“Do I need to be naked for that?”

“Just follow directions, or you won’t come tonight.”

Well, okay. He’s definitely in a mood tonight.

I walk backward, pulling my shirt over my head and throwing it at a nearby chair. I kick off my shoes and unbutton my jeans, sliding them down my hips before stepping out of them.

His eyes rake over me, hungry, possessive, burning, as if ready to devour me.

As much as it scares me, I have to admit, I like it. Does this make me a little bit demented? Absolutely. I did jump into a stranger's car and end up right here, in this situation.

His desire ignites mine, making my heart race and my core ache with need.

“Everything off,” he commands, still fully clothed himself.

I raise an eyebrow at him and point out, “You’re still dressed.”

“Fine,” he grumbles, stripping off his shirt and tossing it onto the growing pile of discarded clothes on the chair. “That’s all you get.”

I watch as he stalks toward me, pushing me down to my knees in front of him.

“But before we continue,” he says, his voice low and commanding, “there is one rule.”

I look up at him through my lashes, anticipation building between us as a wicked smirk spreads across his face. “And what is that?” I ask.

“You can’t touch yourself until I give you permission.” He gestures toward his crotch. “Now take me out.”

I follow his instructions, freeing his throbbing, weeping cock from his pants and pumping it with my hand. Before I can do much else, he brushes my hand away, grabs his dick at the base, and threads his fingers through my hair, guiding me to take him in my mouth.

As soon as my lips part, he pushes his length in, not caring if I am ready or not. I struggle not to gag as he thrusts into the back of my throat, controlling the pace with his hands tangled in my hair. His movements show that he wants complete control over me, so I cling to his fabric-covered thighs for stability and brace myself for whatever comes next.

“Your mouth is perfect,” he groans as he picks up speed. His hips rock back and forth, driving himself deeper inside me with each thrust. His moans grow louder and more desperate.

I meet his intense gaze, feeling lost in this feral moment between us. The pressure building inside me intensifies with each passing second, and I can't help but crave to touch myself. It is crazy how his pleasure incites mine.

“You want to play with your pussy, don’t you?” Massimo taunts me with a grin. “You want to circle your clit and make that ache disappear.”

I can’t respond, only take what he gives me. My body burns with need, and the throbbing deep within me grows stronger with each passing moment.

But then he speaks again, sending a shiver down my spine. “Hadley is a good girl who listens, isn't she?”

I lift my gaze to meet his, tears blurring my vision. The intensity between us is becoming almost too much to handle.

Why do I want him so much?

His thrusts become more powerful and erratic, precum coating my tongue with its salty-sweet taste.

“You're going to take everything I give you,” he rasps, his voice heavy with desire. “Because you're mine. No one else’s.” His words have a powerful effect on me, scaring me a little with their possessiveness. Even though he's said similar things before, they've never affected me in this way.

At this moment, it feels like he's somehow binding me to him. Deep down, a part of me can't help but revel in that feeling of being claimed by him. He's not giving me a choice—and as much as it frightens me, I can't deny a part of me likes it.

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