Page 36 of Santa Daddy, I'm Not the One

Slowly he pushed the dildo inside me. It was nowhere near as big as his cock, but the sensation of being filled was breathtaking. The friction against my prostate sent waves of pleasure through me as Nils moved it in and out.

His steady rhythm made me want more. He gradually increased his pace, and each time he hit my prostate dead on, I gasped. He was silent while he worked me open, his gaze locked on my face.

“Now I think you’re ready for more,” he said.

When he reached for the enormous dildo, I whimpered in the back of my throat and swallowed, my mouth dry, wanting to scream at him that it wouldn’t fit. He positioned it against my opening and rotated it as he pushed, stretching me in a way I had never experienced.

My legs shook, and my labored breathing filled the workshop. He pulled the dildo out and applied more lube, then settled it back against my hole. The lube helped, but barely, as the broad head forced its way into my tiny body.

I squeezed my eyes shut, a strangled gasp escaping my lips as I wrestled with the sensations overwhelming me. The pressure was intense, like nothing I’d ever experienced—too much and not enough all at once.

Little by little, he pushed the larger toy inside me until it was fully seated. My world tipped sideways, and everything blurred by a haze of pleasure and pain. His free hand found my neglected cock, pumping it in time with the rhythm he was setting with the large dildo.

I felt like I was being ripped in two, but it felt so good, especially when he leaned over me and took my cock into his mouth, sucking on it while shoving the dildo with greater force. I trapped each scream in my throat and took everything he gave with gratitude.

“Fuck.” Nils removed the dildo. “Look at that hole.”

He slipped his tongue inside me, lapping at my stretched openness. Each flick of his tongue reignited the heat within me, and shivers raked down my spine as he continued to lick and suck. I whimpered, shuddered under his touch, wishing Icould move against him, but I was just a doll who moved when handled.

Nils spat against my hole, using his fingers to spread it around, then flipped me over to lie on my stomach. Gripping my ass, he squeezed and molded like he was a sculptor and I was his clay. He hissed and groaned, leaving me a quivering mess of anticipation.

“I wanted to leave you alone, doll.” He fed his cock inside my body. “I didn’t want to touch you, and this is why. Can’t get enough of your body. All day I dream about how you feel around me. That tight ass taking me in so perfectly. Yeah, just like that.”

He hunched over me, grasping my shoulders to keep me steady as he buried himself deep inside, releasing an animalistic groan. He pulled out and slammed back into me with a force that sent shockwaves through my body.

Nils was utterly relentless, his pace tireless, his movements harsh and unyielding. Each stroke was like a punch to the gut that left me gasping for breath. Every thrust drove me harder into the table. I laid my palms flat on the cold surface, struggling to keep myself grounded. The world around me blurred into insignificance until all I sensed was Nils. Everything about him consumed me: his body against mine, his heavy breathing in my ear, the pressure of his hand, which was now around the back of my neck, holding me down.

“Take that cock,” he grunted. “Perfect little fuck doll.”

Every nerve in my body felt electrified as he pounded into me with a rawness that was breathtaking. His voice was a husky growl in my ear, his words filled with lust. He tightened his grip on me, his breath hitching as he drove himself into me repeatedly.

His climax built within him, his thrusts becoming more frantic, more urgent. I was close too, so close to being pushed over the edge by his relentless assault on my senses. Our moansand grunts mingled with the slapping of flesh against flesh. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Nils slammed into me again, filling me to the hilt and coming hard inside me.

Almost immediately, his knot forced its way into me, stretching me even wider. An agonizing pleasure swept over me as I groaned out loud. Nils growled deeply as he continued to thrust, his cock squelching around the abundance of cum he pumped deep inside me.

Panting heavily with his forehead pressing against my back, he trailed kisses over my skin. My cock was still hard, and I squirmed, wanting to come.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I couldn’t stop the knot. There was just so much cum, and I wanted you to have it all.”

I remained silent, and he chuckled. “You can be a human again.”

I gasped and shoved my ass back against him. “I’m so hard it’s painful. Please, Daddy.”

Nils wrapped an arm around my middle and, holding me, stepped back and sat in his chair. “Ride my knot and let it milk you.”

He didn’t need to tell me twice. I clutched the arms of the chair, positioned my feet on his thighs, and moved. Each rise and fall was a new peak of pleasure, the pressure of his knot against my prostate unbearable.

“That’s it. Fuck yourself on my knot.”

I groaned, all sense of time and place evaporating as I surrendered to the waves of pleasure washing over me. Nils thrust up, shoving his knot deeper and deeper until screams of pleasure ripped from my throat and I shot cum all over the floor and my stomach.

I collapsed in a heap on his chest, sweaty and exhausted. The intensity of my orgasm left me shaking. Nils wrapped his arms around me, providing me with warmth from his big, hairy body.

“How do you feel?” He nuzzled my neck. So many kisses from him. I felt like I was in heaven.

“Right now? Like a marshmallow. That was amazing.”

“You’re amazing. I love holding you like this after sex.”

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