Page 20 of Santa Daddy, I'm Not the One

“Aren’t you going to use a condom?”

“A condom? We don’t need it.”

“Why not?”

“I’m an eternal being. I don’t get diseases or infections.”

“Oh.” A thrill ran through me. I couldn’t deny I wanted to feel him raw.

“You should probably know what to expect.” He lay on top of me, and even though I heard his words, I reached for him and kissed him. I tentatively explored his body, running my fingers through the softness of the hair on his chest. I raised my hands to cup his pecs and thumb his nipples. He groaned into my mouth and raised his head.

“I saw the way you were looking at them,” he said.

I licked my lips. “I’ve never seen them this thick. Can I lick them?”

“Oh God, yes. But first, we really should talk about…hnngh.”

I wriggled down and caught one of his nipples between my lips. Hmm. So good. I closed my eyes, squeezing and releasing his pecs. He grew even thicker in my mouth. I suckled harder, and he groaned.

“Landon… Sweet boy.” He ran his hand down my side, his touch urgent. “Feels so good.”

If it felt good to him, I was in heaven with that nipple between my lips. I wrapped my arms and legs around him like a koala and clung to him. I shot my tongue out and licked his nipple at the same time I suckled. A tremor went through him.

“You love nursing from Daddy’s chest, sweet boy?” he murmured. “Go ahead. Take all you need.”

Tears filled my eyes at the warmth in his voice and the lack of judgment of his words. Some men had found my suckling habits weird. They had no idea how comforting it was for me.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I said softly and switched to his other nipple. From the hitch in his breath and his soft groans, he loved it. He suffered through my torture until I let his nipple slip free.

After him indulging me like that, he could ask anything from me, and I’d say yes.

“Fuck.” He caught my legs and spread them wide.

“Ooh, Santa said a bad word.” I giggled.

“And I’m going to say a lot more, but you won’t tell.”

“I won’t?”

“No, because I have just the thing to bribe you.”

He reached between our bodies, guided his cock to my asshole, and pressed in. I relaxed and pushed out.

“So big.” A sting tore through me. I placed a hand on his stomach to slow him down.

“Shh,” he said. Oh God, I was whimpering. “Easy, there. You can do it. You want to show Daddy how you can take his cock into that tiny body of yours, don’t you?”

I did. I really did. Grabbing his sides, I pulled him forward and cried out. When he bottomed out, my eyes rolled back. I was shaking and clinging to him. He could so easily smother me between him and the mattress, but he took care to give me enough room to breathe.

“That’s a good boy,” he praised. “That’s Daddy’s little angel, taking that cock so well. Do you want more of Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Please.”

He drew out and pushed back in with careful precision, but still it hurt. He was too big. Every thrust stung. My poor hole was thankful for the way he worked his cock inside me with sure strokes. He didn’t let my cries stop him from giving it to me the way I liked it.

“Please don’t stop,” I sobbed, tears dripping down my cheeks. “I want it. I want it so bad, Daddy.”

“I know, sweetheart.” His jaw was clenched as if he was holding back.

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