Page 85 of Santa’s Little Faker
Eventually.
I was really glad the internet was right about spankings.
The hot flash of heat as his hand came down fired through me and went right to my dick, making me squirm and getting another spank.
“Are you trying to come? Is that allowed?”
There was no good answer to either question, so I whined and spread my legs wider, tempting him. “I had to get ready for you, Daddy. I need you.”
And I’d waited a really long time to get to this point, so I wasn’t going to claim to have a lot of patience anymore.
“I think you just need me to play with your naughty hole.” Daddy was definitely more like Master as he tapped right over the center of my ass. “I’m not hearing anything sweet. Just needy.”
He was so ridiculous.
But man…that was…how frustrated would he be if my spanking made me come?
“I need all of you, Daddy.” Very frustrated. He would be very frustrated because he needed romance. I forgot. “I love you. You’re my Daddy.”
Oh, that moan.
He loved romance just as much as he loved me.
“My sweet boy.” Daddy squeezed my hot cheeks, sending more sparks through me as I humped his lap and earned another spank. “Let me hear it again.”
“I love you, Daddy.” When he stopped squeezing my ass, I pushed up and groaned as the ache really started to sink into me. But that didn’t stop me from curling onto his lap and snuggling close…or from wiggling my spanked ass over his erection. “I love how you take care of me and how you keep me safe and how you watch my ass when you think I’m not looking.”
He barked out a laugh and rolled us over so he had me trapped under him. “You kept wearing those pants. The tight ones. You’re such a brat.”
I had to fight with what I’d been given.
“Are you going to show your brat who he belongs to?” Needing to get him even more riled up, I aimed to look as innocent as I could as I gazed up at him. “Are you going to breed your boy, Daddy?”
Oh, that was fun.
Even if I hadn’t read the books, just the heated look on his face would’ve been enough to make me horny and curious.
“I think it’s the only way you’re going to remember who you belong to, boy.” His deep, passionate tone sent a shiver through me which just seemed to turn him on even more. “I’m going to fill up your belly and you’ll never be able to forget who you belong to.”
That was even better than it’d been in the books.
Real life was so much better than fiction, and it got even better as he pushed up and stripped his shirt off as he glared down at me.
Total alpha material.
“Spread your legs, boy. Show me how needy you are.” The order had me nearly coming right then, but luckily for me and my dick, he behaved as I spread my legs wider. “Good boy.”
His hands paused stripping off his own pants to reach out and grab my thighs, spreading my legs wider and pushing them up to make sure he could see every inch of me. “Better. Hold them just like that so I can see how pretty that tight little hole is.”
Wow.
Even he was right…that was even better.
It scrambled my brains slightly, though, and he was naked before I remembered I needed to play along too. “I saved it just for you, Daddy.”
How could anyone else have compared?
I wasn’t totally insane. I’d dated other people but Bastian wasn’t like anyone else I’d ever met, and I couldn’t imagine having this moment with anyone else.
