Page 120 of Santa Daddies
Okay, so I sorta wanted to die of embarrassment and sorta wanted to do exactly that!
Chapter Twelve
Marcie
I smiled, snuggling deeper into the soft, plush fur blankets of the reindeer-drawn open sleigh as it carried me and my Daddy across the snow-covered landscape. Birds soared along the sunbeams overhead, sleigh bells rang, and even the very air had the delicious aroma of my Daddy’s special homemade hot chocolate. Poking my nose out a bit further, I inhaled deeply, my mouth already watering at the thought of how that cocoa was going to taste with a cookie that Mrs. Claus had baked in her very own oven at the North Pole.
“Are we almost there, Daddy?” I asked. When no answer came, I reached out a hand to pat his arm but only felt the cold air of emptiness. “Daddy, where are you?”
“Ho-ho-ho, Merry Christmas!”
I shrieked and bolted upright, clutching the blanket to my chest, only it no longer felt like fur, it felt like… a quilt? Something was wrong. The birds had stopped singing and the reindeer’s antlers no longer spanned across my field of vision. And while the sleigh was still moving, it was no longer rocking. It was dipping to the side.
“Wake up, Marcie, it’s Christmas.”
Christmas?
My eyes flew open to see a smiling face beaming at me.
“Santa? Oh my god, it’s really you!”
I threw my arms around his neck, not caring that his white beard was tickling my lips or that his mustache was suddenly askew. “Merry Christmas, Santa!”
“And to you, babygirl. Merry Christmas.”
Still, it took me another moment to realize that while he was indeed Santa, he wasn’ttheSanta, but my very own Santa Daddy. I leaned back and clapped my palms against his cheeks. “I love you, Santa Daddy!”
“I love you too.” He grinned and pulled something out of the pocket of his red velvet Santa suit and held it above my head.
“Mistletoe!” I shouted and came close to knocking a tooth out when I slammed my lips against his, but who cared? I was kissing Santa, and he was kissing me right back!
It was the feel of his laughter vibrating from his belly to his lips that had me finally pulling back and giggling. “You’re really sexy, Santa.”
“Say that again and I might forget I came in to say it’s time to open presents?—”
“Oh, goody!” I flopped back on the bed and held out my arms.
“Silly girl, they’re under the tree.”
“Nope, my favorite one is right here,” I said, reaching out to tug on his beard and giggled again when it pulled away from his face, the elastic straps extending from where they were hooked over his ears. “I’m unwrapping it first!”
Though the reindeer evaporated and the birds flew away, the sleigh—aka our bed— cradled us as he gave up any sign of protestation and joined me in the warm nest that I’d made while in dreamland.
“Why, Santa, where are your red long johns?” I asked after I’d unbuttoned his coat and began to pull it open. My attempt at sexy banter was thwarted due to the fact that while he wasn’t wearing any long johns, there was a fat pillow posing as his big belly to fill out his suit. Turned out I probably should have started disrobing him by unbuckling the big golden buckle that held the wide black belt in place as it was also cinching the pillow that I’d last seen decorating our couch.
By this time, I was a mass of giggles and he was chuckling, but somehow, he not only lost the pillow, but the rest of his clothes and mine soon followed.
“Now that we’re both unwrapped, what’s next?” he asked.
“Silly, I want some more Santa kisses… all over. So get busy, Santa Daddy.”
And he did. If his lips failed to skim a single inch of me, it was my fault as I was either moaning or giggling as his mouth traveled all over my body from the top of my head all the way to my ten little toes. When he finally knelt up, I swallowed hard and reached out my hands, flexing my ten fingers.
“Gimme!”
He brow quirked, but I didn’t have time for that right now. I had a goal, and I had to reach it right now! I scrambled to my knees and then scooted across the mattress toward him. When I reached him, I smiled, reached out and planted my hand smack dab in the middle of his chest and pushed. His grunt of surprise to find himself on his back was followed by a much more pleasant growl when I moved to straddle his legs.
“Well, hello again, Dicky. I owe you an apology.” I stroked my fingers up the velvet-sheathed rod. “We’ve just been so busy since the party, which was a huge success. But you know all about being huge, don’t you, Dicky?” I paused again to run the tip of my finger along the slit, then spread the fluid over the head until I was sure he was glistening as much I guessed I had to be,loving the soft moan he gave in return. “I know I’ve yet to keep my promise I made that night, but I am so glad that I can keep it now. Do you think you can forgive me for making you wait?”
