Page 16 of Santa Daddies
Oh, my fucking god. His tongue slid between my already parted lips, and it was fucking bliss. I held my breath my ass burning where his fingers gripped, but I didn’t care, not when his tongue was dancing over my swollen clit.
“Little Red?”
“Yes…” I gasped. “Yes, Daddy?”
“Come on my tongue, yeah?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
His tongue started flicking my clit, swirling, flicking, swirling, flicking, and then his mouth covered it, and he sucked. I saw fucking stars. He released me and I stood on my own, so he could fondle my breasts. Plucking and twisting my nipple with one hand, he impaled me with two fingers from his other. It was right then I knew he hadn’t lied to me.
It was the Fourth of July and New Years Eve all in one as I exploded against his face and ground myself shamelessly onto his fingers and tongue.
“Merry fucking Christmas,” I sputtered as he sucked every bit of my orgasm from me.
Santa Daddy grabbed my hips again, assisting me to straddle him and sit on his lap. His cock hard beneath my me made my head swirl. He was huge and I had to fight the urge to grind against it and possibly ruin his Santa-suit pants.
“Please, I need you inside me,” I said, still out of breath.
“You’ll get me, Little Red. Just let me get these pants down.”
I rose, giving him room to work and then he pulled me down and his huge cock slid between my hot slick asscheeks.
“Condom?” I asked, and he kissed my back.
“I want you in this very position, yeah?” he said in between kisses, but when I started to move, he wrapped his arms around my middle and pulled me back against him. His kisses started at my neck then, and his hands found my breasts, kneading, plucking, tweaking and twirling until I was throbbing again.
“Daddy, I want your cock inside me so badly.”
“Shh, okay baby, up you get,” he said, giving my hip a sharp pat.
I rose on shaky legs feeling heavy with satisfaction while also simultaneously needy. He rose too, slipping away while holding his Santa trousers up as he went.
I watched him as he walked back, his perfect body finally naked. Christmas lights reflected off his tanned skin, and his huge, hard, condom-sheathed cock bobbed with every step.
He sat on the sofa, grabbing my hips, and pulling me to straddle him, this time facing him. Releasing my hips, he cupped my face and pulled me to him, kissing me. It was both demanding and sweet, and his tongue coaxed mine to play. His lips plucked at mine and his fingers threaded through my hair.
“You’re so beautiful, so responsive, and so fucking sweet.”
I rose onto my knees. Reaching between us to hold his cock out, I closed my eyes, and slid down on top of him, impaling myself with a moan of pleasure. He groaned, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck to pull me close while bucking underme. I rose again with his buck, and we moved until we found our rhythm. After only a few minutes like this, he stopped me.
“Turn around.”
I did as he asked, rising off his cock and turning my ass to him. He guided me down onto his cock then, letting me slowly inch down him. Once I was again filled with him, he started moving beneath me. We rocked together, back into a delicious rhythm.
Eyes closed, I felt the waves of bliss building inside me. But then, he cupped my mons, something both hard and soft against his palm.
“What is that?” I asked breathily, but then it started to buzz, and I was swept higher into bliss.
“Oh my god, is that…” But I didn’t finish my sentence as he pressed the vibrator harder against my clit and held it there. I rose and fell on his cock, and the vibe went with me. I bit my lip, the pleasure so intense it rivalled pain.
“Come for me, Little Red. Come on Santa’s lap.”
And I did. For the first time in my entire life and he came right with me.
Chapter Six
Emily
