Page 173 of Santa Daddies
“I know. If I say red, everything stops. Same for you.” I wink at him.
He shakes his head and steps toward the bed. Sure, that’s been how I fantasized he’d take me, but the spanking bench is too tempting. I pull against his grip and point at the bench. “Let’s do it there.”
Loren exhales hard. “I don’t know, Belle… I bought you, we’re having sex in front of people…” He draws my gaze to the window where we already have an audience. “I want to do it right, on the bed, for you, not for them.”
For me. I feel so empowered.
“I just think it’s a lot for your first time.” He nods toward the bed, but I hold my position.
“Is this why women don't enjoy sex, particularly the first time? Because men think they know what we want?”
“I’ll do right by you.”
“You signed a contract that this will be all about me, and I want the bench.”
He wraps his arms around me so quickly my hands are trapped between us. Did he mean to have my hands against his cock? Holy fuck, he's hard. I purposely move my fingers, making him growl.
“Fine.” He kisses along the side of my face, and as I tilt my head and tiptoe, our lips come together.
Oh, my god. We should have been doing this all along. My mind floats to Krampus for a brief moment… the kiss we shared… Could I handle two guys at once?
My legs are weak and Loren has to steady me.
He makes space between us and lifts our hands. He kisses my fingers then shifts his hands to my waist and lifts me, carrying me until my back presses against the wall. “Do you realize how many times I heard you moan late at night? I wanted to break down the wall between our bedrooms and show you how hard that made my cock.”
“It was always for you.”
“You're such a naughty girl.”
I want to make some quip about being on the naughty list–Krampus’ list, but can’t risk this moment. Loren smothers me in kisses while grinding his hips against me.
He moves a hand under my bottom and shoves his pants down. His cock springs free underneath me, pressing against my soaked panties. My lower lips are so wet they try to take him, but the dang fabric’s in the way.
He rocks his hips back and forth, creating pressure on my clit in a way I’ve never managed on my own. Is it the anticipation, the lack of control, the sheer need? I dreamed of riding his cock so many times, but didn’t dream big enough.
Loren’s breathless. “Bellamie, this is so right. So worth the wait.”
“I never thought you wanted me.”
“I did, always, but didn’t want anyone to think I was taking advantage of my younger stepsister. And I didn’t want to risk hurting our family.”
He slants his lips over mine, kissing until neither of us can breathe. “I don’t want to rush this, Belle.”
“We have the rest of our lives to take it slow. Tonight is all about feeding the passion.”
“Can you come like this?” He grinds harder, his cock torturing my lady bits.
I lean my head forward, my cheek against his. “Yes. Can you?”
“I want to wait until I’m inside of you.”
“Why not go for both?” My tone turns wickedly seductive.
“Fine, I’ll mark you then fill you.”
“That’s right, Santa, I want it all.” I risk the joke, but he doesn’t miss a beat.
“Your dress is going to get messed up.”
