Page 174 of Santa Daddies
“I hope so.”
“Fuck! Grind on it, Belle.” With the rocking of his hips, I'm at his mercy.
My sex tightens around the emptiness I’m desperate for him to fill.
I teeter on the brink of my orgasm, fueled by every movement. Are Loren’s walls breaking down or is he simply feeding into my fantasy, giving me a one-time pleasure because he has to make this good for me?
My orgasm winds tighter and tighter. “I’m so close. Come with…” My words trail off as fireworks explode in my body. Bliss consumes me.
A rumble emanates from Loren’s chest, sending further stimulation through my body, straight to my clit. His cock pulses and his warm, wet release soaks through my clothes.
Catching breaths between waves of climax, lacking the ability to form any clever words, I let my eyes fall shut as another wave of pleasure racks my body.
He sets me on my feet briefly to shuck the clothes from his lower half, then carries me to the spanking bench.
I’m so limp, I follow his guidance. He sets me on my knees and makes sure my hands are steady on the top pad before stepping in front of me.
“You know how long I’ve waited to see these titties? You paraded around without a bra so many times, I couldn’t helpbut imagine my tongue on your perky little nipples.” He reaches around me and unzips the back of my dress.
I take his question as rhetorical, as it causes another orgasm tightening low in my belly. I shift my thighs together so I can squeeze.
He growls again when he realizes I don’t have a bra on. “Fuck!” My dress is promptly thrown to the side, leaving me in nothing but panties and heels.
“Everything about you is so goddam perfect, Belle. Even your dark, rosy nipples.”
And right now they’re so hard they hurt.
Caressing them with a hand he says, “They’d look incredible, full of milk, dripping on your swollen belly.”
Everything stops except for the electricity shooting from my nipples to my clit. I don’t think he meant to say that, at least not out loud.
“Green,” I whisper, not wanting him to overthink it.
He leans in, kisses my lips, then circles behind me and bends me over the bench.
First he spanks one cheek, then the other. “You're such a fucking tease, torturing me for years, and now in this little thong, Belle.
“All those curve-hugging leggings, the short shorts, the flirty sundresses. Was all of that because you wanted me to fill you with this cock?” He grips my hip tightly with one hand and slaps his hardened shaft against my butt.
“Yes,” I whimper.
He relaxes his fingers then spanks me again. I wait to feel what he’s going to do next, and shriek when he bites my butt. He’s full of surprises.
“That’s for being a pain in the ass,” Loren says.
“I’m sorry,” I say reflexively.
“I doubt it, because you’re not the good girl you pretend to be, Belle. Tonight we find out just how naughty my little stepsister is.”
A thought flits out of my brain, coming out as nothing more than a begging whimper on my lips.
“If I hadn't been waiting so long to pump you full of cum, I'd take a hell of a lot longer.” He rubs a hand over my back. “If I said I was going to fuck you hard and fast, Bellamie, what color safeword would you give me?”
“Green. Please fuck me, Loren, please.”
“So polite. That doesn’t make you any less naughty.” Loren’s laugh is almost sinister. I’ve never seen this side of my stepbrother. Then again, he’s never seen this side of me.
“I’ll go slowly at first.” He dips his fingers between my legs and tugs my thong to the side. Not taking it off?
