Page 218 of Santa Daddies
“It is? George always said it was too fat.”
“George is your ex?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Dumb fucker. Don’t know what he was looking at, but he was wrong. Come here, Alice.” He crooked a finger at her and she got up and walked over to him.
He grasped hold of her chin, tilting her face back. “You are beautiful, amazing, and sexy. Do not ever let anyone tell you differently.”
She stared up at him in wonder.
“I want to kiss you,” he told her. “But I don’t want you to feel like you have to let me just because you’re staying here.”
“I don’t,” she blurted out. “I don’t feel like that at all. Please.”
“Such a good girl. So beautiful.” He pressed his lips to hers. He’d meant to keep it chaste and sweet, but his need took over. He swept his tongue into her mouth, taking over completely.
Alice’s head spun as he pulled back and stared down at her, both of them breathing heavily. A whimper escaped her mouth.
“Please don’t stop.”
“If I keep going, I’m going to fuck you,” he told her.
“That’s good. Because if you didn’t, I would have fucked you.”
A laugh escaped him and she smiled, joy filling her. He barely smiled. And she wasn’t sure she’d heard him laugh.
“Take off your clothes, baby. I want to see you.”
Her heart raced. She didn’t have the best body. She was pale and kind of thin. Except for her ass. Would he like what he saw?
“Show me,” he urged, cupping her chin.
Then he stepped back and slowly sat on the edge of the bed.
“Are you okay to do this with your leg?” she asked him.
“Alice. Clothes off. Now.”
She was moving without thought, stripping until she was completely naked.
Wow. How did he do that? She could feel her cheeks heating.
“Fuck me, you’re so beautiful,” he told her with a groan. “Come here.” He crooked a finger at her and she moved until she stood between his parted legs.
He cupped one breast, holding it up as he leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth.
A moan escaped her and he moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment.
She ran her fingers through his short hair. His beard scraped against her nipple as he kissed up her chest. It was the most delicious sort of torture. He placed his mouth on the base of her neck, then placing his hand behind her head, he drew her down so her lips met his.
Heaven.
That was all she could think. She was already hot with need, her clit throbbing. It was a terrible thing to think, but she wasn’t sure that she’d ever been this turned on with George.
“Part your legs,” he ordered. “I want to feel how wet you are.”
She moaned as he slid his hand between her legs to cup her mound. Then he ran a finger through her folds, before pushing it deep inside her.
