Page 39 of Santa Daddies
She squealed, but I didn’t stop this time. I laid another one on her, this time it hit the middle of her ass. And I followed the same pattern repetition for a set of five. Her bottom was red, and she was panting like an overheated dog.
“Okay babygirl, I’m checking in. How are you doing?”
She looked back at me, her eyes bluer than I’d ever seen them. “That was intense,” she said on a breath. “But I’m green.” Her voice shook a little when she said it.
“Spread your legs wider,” I demanded and she obeyed quickly. “Now I want your chest on the bed, so your ass is up high.” Again, she complied. I walked to her, leaning down to give her redden cheeks a wet kiss before running my tongue along the crack of her ass.
“Touch yourself.”
“Um, what?”
I smacked her ass with my palm, sharply. “I said, touch yourself.” I waited until she moved her right hand between her legs, cupping herself. “Now put your fingers in your folds and play until you come.”
“But I?—”
I stood abruptly, and using the bath brush, I paddled her ass hard four times.
“You can. And you’re going to, or I’ll use this brush that hard again for a count of twenty and I won’t let you come at all.”
She started rubbing herself and I waited, watching until her breathing picked up. And then I helped. I slid a finger inside her, and then two, pumping as she worked her clit. Her breathing became choppy, and I used my other hand to pull her breast out of her bra. Massaging it before focusing my attention on her hardened nipple. I added a finger to her pussy, using three now, and tweaked and rolled her nipple. She started crying out.
“That’s it, Little Red, come for Daddy. Come hard on my fingers.”
She screamed into her mattress as her pussy spasmed around my digits.
“That’s my good girl,” I crooned. “Such a pretty girl coming for Daddy.”
“Please, I need your cock,” she said on a moan.
“You do. Patience now, while I get a condom.” I wasted no time losing my jeans and shoving my boxers down. The condom I’d put in my jean pocket earlier could have been seen as presumptuous, but there were no complaints as I sheathed it over my cock. I climbed onto my knees on the bed.
“Fuck me hard, Daddy, please.”
As soon as I placed my cockhead at her entrance she mewled, and I slammed into her soaking wet heat. I stroked slowly a few times getting her used to me before I began pumping into her faster. My hips smacked against her fiery hot ass, and she moaned and cried in pleasure as the slapping of flesh against flesh echoed in the room.
Grabbing a handful of her hair, I pounded into her, harder and faster until she called out, begging for release. I felt the telltale tingle at the base of my spine and granted her request with a demand she come.
I growled as I came, riding in the wake of her pleasure.
After our breathing quieted, I went to the bathroom to clean myself up and bring her a warm cloth. I took my time cleaning her wet well-fucked pussy before tossing the cloth into the laundry bin and tucking myself against her in the bed. Spooning her tightly, I kissed the top of her head tenderly.
“You’re absolutely amazing, Emily.”
Her reply was to snuggle tighter against me and sigh contentedly.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed but the house was still quiet when I came out of my stupor.
“You okay, honey?”
“A hundred times better than okay.”
“I’m not sure when everyone will be back. Do you want me to leave?”
“Do you want to leave?”
I smiled at the back of her head, her insecurity unfurling a further connection inside me. She had no idea how amazing she was. How she’d awakened things in me I’d never felt with anyone before. “Not at all.”
“Please stay.”
