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“That’s easy, babygirl. I simply need a nice long taste of that cream between your legs.”
“You always have really good ideas, Santa Daddy,” she said with a giggle and the shriek that filled the room when I tossed her onto the bed was epic.
Chapter Nine
Marcie
The shriek I’d given when he’d thrown me didn’t have time to dissipate before I gave another when he made a leap and joined me. My body lifted with the force of his hitting the mattress, my arms and legs flailing like a disjointed marionette. Santa Daddy earned another title of Puppet Master as he easily snagged me out of thin air and pulled me beneath him. Just as he’d not shed a single piece of clothing, neither did he begin to undress me. Instead, he simply yanked my legs wide and dove between my thighs.
I suppose I shouldn’t have but when he looked up and frowned, I just shrugged.
“Is there a problem, Santa Daddy?”
“Nope,” he quipped.
As they say, the proof is in the pudding. I never understood what that was supposed to mean, but if it even came close to meaning your Daddy Dom simply slipped his fingers into his submissive’s panties and ripped them completely off her body, then my Daddy’s picture was right next to the definition in Merriam-Webster’s dictionary.
The lace sailed off the bed and my body sailed into euphoria as his tongue broadened and took one long smooth lick along my sex.
“Yummm,” he growled, and I giggled when his head lifted and he smacked his lips. “Sweetest candy ever.”
“You’re so full of it,” I said, the silly words making me feel as if I was the greatest treasure on earth.
“Oh, you have no clue how filling I can be.” His lips, already slick with my cream curled into a smirk. “But you will soon be full when you come for Santa Daddeee…”
He had to have known that would cause me to giggle, but when he returned to licking me as if I truly was the candy cane he’d claimed I must be, my giggles changed into sounds that could only be interpreted as one thing—pure bliss.
My fingers clenched at the quilt beneath me as two fingers slipped inside my pussy and curled to stroke along the sensitive pad of my G-spot. My back arched when his teeth clamped onto my throbbing clit, my ability to speak regressing to nothing more than a mantra consisting of a single word. “Please, please, pleaseeeee…”
I was so wet I could feel my arousal slipping down the crack of my buttocks and when he began to swirl his finger in the liquid to lubricate it, I didn’t even have time to tense before it breached my ass.
Full of him?
Teeth grinding on my clit, tongue lapping my sex, fingers curled in my pussy and now one—oh, god, no, make that two—buried in my ass, I understood what he’d meant. I was incapable of thought after that, All I could do was babble, squirm, arch and surrender.
Every single muscle of my body tensed as my climax built, and when I imploded, I saw stars. But when he moved to kneel, his hands under my legs, pressing my knees to my chest, andthen drove his cock, not into my pussy, but into my ass, I saw the gates of heaven open and heard my scream join with the chorus of angels singing halleluiah.
It was rough, it was primal, it was unrelenting—it was everything I could ever have hoped for.
The climax I’d just had was nothing compared to the one he drove me to as he pounded into my ass. The weight of his body on mine assured my legs remained bent and his hand that took both of mine and pinned them above my head assured that I could do nothing more than feel nerve endings snapping, synapses arcing with electricity, nothing existing but the two of us who’d joined to become one being.
By the time I felt him begin to tense, I’d lost count of how many times I’d come. Tears leaked down my face as my cream leaked down the cheeks of my ass. I was a mass of glorious emotional ecstasy and when he bellowed for me to come with him, how I managed, I’d never know, but knew I’d follow him to hell and back for the rest of my life.
I had no idea how much time had passed when I stirred. Then again, I actually had no idea when I’d fallen asleep.
La petite mort.
Thatwouldexplain it and the memory made me smile. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Wait. What? Sure, she’d always been a bit snarky, but never had she ever spoken aloud before. And her laugh, it was not what I would expect. The tone was far too low…
“Well, jingle my bells, you’re not Ms. Snarky. You’reMr.Snarky!”
“Marcie, honey, can you hear me?”
“Huh? Duh, you’re in my head. Of course I can hear you.”
