Page 28 of Warming Up Coco (Santa Daddy)

“It’s hot, but in a good way.”

“I’ve been taking your pretty little pussy too hard too often,” I groaned. I knew she needed to relax and let her body soak for a while, but by the way she played with the back of my hair, I knew she had other things in mind.

“I’ll never be too sore to take you, Daddy,” she whispered, and I groaned.

“Coco, I’m trying to be good here.”

“I bet you’ll be good here.” She grinned up at me with a sparkle in her eyes. “You’re good everywhere you take me.” The little minx had a dirty mouth on her, and I fucking loved it.

“You know what I mean, Coco.”

“I know,” she sighed and leaned closer. She kissed my cheeks right then left then right again. “I’ll be good.”

“Hmm, I have a feeling that’s not true,” I teased.

“What’s the saying? Be good or be good at it?” I chuckled at her sassy mouth I loved so much. She was the whole package, and I had no idea what I’d done in a past life to deserve a chance, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to fuck it up.

We sat together for a moment, her body on top of mine while our hands explored and rubbed out knots. “That feels so good,” she sighed as I worked her neck. “I knew you would be great at massages,” she confessed quietly.

Our eyes met, and I moved to hold her face with my hands. “I’m so sorry it took me a year to—"

“Shh.” She shook her head. “That’s neither here nor there, handsome.” She blinked and then shrugged. “I think the way we started… I don’t know, it worked out perfectly for us.”

“How do you figure?” I felt her settle in closer to my body. Her hands cupped my cheeks.

“Because we didn’t rush into it. You knew me, and I knew you. If someone can love you at your worst, I don’t know, I was thinking, maybe that forever you keep talking about is possible.” Something vibrated inside my chest, and I tugged on the back of her hair, careful not to hurt her. Her lips parted.

“You say pretty shit like that, and I’m going to need to take you to show you just how possible forever is.”

“Daddy,” she moaned, her lips parted in a perfect little o.

“You want that, don’t you, little girl? You want daddy’s dick in you, rooted so deep inside of you we have no idea where one of us begins and the other ends.” She trembled at my dirty words. The steam surrounding us turned the little skin we had exposed slick.

“Oh god, Lucas.” She slid against me. “Daddy, you’re hard.” My head fell back. I prayed for control, but I knew there wasn’t much of it with every time she shifted against me.

She writhed and squirmed until she settled her pussy over my length. But that wasn’t enough for her. No, my greedy girl loved her daddy’s dick as much as I loved giving it to her. I held her waist when she started to work her hips. Steam surrounded us, and despite the slight chill in the air from the temps and snow, the heat of the water protected us.

“Daddy,” she whined, “You’re so hard.”

“I am.” I grinned wolfishly, never stopped stroking her shoulders. “I’m always hard when it comes to you, baby girl.”

“I love you.” She sealed her words with a kiss. “Daddy?” she whimpered against my mouth before peppering kisses to my chin and the edge of my jaw.

“Hmm?” My dick twitched with the way she looked at me.

“Can I ride you?”

“In here?” My nose flared. The fucker strained against the material of my swim trunks, doing anything in his power to try and get inside of her. She nodded with a hooded gaze. “My baby girl needs daddy’s dick?” She nodded. My jaw clenched.

We’d just sunk into the water, and she was ready to ride me like a cowgirl in heat. Coco took my silence as permission. Her delicate hands dropped into the water and started to pull me out of my swim trunks. The moment her hand wrapped around my length, my eyes shut. I felt her mouth leave trails of heat from my jaw down to my neck while her naughty little hand stroked me.

Calmly.

Slowly.

Up and down with just the right grip. Fuck me. I knew what she was doing. She was teasing me. Flirting with danger. Resisting Coco was so damn hard.

“Shit, baby girl.”

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