Page 24 of Warming Up Coco (Santa Daddy)

“Lucas,” I gasped, but he shot me a look before he shook his head.

“None of that, baby girl. What do you call me when it’s just us, with no one around, behind closed doors?”

“Daddy,” I answered. It was probably wrong to so many, but for us, it just was. It made as much sense as breathing.

“Good fucking girl,” he growled.

His head dipped, and he pressed his lips to my shoulder in a barely-there kiss. His hands dropped to my front. The tips of his fingers traced my collarbone before he cupped my breasts, brushing the turgid peaks of my nipples. I moaned.

“Daddy,” I whined, the sensation of his touch zipping and zapping through my body. My thighs pressed together tightly. I could feel the wetness between my legs.

“Be a good girl, Coco.” His voice vibrated off my satin-covered skin while his hands dropped to the hem of my nightie. He skimmed the black lace, and when his eyes met mine, I felt my knees weaken. “No turning back now. You know that, right, baby?”

“Yes. Please, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he praised.

Lucas made sure he dragged the pads of his fingers against the skin of my thighs and then higher. His hands were so big it felt like there wasn’t a part of my front he didn’t touch as he pulled the nightie up and over my head, tossing it on the growing pile behind him.

“Look at you.” His gaze devoured me with a hunger I felt.

“You’re not naked, Daddy,” I whispered.

“I will be,” he promised darkly. I trembled.

“I need more of your touch, Daddy, please,” I begged softly. “I ache. Please.” My eyes opened and met his intense gaze.

“I got you, baby girl. Fuck, I got you. Today, tomorrow, and always,” he vowed.

Before I could blink, I was in his arms like a groom carried his bride, and he settled me down carefully onto the stacked blankets and pillows. The lights flickered, but the ones on the tree stayed lit while a quiet fire roared in the fireplace. But we weren’t worried about figuring out what happened to the power. His mouth dropped to touch my lips while his body covered mine. Then he was done gently savoring. He nipped and bit at my neck, then my shoulder, before he moved down slowly, not leaving a centimeter of my body untouched until he was between my legs.

“Daddy!” Our eyes met for a second, and I would never forget the way he looked as he stared at me and opened his mouth, taking that first taste of me. Sealing my future as his when he got to work eating me.

It wasn’t graceful or sweet.

The need had been building for too long to be soft.

The push and pull of acting like we couldn’t stand breathing the same air when all we wanted and needed was to be connected as one had finally come to an end. I was his, and he was mine.

I squirmed and writhed below him, but he didn’t let go. His strong hands were banded around my thighs, pulling them apart while he built the pleasure I knew he, and he alone, could only ever deliver.

“Daddy! Oh god, Daddy!” My voice cracked as something inside me started to coil and tighten. He had just started, yet I was ready to explode. He pulled away and tsked me knowing just how close I’d been.

“Not yet.” His eyes glowed. “My pretty girl is going to glitter up when I’m ready for her to come, do you understand, Coco?”

“Daddy,” I whined.

“I’m in charge here. Do you understand, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I agreed easily as he settled in. He stroked the inside of my thighs, and I squirmed at the ticklish feeling. “Daddy.” I giggled and squirmed. His lips pulled up into a smile that reminded me of a fox.

He pulled my legs up and made me rest the heels of my feet on his muscular shoulders. I was completely exposed to him in that position. I should have been embarrassed by how open I was and everything he was seeing.

“Look how damn wet you are. All this baby girl candy for me, Coco?” he taunted. His finger stroked my slit up and down, avoiding my clit.

“Daddy,” I strained.

I tried to move my bottom closer to his face, and the deep sound of his chuckles made my skin burn with need. “What did I say, baby girl? Daddy’s in charge here, not this perfect little pussy. If daddy wants to tease his sweet little princess cunt until she’s a writhing, messy puddle, he’s going to.” The depth of his voice filled my soul and covered my skin with goose bumps. “You’re going to let me.”

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