Page 20 of Step-Santa

I find my clit and start to rub, rub, rub, then slip lower, pushing inside my opening with one finger, in and out, in and out, fucking myself spread wide as my grandfather watches.

“See, that’s nice, isn’t it? Giving Papa a little show.”

His eyes snap to mine for a second, then back between my legs as I hold my breath and start bucking into my hand.

I close my eyes, lost in the moment, needing more, more.

“You want me to make it better?” He growls into the juncture of my thigh. “You’re making a mess, but you’re not getting the job done, are you?”

I whip my head back and forth. “No. I can’t.”

“You want Papa to help?”

“Yes, please.”

“Okay, okay. You know I can never say no to my little girl. Put your hands on those tits and let Grandpa take over. See if we can’t fix this aching down here. You’re going to find out what a man’s mouth feels like, but make no mistake, it will only ever be my mouth licking this sweet juice. Now lay back and close your eyes.”

When his hot mouth connects with my pussy, I suck all the oxygen out of the room.

His warm tongue laps at my clit, eager but slow and steady, like he’s licking an ice cream cone. His groans vibrate into my center. I never dreamed anything on this earth could feel this good.

His hand comes to rest on my belly, sliding down and using his fingers to spread me apart as my body tenses. I press my head into the rug, feeling my toes curl in the soft fur.

“Tastes like my baby needed her papa. See, doesn’t that feel nice?” he asks, his blue eyes on me, watching as I nod, pushing up on my toes, raising my hips, desperate for more. “Greedy. You’re never going to look at my mouth the same again, baby.”

He dives back in, lapping and raking his teeth over my clit, devouring me and sending me to the tops of the mountains.

Everything else fades away except the sensation of his mouth and tongue on my pussy. His tongue slides up and down, then centers on my hard nub, flicking and circling until I’m on the edge of madness.

I steal a glance as his mouth works miracles between my legs. The furrow of his brow and the intensity in the flex of muscles in his shoulders only push me closer to the edge.

He’s everywhere all at once. The wet sounds of his sucking and lapping as my center makes my insides squeeze as the tension builds to an impossibly tightened spring ready to snap.

When his tongue moves down and I feel its thick pressure pushing inside me, I unravel. He licks around my opening, spinning, exploring, then it’s back to fucking me, invading me, thick and demanding.

The next second, he’s back on my clit as I grab fistfuls of his hair. He groans and my body starts to spasm.

“I’m—God, Papa, something is happening…”

He doesn’t stop. Instead, he dials it up to ten, feeding on my pleasure as fingers dig into my knees, pushing them to their limits, back toward my ribs, exposing me completely and I no longer care about anything other than the impending orgasm that’s spiraling into a mega-tornado inside me.

Fire burns at my cheeks as he pushes his tongue into my opening, then back to my clit. How he is everywhere I don’t know, but I want it all.

My orgasm lights like a flash fire, taking over in one consuming burst that calls his hand to clasp over my mouth before the first scream hits. The tsunami comes from my center, spinning and destroying me as it goes, but he doesn’t stop and I half cows to start spinning in the air above me.

Pleasure buckles my core as I twist and writhe, raw screams heat the palm of his hand, but he holds me steady against him. The pleasure wreaks havoc, tearing at my insides and rearranging me in ways I know can never be undone.

I’m overcome, blind and boneless as I ride the waves of black and white. My body shakes, my throat is dry and raw as Gennero kisses his way up my belly, easing back onto his heels as I take in the look of satisfaction in his blue eyes. The wetness on his mustache and beard as he licks his lips.

“Sweetest pussy in the world. I never need another gift again, you’ve ruined me, baby. I’ll never be the same after that.”

His eyes pin to mine as my chest rises and falls. I’m breathless and voiceless—my eyes half open as I try to make sense of what’s going on and how everything is going to be different now. The last of the orgasmic aftershocks making me twitch as I lay dazed and spent.

But before I can get too lost in the mire, Papa eases my feet down to the rug, pushing my legs wide again.

“Legs open. It’s time for act 2.”

He pops to his feet, working his belt then his pants, stripping them down his legs and off as my eyes widen, taking in the angry length of his cock jutting out from his body.

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