Page 22 of Step-Santa

We breathe into each other as our lips slide and rasp together, tongues greedy and insatiable as they wrap around and around.

Fuck, she’s tight. I mean,tight, tight and for a moment, I wonder if this is really physically possible.

As I pull back, easing myself to her barrier, her eyes roll back and her fingers dig into the back of my neck on a sharp hiss.

“You’re going to take it for me, aren’t you? Be brave for Papa.”

God, it feels so good already. I hate that it hurts her, but I promise myself her orgasms will outnumber mine every day from this day forward.

“Yes.” She lets out a husky groan, her face knitted in pain. “I’ll do it for you.”

“Yes, you will. See? You’re doing so good.” I feed her body another micro inch as her ring encircles the head, barring my entry.

Her eyes glaze and her neck muscles strain. “It’s too much.”

“I know, baby.” I ease back, but I’m barely inside so there’s not much relief I can offer. “Count to three with me.”

She struggles to focus on my face as I hold her cheeks in my hands, resting my weight on my elbows, the muscles of my lower body shaking as I hold myself steady.

“One,” I start and her little mouth falls into the countdown.

“Two,” she says it with me as my balls draw tight and my back cramps up like a motherfucker.

“Three.” I take her scream into my mouth, kissing it away, then press her mouth into the nape of my neck, balling her for three hard strokes until the crushing tightness eases my way in for a brief second.

Fire rages through me and I’m ready to unload right here, only a few inches into her warmth. She’s so fucking tight.

Her little body quivers and twitches under me, but there’s no turning back. “I can’t stop,” I admit through clenched teeth. “Papa’s sorry, I can’t stop.”

She’s clamped down so tight it takes all my strength to get another inch inside her. “Hold on, just a little more,” I lie. There’s six more inches, but from the way she’s whimpering into my shoulder, she needs some hope.

I fuck forward, in and out, in and out, until her little fuck hole starts to cream all over me and her teeth pinch at the skin of my neck.

“I’m going to hurt you too. See how you fucking like it.” She hisses, biting down hard enough to draw blood.

Little hellcat. “I love it, bite away, just means I’m going to fuck you harder now. Let’s get this over with so you can start to feel good. That’s all I want for you, baby. To make you feel good.”

It’s true. Hurting her is so offensive to me that for a brief second, I considered stopping. But that thought went away as quickly as it came.

“More. Just give me more.” She lifts her hips and her teeth dig in again, shooting a dart of pain down my back as my blinding need drowns me and I feed her inch after inch as her mouth opens and the biting stops.

“Is that all?” she says with a sneer. “That all you got, Papa?”

“Little brat.” I growl as a fist of desire lodges in my gut. “If you’re not careful, I’ll put you on your knees and show you what a real fuck is like.”

“Big talk,” she says as I give her the last bit of my length in a furious rut, taking the rest of her sass from her mouth, replacing it with a silent scream.

Her body starts to roll under me as I break her in. Her juice is soaking my balls now as my need for release makes my head ache and my chest tight.

Lust hazes my vision as her golden eyes fill again with desire, leaving her snarky comments in the dust. “You like having Papa’s big cock all the way inside you, don't you?”

“Yes,” she says on a husky moan. “I don’t even care about the pain. I just want… more.”

“Here you go. I’ve got all the more you need.”

She’s my miracle. I’m a God when I’m inside her.

Lust takes over and she starts to buck her hips upward into my strokes. She wants it as much as I do while her inner muscles clamp down, gripping me as she slides a hand down between our bodies.

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