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“I need—Can I touch myself while you do that? Like before, I want, I need more…right here.”

“Yes, touch yourself. Finger that clit while you take me.” Fuck, this girl couldn’t be more perfect if I made her myself in my workshop.

Dirty little gift from heaven she is.

“Oh God, I’m so full. You’re everywhere.” Her neck arches back, her head whipping side to side, a strand of her hair stuck on her wet cheek as I grunt and drive deep inside her warmth, reaching down to sling her legs over my shoulders, needing to be in there deeper.

“Keep rubbing. Don’t stop,” I order as I rearrange her delicate body, knowing if I’m not careful, I could truly hurt her and that would be unforgivable.

“Fuck,fuck!” she screams on shaking breaths. Her hips keeping pace with mine and before long, we are two grinding, fucking animals. Mating and angry and following instinct. The backs of her knuckles rasp on my lower belly as she fingers herself. I impale her over and over. My balls smacking on her ass, the weight of her calves resting on my shoulders as the sloppy sounds of our fucking fill the air.

“I want to feel you cum on Papa’s cock. Can you do that for me, baby? Milk all that cream out of my nuts.”

“I’m—Papa!” Her walls clamp down. She’s all about getting that raw fuck from the old man. Her innocence mixed with her filthy mouth and her dirty lust turns me inside out. I’m snapping my teeth with the force of my thrusts as I reach up and wrap my fingers around her throat, gathering her eyes to mine.

“Come for Papa. You’re letting your grandpa fuck you, now show me what you can do.”

I hold myself deep as her orgasm takes hold. Her walls clench, stroking me off as I muffle my roar with a bite into the soft flesh just above her knee. My need to leave my mark is feral and uncivilized, but that doesn’t seem to matter right now.

I want her pregnant and coated and bearing my mark for all time.

“Good girl,” I grit out as my balls give up the fight and I splash my spend into her heat. My orgasm is a force of nature, building and exploding until sweat drips down from my temples and she calls for me as the certainty that I will be with her forever takes root.

I barrel into her through my climax, pushing myself as deep as her body will take. The wetness between us makes squelching, sloppy sounds as I pour my seed into her ripe body.

“There's your prize. It’s going to live inside you and make your belly swell.”

She quakes at the words, another orgasm toppling on top of the last, and I fuck her through it, still draining my nut inside her as I rut against her like a dog.

She’s my life. She’s mine forever.

“Take what Santa brings you. It’s the gift that keeps on giving.”

I’m balls deep in my granddaughter as she drags her nails down my back.

I loved her before. My obsession was deep. My possessive protection of her already borders on insanity.

But now?

Fuckingnow?

I will encase her in this ice castle forever. If she were to leave me, I would cease to exist.

Her body softens under me, legs quaking on my shoulders as I ease them down. Both of us panting like motherfuckers, but I’m so fucking happy.

“Take what I’m giving you and always say thank you,” I whisper kiss into her ear.

“Thank you, Santa.” She hisses, her eyes unseeing, arms dropping by her shoulders as I gather her into mine, still mounted on my cock as I lean back onto my heels.

“Just hold on. I’ll do all the work this time. Papa needs more.”

I hold her against me, riffling her body up and down like a blow-up doll until I blow again within ten strokes, her soft moans filling the library as I deliver my very soul into her body.

“You’re mine forever,” I growl as something clutches inside me, wrapping my heart in its claws.

Her sweet sighs against my neck only make my obsession deepen.

How can I do this and give her the life she deserves?

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