Page 34 of Step-Santa

"Get naked,” he orders, rubbing the front of his pants as he drops the chair next to the wall.

My heart comes up in my throat as I freeze, wondering what everyone in the shop must be thinking.

“You know those two fucks had hard-ons looking at you. You’re a cock-tease, even when you’re not trying.” Before I can reply, Papa’s hands spin my shoulders, facing me toward the mirrored wall, then he crowds me against the slick glass surface, tugging down my leggings with a rough grunt all the way to my knees as I bite back a yelp.

My lusty panting steams up the mirror as my cheek presses to the coolness. Gennero’s hands grip the globes of my ass as he leans down, sweeps my hair over my shoulder, and rasps his teeth along my neck, making me shiver and flatten my hands onto the mirror.

“If I could cut off every dick you make hard besides mine in this lifetime, I would. I don’t like men looking at you. Thinking of you. I’m going to have to keep you locked up, chained to the wall or dress you in a fucking cardboard box with a pillowcase over your head. Otherwise, there will be a trail of body parts wherever we go.”

His words make me shiver. There’s truth in them, as wild as they sound. I believe he would do what he says.

My mother and stepfather never talked much about Gennero. Only to say that he was the man no one dared to cross. And if they did, it was only once.

He’s got a streak of danger in him that should rouse fear in me, but it doesn’t. The opposite. In fact, the idea of him tearing into another man for looking at me makes the wrangle of tension in my core tighten.

“You flirt with any man, understand you are signing his death warrant. That’s a lot of responsibility, I know, but I can’t stop what I feel. You hold the fate of men in your hands, Carina, you will be a serial killer without ever getting blood on your hands.”

My inner walls squeeze as his teeth pinch on my earlobe, his erection against my bare bottom. His hands slide up under my fuzzy sweater to grip my breasts as I arch my back, laying my head back against his shoulder, my body begging for more of what my he gives me.

“I’ll only flirt with you, Papa. I promise.”

“Damn fucking right,” he replies, but my heart is breaking.

“Papa.” I start, my body going rigid as he meets my eyes in the mirror.

“What’s wrong?” He ease back, the intensity in his eyes changing, sensing I’m uneasy.

“It’s dumb, but—”

“Nothing is dumb if it’s bothering you, what? Ask, tell me, right now.”

“You and—” I gather my bravery. “You don’t have something going on…with Lucy.”

His eyes turn dark and he physically winces. “No. No,no, no, no. Why would you think…”

I shrug, his body inching back from mine. “I saw you guys look at each other, like you had a secret, I just, guess it made me wonder.”

“Never, I haven’t touched a woman in so fucking long. You are it. Lucy is special, but not like you. I have zero interest in any other female and I won’t. For the rest of my life. I swear on my life.”

I release a calming breath, the look on his face enough to convince me. “I believe you. I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t ruin our little moment.”

“Never. And, I bet that teasing little cunt of yours is still as wet as I think it is.”

His rough hand leaves one of my breasts to delve into the clutching heat between my legs as I push back, opening myself for him. He kicks my legs apart, fingers pushing, pressing, entering as his hot breath, scented with peppermint schnapps, heats my shoulder.

“Soaking. Messy, dripping, horny little girl for her old man.” I turn my head and meet his eyes in the mirror as his fingers wiggle on my clit, making me hiss and bite into my cheek.

“Only for you, Papa,” I mumble, his hips bucking against my bottom as his brow cinches tight, his fingers on my breast digging in as I labor to breathe, my legs trembling, knowing this is what I want.

Not just the soft lovemaking. I want this. Hard and demanding and dangerous.

“Time that mouth learned what my thick candy cane tastes like. You do a good job, I’m going to give you a nice surprise at the end. Now, get ready, baby, Santa wants his cock sucked.”

CHAPTER11

Gennero

She is perfect. I almost hate myself for being so rough with her. So vile and degrading, but from the way her pussy is streaming down her leg, my little granddaughter likes her old man filthy.

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