Page 23 of The Daddy Claus

“It’s been torture, dreaming about you every goddamn night while praying you didn’t find some other man,” he groans as I lean forward and run my tongue across the tip. “I already had plans for where to hide this imaginary man’s motherfucking body if he dared to touch you.”

“No need to resort to murder.” I lick the vein running down the underside of his cock and gently cradle his balls in my hand. “I’m all yours.”

“Thank God,” he growls and stares into my eyes as I close my lips around his erection. I’m new to this, but it doesn’t take me long to find a rhythm of sucking him as deep as possible while stroking the rest of his cock.

“Daddy isn’t going to last,” he warns me as tremors run through his muscular legs, “and I want to come deep inside your sweet pussy.”

He tries to pull back, but I double down on my efforts. I’m not going to stop until I see this through and make him come. Hard. My eyes meet his, and I hold his gaze as I whisper against his sensitive flesh, “Come for me, Daddy.”

His hand tenses on the back of my head. “That’s my line, princess.” Then he groans as his cock erupts and his cum hits the back of my tongue. I swallow him down and keep sucking until he slumps back in the chair. The sound of his heavy breathing fills the air around us as I kiss my way up his chest, stopping to place a little nip on each tattoo.

“We can share the line,” I tease as I crawl into his lap.

He slowly rubs my back and places light kisses on the side of my neck, nearly lulling me to sleep.

I’m so relaxed, I barely notice when he hops up and sits me on the edge of his desk. I gasp as he pushes all the papers off the side and points at the glossy dark wood surface. “Lie back, princess, and let Daddy play.”

I lean back on my elbows to watch him rip away his clothes. I’m amazed to see his already rock-hard cock bounce against his stomach. I point at his erection. “How did you do that so fast?” I’ve always heard men aren’t good for more than one time a night.

“I live in a perpetual state of locked and loaded any time you’re around.” He leans over me and closes his lips around one of my sensitive nipples. My daddy knows just the right amount of pressure to pleasure me without causing pain.

I groan his name as he kisses his way to the other side and shows it the same treatment while sliding two fingers into my wet core. He slowly presses them deep and curls his fingers, rubbing them against my inner walls.

His hard cock thumps against my belly, and I reach between our bodies to stroke it. “Fuck,” he growls against my skin. “I’m about to come again.” He pulls out of my grasp and lines his cock up with my wet opening. “I need to feel this sweet pussy hugging my cock tight.”

“Please.” I want that so bad. I dig my nails into his back as he slowly presses forward until he bottoms out. The hard desk beneath me and my legs hanging over the side make it hard to meet his thrusts, so I wrap one of my legs around his hips, changing the angle of his penetration.

The new position allows his cock to slide a little deeper, and I breathe deep, willing my inner muscles to relax their stranglehold on his cock.

He wraps his arms under my knees and pulls my legs over his shoulders. I reach up and grasp his upper arms to hold on, so I don’t go flying right off the side of the desk.

He furiously pounds into me until a sudden climax rips through me without warning. I cry out, “I love you, Daddy,” and his thrusts grow frantic.

He slams into me one last time and throws back his head to moan my name. Warm wetness fills my pussy and runs out onto the desk below me. He releases my legs and helps me to sit up, wrapping both hands around my face as he stares into my eyes. “Thank you for giving me the world.”

“I should be the one saying that.” Darn it. Tears fill my eyes and slowly roll down my cheeks.

“Why are you crying, princess?” He uses his thumbs to wipe away my tears.

“Because I’m so freaking happy, and these pregnancy hormones are turning me into a blubbering, sex-crazed maniac.”

“Yet another reason I plan to keep you knocked up for the foreseeable future.” He winks at me as humor fills his dark brown eyes.

“The blubbering?” I can’t resist teasing him.

“No.” He laughs. “I can do without the tears, but I’m completely wild about my sex-crazed, curvy little maniac.”

“And I’m hooked on my slightly clueless, handsome, caveman Daddy.” I hug him close, too tired to even worry about sitting naked on the side of his desk.

“Then we should get married so I can keep you forever, princess.”

I pull back and tilt my head to the side while staring into his eyes. Responses whiz around my mind as I search for the right one. “Yes.” That’s perfect.

I’m rushing around pickingup toys before the automatic vacuum starts its scheduled run through the first floor of the house. I bend down to grab a naked Barbie doll and stand up a little too fast, causing the room to spin around me.

I stumble back to the sofa and drop down before I pass out. Jordan would have a stroke if he knew I was feeling lightheaded. My very protective caveman would wrap me in cotton and keep me under lock and key if I let him.

“Are you okay?” Gabbi walks in and asks. I forgot she was dropping by today while all the girls are at Mother’s Day out.

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