Page 4 of The Daddy Claus

Her eyes darken behind her mask, a shiver running through her.

“Mmm,” I hum, running a hand up her side. “I think you like the thought of being punished.”

“M-maybe,” she whispers, tilting her face up to mine.

I take the invitation and kiss her again. Within moments, I’ve got her pinned to the bed beneath me, dry-humping her. I trail hungry kisses down her chest, tugging her dress down so I can get my mouth on her nipples.

“You didn’t wear a bra tonight.” My teeth close around her right nipple in a little bite. “Were you trying to drive every man here fucking crazy, princess?”

She throws her head back, crying out in ecstasy.

I nip her again, demanding an answer. “Were you?”

“No, Daddy. Only you!”

I fall still on top of her, that one word reverberating like a gong in my soul. She just called me her daddy. Jesus. She’s said it a thousand times in my dreams. But hearing it out loud? I don’t give a damn if I’m a sick bastard for wanting to hear it. I don’t care if the whole world has something to say about the fact that she’s almost half my age. I don’t care about anything but her and how hard my heart beats for her right now.

“That’s right, only me,” I grunt, sliding down her body. “Your daddy is the only man who exists to you, princess. And he’s about to show you why.” I drag her dress up her body, taking care not to rip it—can’t have her walking out of here with her panties exposed. Half the club probably wouldn’t even notice, given what most of them will change into. But Hollie has never struck me as one prone to public displays of nudity. In fact, she’s never struck me as one to show up at Rome’s club.

Had I known she was this desperate for a daddy, not even hell itself would have stopped me from claiming her long before now.

“Oh, princess,” I breathe, my mouth watering at the sight of her soaked panties. Like her dress, they’re virginal white. She’s soaked them through, leaving the thin fabric plastered to her bare lips. “Look at you.”

“Y-you aren’t supposed to,” she says, even as the little minx spreads her legs wider, giving me a better view.

“Too late for that.” I shoulder my way between her legs, push my mask up to my forehead, and run my lips up her inner thigh. “If you didn’t want Daddy looking, you shouldn’t have worn such a pretty fucking dress for him.”

“Oh, Daddy. W-what…?” She writhes beneath me, unable to stay still. “What a-are you doing?”

Ah, hell. She isn’t just playing a game with that question. I hear the nerves in her voice. My little princess has never been touched. She’s been saving herself for me.

“I’m eating it, baby girl,” I rasp, trying to get my shit together before I lose it here and now. If this is the first time anyone has ever touched her, I intend for it to be a night she won’t ever forget. Getting her addicted to me is the only hope I have at this point.

I’ve been watching her every move for five years. She’s spent most of that time avoiding me. Because she knows I’m a perverted bastard who wants her screaming for Daddy? Because she just doesn’t like me? I don’t know. But if God is giving out miracles, I’m not asking questions tonight.

“It belongs to me. I can eat it whenever I want.”

She gulps audibly.

“If you scream, everyone is going to hear you.” I flick her panties to the side, revealing her glistening folds. Ah, Christ. I might not survive the night. She’s the prettiest pink.

“I can’t be quiet!”

“Then everyone is going to hear me eating it,” I growl, not giving a fuck who hears. Let them. Maybe then they’ll know to keep their hands off what’s mine. I run my nose up her slit, breathing her in. My mask gets in the way so I rip it off, flinging it away. Fuck Roman’s rules.

“Daddy!”

As soon as she whines my name, I lose it. I growl, spreading her lips and feasting on her. She inhales a sharp, surprised breath, expelling it in a wail that’s pure shocked bliss. Her arousal floods my tongue, sticky sweet and potently addictive.

I grind my hips against the bed, seeking relief as I drink her down my throat, trying to drive her out of her mind before I lose mine. I knew getting my hands on her would be a revelation. But I didn’t know she’d taste this good. Jesus.

“Fucking hell, princess.” I stiffen my tongue, fighting to get it in her little hole. She’s so damn tight. Has she even had a finger in there? “You want to break your daddy with this perfect little thing?”

“Yes. No. Yes,” she sobs. “Oh, please.”

I fuck her with my tongue like it’s my cock, grinding my nose against her clit. I pry her cheeks apart and taste her there. Christ, I want to explore every inch of her delectable body.

“Daddy!” she wails, coming all over my face when I wrap my tongue around her clit, sucking hard. She squirms, trying to get away from me, but I throw my arm across her abdomen, holding her in place. She’s not going anywhere.

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