Page 18 of The Daddy Claus

“Daddy heard you gasp. Are your tits sensitive?” I answer his question by shaking my head. “Answer me.” His stern bark cuts through the sensual fog enveloping me and I jump.

“Yes,” I groan as my fingers keep moving over my skin on their own.

“Yes, what?” Oh, shoot. I forgot again. Maybe I’ll earn a spanking.

“Yes, Daddy. My nipples are so sore. Pregnancy hormones are no joke.” I drop my hand into my lap and wait for his next instruction.

“I’m sorry my baby is causing you discomfort, but we’ll figure out a way to make it more tolerable for you. After all, I’m planning to knock your gorgeous ass up several times in the next few years. Daddy isn’t getting any younger, and I want a fucking houseful of little girls that look just like their mother.”

I always wanted several children, but I’m not sure I want them all within a few years. Although we have a lot to work out, I’m finally able to admit that I’m ready to take a chance on something wonderful with the man I’ve been in love with for years.

“We’ll have to negotiate, Daddy,” I whisper to him.

“Daddy is an expert at negotiations, princess.” His words come across as a warning, but I’m looking forward to negotiating with him. “I have an idea. Hold on one second,” he tells me and hangs up the phone.

I stare down at the phone in my hand, wondering what is happening. I tell myself not to jump to a crazy conclusion until I know what’s going on.

A few seconds later, my phone rings again, and I glance at the screen and see he’s Facetiming me. Oof. I look down at my unsexy outfit and wince at the thought of him seeing me in the unflattering pajamas.

I push the button to answer and set my phone on the coffee table. “Hello again, Daddy.”

“Hello, princess.” His dark eyes move over my body, and I bite my bottom lip and stare back at his gorgeous body. The black leather chair he’s sitting in must be huge since it nearly swallows him. He’s pulled his gray dress shirt out of his black dress pants, which are open at the waist. For some reason, he still won’t take off his shirt, and I’m starting to wonder what he’s hiding.

When he reaches for the glass of whiskey sitting on the table next to him and takes a drink, I watch his throat move and imagine placing small kisses along the tan skin. “Let Daddy see you pinch your nipple.”

My eyes fly to his, and I debate within myself for a second before throwing caution to the wind. Swallowing, I lean back and spread the two sides of my pajama top open.

“Like this, Daddy?” Hunger glows from his dark eyes as he nods his head.

“Now, pinch your nipple for me.” He leans forward and places his elbows on top of his legs. I curl my thumb and forefinger around my nipple and squeeze slightly as he stares intently at my movements. “Does that feel good, princess?”

“Yes, Daddy. But I wish it was you touching me.”

“Me, too, princess.” He leans back a little and slowly spreads the waistband of his pants open, allowing his hard erection to spring free. I watch as he grasps his cock tightly and slowly slides his hand up and down. “I can’t wait to feel your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock.”

“I want that, too.” The words slip out before I’m able to stop them, but I’m not sorry I said them. It’s time to move on from the past and fight for our future.

“Pull down your pants and touch your sweet pussy for Daddy.” I follow his instructions and tug my pajama pants down under my hips. I slip my finger between my legs and slide it through the wetness dripping from me. “Show me how wet you got watching Daddy stroke his cock.” I hold my finger close to the phone camera and hope he can see.

His groan wraps around me as his movements become frantic. At the end of each stroke, he squeezes the tip, and I’m jealous of his fingers. Without waiting for him to tell me to, I slide my finger deep into my wet opening and cry out his name as pleasure courses through me.

I reach up with my other hand and pinch my nipple, remembering his lips and teeth wrapped around the same nipple. I stare into his eyes while we pleasure ourselves together.

“I’m about to come, Daddy,” I cry out as sparks flow through my body.

“Come with Daddy,” he roars as ropes of cum shoot up into the air while he strokes faster. I fight to keep my eyes open, but it’s too much. My eyes fall closed as fireworks go off behind my eyelids.

Wow. I barely have the energy to drop my hand to the sofa next to me. Hopefully, this little bedtime workout will help my insomnia. It sure can’t hurt.

We silently stare at each other while our breathing slows. After a while, Jordan tucks his dick back into his pants and smiles at me. “Go get some sleep, princess.”

“Goodnight, Daddy.”

I'mon Hollie's doorstep at ten minutes 'til ten the following morning, unable to wait a moment longer to see her. I thought it'd take weeks to earn back enough of her trust to hear her call me Daddy again. The fact that she gave it to me so willingly on the phone last night has me floating on cloud nine.

I never knew how much one little title could mean until she gave it to me. I never knew how fucking much I needed it until she showed me. Now, I'll do anything to be the daddy she desires, the only one she ever craves.

I just hope like hell my plan for the day doesn't backfire like all the rest have lately.

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