Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“I suggest delivery from Olive Garden, and we eat in bed,” I said. “Or wait! By the tree. We eat by the tree.”
Because Daddy had booked a suite that was freaking decorated, and I hadn’t asked how much that had set him back.
Daddy smiled. “Excellent idea. Extra bread sticks?”
“Obviously.”
We could eat a million of those!
Yup, my Home Alone dream coming true! Holy Santa poop, this was amazing! The suite was so fancy, but more than that, it screamed of Christmas. With the lights and the tree and the garlands and the—whoa.
I stopped abruptly on the fancy rug in front of the tree. “Um. Daddy? There are gifts under the tree.”
He came up behind me and pressed a kiss to the back of my neck. “Huh. Santa must’ve delivered them early since he knew we wouldn’t be home.”
I beamed and looked back at him. “Don’t give Santa credit for the work that’s all Daddy Christmas.”
He rumbled a warm laugh and hugged me to him.
Now I just needed privacy to wrap Daddy’s presents and put them under the tree too. Maybe after we’d eaten, I could convince him to take a nap…?
DECEMBER 25
“Baby, it’s six in the mornin’…”
I couldn’t help it! I was needy, okay?
“You can go back to sleep, Daddy.” I got comfortable between his legs under the duvet and sucked his soft cock into my mouth. It was either this or I raided my M&M stash some more, and Daddy had a rule. No candy before breakfast!
Some rules sucked.
“If only,” he yawned. “Unfortunately for me, I fell for an irresistible little punk, so when he gets going, I can’t help myself.”
I giggled with a mouthful of Daddy’s cock.
Merry Christmas to me!
He pushed away the duvet and blinked sleepily, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “How did yesterday not exhaust you?”
It totally had! Despite the limo ride, my Fitbit had logged almost fifteen thousand steps because we’d been to so many places. But now I’d slept for seven hours. That was how rest worked. Daddy should know this.
He should also know you shouldn’t speak with your mouth full, so I didn’t respond. Instead, I sucked him a little harder and gave him lots of tongue action.
He let out a breath and combed his fingers through my hair.
I got him hard quickly, and he was no longer too tired to play. A few minutes later, he decided it was time to fuck his little boy. He drew me close and positioned me with my back against his chest, giving me the best view of the Christmas tree. It was perfect, really. The dim lighting, the early morning, and Daddy Christmas’s hard cock…
He did his thing, reaching for a lube packet in his wallet, and I just relaxed and wriggled against him. A yawn slipped out too, ’cause I was so blissed out and comfortable.
To think, this was the rest of my life. Some Christmases, we’d be with family, his or mine. Some, we’d fly somewhere just the two of us, and I…I could not be happier. I mean, I loved spending time with family, but this beat everything. We’d see everyone soon anyway. We were heading down to Florida to visit my parents the day after tomorrow, and then we had a big New Year’s party at Clarke’s residence—oh, and dinner with my grandmother before then too.
Daddy closed the distance between us, pressing his warm chest against my back, and slicked up his cock while he kissed my neck and shoulder.
“Merry Christmas, my sweet Parker.”
I peered back at him and smiled—at the same time as he pressed the head of his cock against my bottom. “Merry Christmas, Daddy.”
He kissed me slowly, seductively, hungrily, and inched inside me. I whimpered at the burning sting and instantly craved more.
When he was buried deep, he lifted my leg a bit and set an unhurried pace.
“My beautiful little baby boy,” he murmured against my lips. “How I love you.”
I shivered and clenched down around him, causing him to groan. He deepened the kiss and fucked me a little harder, and it wasn’t long before he found himself held back by our position. It was always like this, usually for morning sex. Starting off slow and cuddly, when we were pressed up against each other like this, but then we got revved up, and he needed more.
“On all fours,” he whispered, pulling out of me.
Fuck yes. I scrambled into position and fisted the sheets, and he got behind me and kneaded my butt cheeks.
“Exquisite little ass…” He smacked it once, twice, three times, and I let out a long moan. “You know this belongs to Daddy forever, right?”
I nodded quickly and peered over my shoulder. “Always, Daddy.”
He was looking down and rubbing my opening with the head of his cock. “That’s right. Same goes for the rest of you.” He gripped my hips and pushed inside in one fluid thrust, and I sucked in a sharp breath. Oh my God. “I own every goddamn inch of you.”