Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
It doesn't matter if anyone else understands or approves. What we do is just for us. Our little secret.
We have a lot of those.
I only ever keep them for my daddy.
"Baby girl, where are you?" he calls from downstairs.
I quickly shove my letter to Santa into an envelope and seal it before placing it on my nightstand. Once it's where I know he'll find it, I throw the covers back and leap into bed, turning off the lamp.
My heart pounds as I snuggle in and close my eyes, waiting for our nightly games to begin.
My bedroom door creaks open, light spilling across the bed. I feel his penetrating gaze on me. My panties grow damp as my nipples harden. I fight the urge to press my legs together.
He watches me for a long moment before slipping into my room. The door closes with a soft snick. His boots thump against the floor as he crosses toward me, the same path he's walked a thousand times before.
"I know you're awake, baby girl," he murmurs. His thumb runs across my bottom lip. His other hand runs down my side, gripping my ass through my tiny sleep shorts. "You're always awake when daddy comes to see you."
I let out a little snore, trying not to giggle.
He moves his hand from my face, flipping on the lamp. "What's this?"
I bite my lip, listening as he reaches for the envelope I left for him to find.
"A letter to Santa? What could my princess possibly want, hmm? Doesn't daddy give her everything?"
Yes. A thousand times yes.
I hold my breath as he tears into the envelope and pulls out the single sheet of paper.
"Dear Santa," he reads. "I know I said I'd never ask you for anything else again, but I have a special request. This year for Christmas, can you please let my daddy know that our family is growing?"
My eyes spring open, locking on his face when his breath catches.
"Next year, we'll be celebrating with a new little one. I'm pregnant with his baby. xoxo,
Lyric," I whisper, reciting the rest of the note as emotion flares in his eyes and his hands shake.
"Fuck," he growls, carefully setting the letter aside. "You're pregnant."
"Merry Christmas, daddy."
He launches himself at me, a blur of discomposed masculinity.
We celebrate like we always do. With him on top of me, inside me…all over me. It's another perfect Christmas Eve.