Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“It is fun. Seconds as a perfect bench for some punishment. I like multitasking.”
“Fuck me, Santa.” She turns her head, taunting me. “I didn’t know I had such a Santa fetish. But I know one of my books had a guy in a Santa suit one time. I liked it.”
“I know. I read it too.”
Her eyes snap wide. “You did not.”
“Yes, I did. Look over there.” I nod to the corner of the room where there’s a wall of shelves filled with books. “Every time you ordered a book, I ordered it too. Read it with you. Seems my little angel has a thing for…” I suck in my cheeks thinking for a second before it comes to me, “age-gap books.”
I bob my eyebrows, giving her ass another swat as I line up my dick with her gushing opening.
“Go figure,” she says as I pummel her with my full length in one violent stroke, driving the air from her sassy lungs.
I hold onto her hips, driving in and out until she’s whimpering and begging me to stop, then not stop, over and over.
“I fucking love you,” I say, but she’s lost in her lust and I admit to myself that she is the one person in the world that could crush me.
Just this moment, having her not return my ‘I love you’ turns my heart dark and the depth of my devotion to her finds a new level.
I will create a world for her so perfect, my love will never be questioned.
Her shoulder blades press out as she sucks in a breath, her spine concave as she gives herself to me. “God, that feels so good. So deep. Please, don’t stop.”
“All the way, baby.” The fire between us heats as I grab her ass cheek with one hand and bring down my other on the side of her hip.
She gushes when my hand connects. Seems she’s got her own hard-on for a little Santa spanking as well.
“Santa’s going to be coming down more than your chimney this year, baby.”
“Yes, God, I hope so.”
My orgasm builds quickly. Reaching up and fisting her hair, I tug her head back and raw dog her on all fours, the bench built to my exact measurements to put our bodies together perfectly.
Amazing what you can have done with enough money.
I slam into her again. And again. My balls whack against her open slit as her body starts to twitch and jerk.
“Santa’s hitting the spot, baby?”
“Uh huh.” She moans as her cream floods from her opening, her body convulsing as she clamps down and comes around me.
Her screams of pleasure ricochet around the playroom as her walls strangle the base of my cock. I fuck harder, banging my thighs against the padded bench, glad I made sure it was double bolted to the floor, otherwise I’d be chasing her ass all around the fucking room.
I go balls deep through her orgasm, her body jerking and shaking as my spend races up my dick and coats her insides. Spurting and spurting until the world goes dark. Holding myself against her womb as the last convulsions of my orgasm spasm down the backs of my legs.
She could be ripe with our child right now. That thought has my dick ready for round two as Carina softens into the bench, sweat glistening on her skin.
“You’ve had enough?” I ask, running my finger down the indent of her spine, the Santa suit is like a fucking sauna.
She mutters something unintelligible as I strip off the red coat, dragging my dick from her sopping opening.
“I’m not even close to done with you, baby,” I say, watching my white cream drip from her pink opening, then reaching over and finger fucking it back into her, tugging her hips higher so the angle is right and gravity will do its job.
“I think this ass needs some attention, too. I’m going to put my tongue right here.” I point to her back puckered entrance, listening to her gasp. “Then when it’s nice and ready, you’re getting an ass fuck for Christmas, baby. That’s what you get when you’re on the naughty list. Santa’s dick in your ass.”
She turns her head and winks. “Well, aren’t I a lucky girl?”
“Yes, you are, baby. And I’m one lucky grandpa.”
CHAPTER 10
Gennero
“Santa’s been good to me this year,” I whisper in Papa’s ear, still aching from our playtime as we stand in the grand entryway of the house as the guests file out, some to their four wheel drive vehicles, some to the Snow Titan driven by one of our hired maintenance men where he will deliver anyone that flew in to the landing strip on the other side of the lake.
Cold air streams in as the front door opens and closes, the candles flickering everywhere giving off the scent of sugar cookies.