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)
Grunt.
Jingle.
Grunt.
Jingle.
Grunt, grunt.
Jingle, jingle.
What the fuck.
I can’t think straight as we kiss; her warm, tentative tongue matches with my greedy, demanding one as she whimpers and grinds her covered pussy against my wood, clinging to me, tugging and pulling and moaning.
Jesus. What am I fucking doing?
It’s more than pent-up lust. I want to do these things for her. Take care of her, feed her, give her a fucking bath and brush the waves of her hair while she reads me one of her dirty books. I want it all.
Her fingers dig into the tops of my shoulders as I deliver a few harsh bucks of my hips, rasping our fabric-covered genitals against each other and I can’t breathe.
“Uh, uh, uh.” I grunt with each thrust, wanting in there, through that fabric, deep into her darkest parts so I can light her up inside with new life.
“More,” she mumbles into our kiss, her hips hitting a new gear, seeking refuge and relief that I will be the one to give her.
The only man. Ever.
I give it right back to her, nearly busting a nut as I spin her around. She clings to me up against the wall as I find a better angle to get at her pussy with the length of my shaft, driving up and down, up and down as she breaks our kiss, panting and blind as I dry fuck my granddaughter up against the wall.
“Come for Papa, baby. Show me who you are.”
“Who am I?” She babbles as our thrusting turns manic, desperate. Her hands leave my shoulders, tugging and twisting until she’s pulled her shirt above her tits, showing me those sweet little nipples I’ve watched a hundred times while she was in the shower.
“You are mine is who you fucking are.”
“Show me, Papa. Show me what it means to be yours.” She arches her back as I drag her body up and down over my dick, the wet heat between her legs soaking through her jeans and into mine as I draw her sugar and savory scent in through my nose.
“I will,” I say, holding her hips in the clutch of my fingers, dry boning her until her eyes roll back and she starts to shake.
She releases my name on her orgasm like a brand onto my soul. I will kneel before her and give up everything to keep my little snow queen safe and by my side for the rest of time.
If it means keeping her here in my frozen castle for the rest of her life, so be it. I’ve never felt joy like this. A sense of purpose.
As my own orgasm renders me sightless, I bite down on her barely there breast, pinching the skin in my teeth, marking her as my own.
Next stop will be delivering a very special gift deep inside that tight virgin pussy of hers.
“Santa’s coming, baby,” I growl into her tit, releasing my frustration as I bang her against the wall, my feet slipping on the floor with the effort as she goes boneless in my arms.
There is no stopping this now. How it will not come to destroy everything I’ve built, I don’t know.
But, she will come first. Now and forever.
CHAPTER 4
Gennero
Fucking hell, I can’t stop thinking about the sounds she made when she came. How her soft body melted into my arms as pleasure wove us together.
My obsession will not be quenched by a taste. It will only grow until the fire consumes us both.
I’m a sick fuck, yeah. I was probably headed to hell either way, but the devil must be sharpening his knives, thinking of all the ways he’s going to torture me for this. He’s probably getting the VIP treatment ready for me right now.
If it wasn’t time for Lucy and Carina’s dance lesson, with their teacher Alik turning up a couple of hours ago interrupting us, I’d be buried balls deep in her juicy cunt, instead of sitting here thinking about it while a ghost from my past shifts nervously just inside the private outside entrance to my workshop.
“Don Sabato…” Bobby Marconi inclines his head, and I have to suppress a laugh. Time was, Bobby would have gladly slit my throat had we crossed paths. Now, he comes here with respect and contrition. Oh, how the world turns.
I stand and cross the room, holding my hand out. And when he shakes it, I pull him into a hug. It’s strange, but these people from my past before I was forced into hiding give me a sense of familiarity and comfort. And under the rules of the Christmas truce, neither of us will try to kill the other. Not today.
“Fai come fossi a casa tua,” I welcome him to my home. “Close the door, though. Those fucking reindeer will wander in here looking for a warm place to shit if I’m not careful.”