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)
I shake my head as the man that’s taken care of me for years pinches my nipples, then licks his way down my neck before pulling back to stare at my naked torso.
“Good, because it’s time to pay up for the months you’ve been teasing me. Santa hasn’t had pussy since before he went to prison. And I’m glad I waited, because you are worth waiting for.” He laps at my breasts, sending torturous spasms into my belly as wetness streams down the crack of my behind.
With a grunt, Papa pushes back onto his heels, tugging at my skirt, leaving my striped tights in place.
“When I reached under your skirt and felt that opening you made for me in these little candy cane tights? I knew you were a fucking miracle sent just for me. You’re the most beautiful woman on earth, Carina. I’m sorry I’m an old fuck and I’m your grandfather, but I don’t care about that anymore. I need what I need and that’s you.” His voice is desperate and hungry.
“I need you, too,” I whisper as he strips off his shirt and I love that thick mix of dark and light on his chest. His body rivals a man half his age with the clear division of his abdominal muscles and the thick lines of his pectorals, not to mention the flexing of the defined muscles in his upper arms.
He works out. A lot, apparently.
“Good, because you’re going to be getting a lot of me. From now on, I’m going to make you feel so good, you’ll think of me every second of every day. You’ll come to me, desperate and begging for only what I can give you.” He reaches down and spreads my legs wide, eyes locked onto my exposed femininity. “You want to be naughty with Santa, don’t you?”
“Very,” I answer truthfully.
I’ll do whatever he wants. I’m blind with my love and lust for him as need cascades through me and he lowers his face between my legs.
Shyness lances through me, but the look of hunger on his face gives me a boost of confidence.
“Smells like dessert.” He growls as his big sexy arms loop around the tops of my thighs, his warm breath on my sensitive flesh. His eyes fall closed as he inhales. “Open wider, I want to see it all.”
I should be scared, but I’m not. The muscles in his shoulders tense as he lowers himself, and my entire body stiffens. My thighs vibrate against the sides of his face, the coarse hair of his beard rough on my skin.
“Show me what you did to try to get relief earlier. I want to see how you touched yourself thinking about me. I want to see how wet you get when you play with this little kitty.”
He nods toward my splayed sex as I force a trembling hand over my belly, down over the pad of curls I keep just on the top of my mound, then pause.
What am I doing? Who am I right now?
“Do it. Stop thinking and just do as you are told. All your choices belong to me now. Finger that pussy like I told you.”
I slide my fingers lower. The first wet slick heat makes my hips lift and all my inhibitions fall away as I dig the heels of my feet into the soft rug.
I find my clit and start to rub, rub, rub, then slip lower, pushing inside my opening with one finger, in and out, in and out, fucking myself spread wide as my grandfather watches.
“See, that’s nice, isn’t it? Giving Papa a little show.”
His eyes snap to mine for a second, then back between my legs as I hold my breath and start bucking into my hand.
I close my eyes, lost in the moment, needing more, more.
“You want me to make it better?” He growls into the juncture of my thigh. “You’re making a mess, but you’re not getting the job done, are you?”
I whip my head back and forth. “No. I can’t.”
“You want Papa to help?”
“Yes, please.”
“Okay, okay. You know I can never say no to my little girl. Put your hands on those tits and let Grandpa take over. See if we can’t fix this aching down here. You’re going to find out what a man’s mouth feels like, but make no mistake, it will only ever be my mouth licking this sweet juice. Now lay back and close your eyes.”
When his hot mouth connects with my pussy, I suck all the oxygen out of the room.
His warm tongue laps at my clit, eager but slow and steady, like he’s licking an ice cream cone. His groans vibrate into my center. I never dreamed anything on this earth could feel this good.
His hand comes to rest on my belly, sliding down and using his fingers to spread me apart as my body tenses. I press my head into the rug, feeling my toes curl in the soft fur.