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I pull her upward, sitting her squarely in front of me again, her eyes on fire as I lay down two more swats on her other hip before crushing my lips to hers, my hands like a vice on either side of her face.
Mounting the heat between her legs on my cock, I dry hump against her, grunting with the effort, my tongue driving between her lips as her fragile body melts against the iron hardness of my chest.
Am I really doing this? Am I really the kind of man who would take his own granddaughter and use her for his pleasure out here where she has no other options?
She’s been here in this gilded cage for too long. She has pent-up frustrations and no outlet, I’m just the totem in the way of her surging hormones.
I’m fifty fucking years old. I’mPapa.
She answers my tortured thoughts by bucking her hips against me and digging her fingers into my shoulders. Her tongue meets mine warm in my mouth, turning me into a depraved bastard. My cock shoots higher as her lips slip against mine, our heated breath mingling with our frustrated kiss, her feet with those fucking jingle bell slippers lock around my ass, the tinkling sound accentuating every thrust of my hips.
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.
