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“Horny for Papa, aren’t you?”
I nod as the fire between my legs ignites and he lets out a groan that connects directly to my clit.
“I know you’re untouched, baby. But you know what’s going to happen, don’t you?”
His rough fingers twirl over my nipple and one thick digit presses inside me, making me hiss. “Yes.”
“We’re going to fuck. Raw and rough. That means this cock you’ve made so hard is going inside here.” He twists his finger into my opening as moisture floods from my body. The tingling and tension tangle into a tapestry of desperation and wanting so intense my vision turns fuzzy and thoughts of any consequences evaporate into the air. “You make Papa hard and you need to fix it. The only way is to put it inside you. Then, I’ll give you your prize. Only this time, it’s going to be balls deep in that baby maker of yours when it happens.”
Desire blinds me. “Yes,” I gasp as his hands leave me and in one swift move, he’s tugging my sweater over my head, throwing it to the floor before lowering his head and licking at the tight peaks.
Then he draws one deep into the warmth of his mouth, making me sigh and steady myself with my hands on his shoulders.
“Just like sugar plums. I knew they’d be sweet, but not as sweet as what you’ve been saving for me down here.”
He drags me across the room, lowering me onto a thick fluffy sheepskin rug in front of the fire with pillows all around. My skin tingles as he lowers himself on top of me, hands knitting in my hair as his weight presses me into the floor.
A moan catches in my throat as he rocks against me, his hardness on top of my mound as his body shifts and jerks. He kicks off his boots, then forces my legs wide, yielding to his lower body.
Is this really happening?
His nostrils flare as he paws at my breasts, lips pressing onto mine as I arch and wrap my legs around his, tugging him closer, straining for friction. His mouth opens and our tongues collide as his knees settle between mine, grinding against me as my petals spread and unfold with the realization that play time is over.
“You’ve been naughty. Teasing me. Coming downstairs with those tights cut open so I could smell your wet cunt. Did you think you’d get away with it without paying the piper?”
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.
