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“If it was just you and me, and we were the last two people on Earth—no fucking Alik Petrov, no audiences, no nothing. And it’s Christmas morning, and you can eat anything you want in the whole fucking world. What would you choose?”
Carina hesitates, just for a fraction of a second, then a smile spreads over her face as she looks down at her dish. “Donuts,” she gushes.
With a smile, I pick up the freshly-made sugary rings Mama made according to my instructions and hold it in front of her lips. “Open your mouth. I’m feeding you, remember? Because you are my world, Carina. And you get to have everything you ever want.”
If my girl wants donuts for Christmas breakfast, she gets fucking donuts.
She shifts on her stool, then with tentative movements, she opens her mouth and bites into the sugar sprinkled dough.
As she closes her eyes and moans my fucking erection returns, jealous as fuck about the donut.
The shimmering sugar coats her lips.
Leaning down I press my lips to hers, licking the sugary sweet taste of donuts and Carina. She turns toward me, her body instinctively leaning in. And I love it. But it should wait.
Licking my lips, I pull back. “Good girl. Getting even more delicious for Papa. Take another bite.”
Her cheeks turn red while a smile appears on her beautiful face as I feed her another bite.
Then another.
I watch as she chews. Remembering all the ways her mouth gave me pleasure last night.
She sits up taller in her stool, hands on her knees. This time she kisses me, letting me suck her tongue.
God, this girl.
I pull her onto my lap, placing the donut back on her plate. When I bring my sugar covered fingers on her lips, she greedily sucks them into her mouth, licking them clean. If I’ll have to use sex to make her eat as eagerly as she’s licking the sugar out of my fingers, so be it. Be my guest, my little honeysuckle.
I slide my other hand between her legs under her tights and take my fingers out of her lips. She places her head on my shoulder, squirming on my lap, rubbing my hard on with her ass.
“Eat,” I whisper to her ear, giving her already wet pussy a good rub from slit to clit.
“Papa,” she moans and picks up her half-eaten donut between her thumb and finger and takes a massive bite.
“Keep eating. Soon you’ll connecting this pleasure…” I rub her clit in a hard circle as her body melts against me, “with this pleasure.” I put the donut to her lips and she takes a bite without hesitation. I keep at it until she’s chewing and swallowing and shaking with a shuddering orgasm. It will take time, but I’ll retrain her brain to understand and I’ll enjoy every moment.
I kiss her forehead, push the dish towards her and steal just one as I hear Lucy and Sully coming down the hall with Mama’s voice ranting about the variegated poinsettias Lucy has put all over the house.
“I’ll be back.” I settle her quivering back on the other chair as I rush back to my room, taking the stairs two at a time and dress in my Santa suit as I always do for Christmas morning.
We all gather in the great room with its twelve foot tree and I start the fire while Mama lights the candles and sets out sugar cookies and more of that fucking God-awful Lambrusco.
Carina is like a little girl, tearing open wrapping paper with such excitement it makes me laugh. I try to turn it into a “ho, ho, ho” to maintain the illusion. I’m not sure if it works.
The next two hours are filled with laughter and torn paper and broken ribbons and giving was never so sweet.
Mama waddles off to see about more Lambrusco and restart her three tenors Christmas album as Lucy and Sully sneak off.
There’s a stab of something in my heart as they go, but I know it’s time. Time for both my girls to grow up.
At least a little.
“One more,” I say handing Carina a small box once we are alone. She flips it open with that little girl awe I remember from when she was a child staring at the ballerina necklace, diamonds sparkling almost as bright as her eyes.
“It’s too much.” She tries but she’s already reaching up to pull her hair aside so I can put it around her neck.
“Nothing is too much for you.” I reach into the back pocket of my Santa suit and hand her the tiny envelope with a single ticket inside. “I lied, one more.”
