Page 25 of A Very Naughty Christmas

Instead of answering aloud, she sat up and slid off the bed, onto her knees.

“Oh, I see. You reallyarenaughty.”

“This is a good kind of naughty, isn’t it, Daddy?”

“Yes, the best kind of naughty,” he agreed as he moved to stand in front of her.

Sara took hold of his shaft again, but only long enough to guide it into her mouth. She was immediately gratified by the sound of his moan. She flicked her tongue over the head of his cock, loving the way he grasped a fistful of her hair in answer.

Previously Sara had never really enjoyed giving blowjobs and she’d performed the task rarely and with great reluctance. Her longest running boyfriend from sophomore year had only ever gotten two and they’d been together a little over six months. She didn’t really know why she was so eager to give one to Daddy, except perhaps to show him her complete submission and devotion. But she should have known that it would be different with him—everything else was. And when her mouth closed around his cock, from that very moment she felt like she was giving her first blowjob. She had no distaste for him, only a hunger she had to satisfy. And he didn’t make her feel gross or inept—in fact, she felt nothing but wholly loved. What woman wouldn’t get on her knees willingly for that?

So it was with relish that Sara took to the task of pleasing her daddy. She worked her lips up and down his long, large shaft. She started slowly at first, but as he hardened even more in her mouth, she tightened her lips around him and grabbed hold of his legs so that she could move quicker back and forth.

She wasn’t sure how long that she’d been at it before she felt Daddy Alex tap her head. She looked up at him and saw that he was motioning for her to stop.

“What?” she asked after he helped her to her feet. “Was I not doing it right?”

“Oh, Sara,” he chuckled, pulling her close. “You were perfect, absolutely perfect. But I don’t want to come without bringing you pleasure, baby.”

“I like pleasuring you,” she objected, realizing to her surprise that it was true. Theirs hadn’t been a long relationship, by any means, but it had already surpassed every relationship she’d ever had in both intensity and maturity.

“And I love you for that, baby, I really do. But this first time, I’m going to come inside you. Believe me, there will be other times when I will deny that pleasure to you no matter how much you beg.”

“When I’ve been a bad girl?” she guessed.

“You got it. But right now you’re being a very, very good girl and you deserve a reward. Lie on your back, sweet girl.”

She complied immediately and when she once again saw Daddy looming over her,she couldn’t help but smile. And then he was sliding inside her—slowly, gently at first, but then with more vigor. Sara had never been the kind of girl who enjoyed sex. After her first time, she’d thought it would be better the second, and then when it wasn’t—and the third and fourth weren’t either—she’d resigned herself to the fact that she just wasn’t one of those girls who enjoyed sex.

But lying beneath Daddy, she discovered something wonderful: all those other boys had just been doing it wrong. She knew this with more certainty each and every time he thrust into her pussy. He was slow and considerate, taking his time in finding the right rhythm. He didn’t grope her blindly and grunt and roll over after three frenzied thrusts. No, he stroked her hair and touched her face and even leaned down to kiss her mouth as he made the sweetest love to her. And she never wanted it to end. But at the same time she knew that when it did, there would be another time, and another after that. And it was the greatest feeling in the world.

Bit by bit, he picked up the pace and he soon had her moaning beneath his expert ministrations. Her skin flushed with heat as the molten lava in her belly spread throughout her body. So this is what they meant by hot-blooded! She didn’t think there was a woman alive who could stay cool around her daddy!

“Oh!” she gasped in surprise as a single hard thrust had her toes curling.

“Remember the rule, princess,” he ground out as he thrust inside her once more.

Rule? What rule? She wasn’t thinking of anything except of digging her nails into him harder, of meeting his every thrust, of staying with him just like this, with their bodies intertwined, forever.

His thrusts became harder and closer together and she was uttering breathy little cries with every single one. She’d never felt so warm, so delicious, so loved…

It was getting harder to breathe. It felt like being on top of a mountain—the air was thinner up here, but she knew soon she’d jump off and be able to fly. She could feel her taut, tight muscles preparing for flight… any moment now she’d take to the sky and soar.

And then she remembered. Just in time, she remembered.

“Daddy, may I please come?” she asked, the words tumbling one after the other in her haste to get them out.

He grinned down at her, clearly amused. “Yes, little one. Since you said please.”

She sighed with relief, and on his very next thrust, her pussy grasped greedily at his cock and then she was letting go, finding her release with a loud, guttural cry of ecstasy that her ears didn’t even recognize as her own. “Oh!Oh! Oh, Daddy,yes!” she was screaming.

And then he was spilling his seed inside her, hot and sweet and so incredibly gratifying. When he fell onto the bed beside her, she instantly curled into his side, sighing happily when he draped an arm around her. She closed her eyes with a smile on her face. Ifnothing else good happened on this trip, that alone had been worth the drive back to her hometown.

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Sara hadn’t even realized she’d fallen asleep until she felt Daddy shaking her awake.

“I’m going to hop in the shower. Want to come?”

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