Page 27 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“With your cock?” she asked innocently.

“With my cock.” And then he was thrusting into her, hard, but Sara was so wet it felt delicious. She met his thrusts by raising her hips, and in seconds she was wrapping her legs around him, allowing him to take her any way he pleased. She came faster this time, her body answering the urgent need of his own. But it didn’t matter. She knew that the day was young yet and they’d both be hungry for the other again before too long.

They spooned together on his oversize couch for a time, but not long after they’d caught their breath she heard Daddy’s tummy rumble.

“Someone’s hungry,” she commented. “And to think, you didn’t even want me to make cookies, but I bet you’ll be glad they’re in the kitchen now.”

“It’s not that I didn’t want you to make cookies. Just normal people don’t eat Christmas cookies for breakfast.”

“Normal,” she scoffed. “Anyway, if it’s the calories you’re worried about, you don’t have to be. We’re working them off.”

“All right, all right,” he grumbled. “You really are spoiled, you know that?”

Oh, she knew all right, much to her delight.

“Let’s go eat some cookies,” Daddy suggested.

“Not yet,” she told him. “First,sprinkles!”

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“What movie do you think we should watch next?” Daddy asked, graciously handing over the remote.

Sara was snuggled in beside him all cozy under a white afghan. She’d just polished off her third cookie and a large glass of milk, and since Daddy didn’t have to work until that night he’d agreed to watch Christmas movies with her until he needed to get some rest. She was already feeling sad at the idea of leaving him for the evening, so she was thrilled to hearthat he planned on watching another with her.

Slowly, she began to flick through the channels. As Christmas neared it seemed like every movie she’d grown up with as a kid, plus many that she hadn’t, was showing. She paused on the Hallmark Channel as a movie title flashed across the screen.I’ll Be Home for Christmas.

“This one?” Daddy asked.

She shook her head, but somehow she just couldn’t seem to make herself change the channel. Instead, her lower lip began to quiver as the characters’ familiar faces began to pan in.

“Sara? Is something wrong?”

“No,” she answered, but he must have heard the tremor in her voice, because his fingers were coming under her chin, turning her head to face him.

“What is it?”

“I… I just don’t want to watch this.” Damn it, why couldn’t she stop her voice from trembling? Or her hands, for that matter?

“Okay, so we won’t.” He plucked the remote from her fingers, switched off the television and set it down. “Now, why don’t you tell me what’s up?”

“I… I don’t know,” she said, blinking her eyes rapidly to stop the tears that threatened.

“I don’t believe that for a second, young lady. Now, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

Uh-oh, That was Daddy’srealstern voice. She’d heard it enough to know the difference by now. But she just didn’t think she could tell him. Even if she could make the words come out, she wasn’t sure he’d ever understand.

“Sara… I’m right here. Talk to Daddy.”

It was the soothing concern in his voice that did it. She began to cry, and once the tears finally flowed, they just wouldn’t stop. She buried herself into his shoulder and cried until her sobs turned ragged and breathless. And Daddy let her—he just patted her on the back and gently shushed her as she sobbed her heart out.

“Look at me, Sara,” he said at last when she’d settled on a softer cry.

She hesitantly tipped her face up toward his, blinking at the light. She’d cried so hard it actually hurt to blink—but that was what months of pent-up grief would do, she supposed.

Daddy Alex raised his hand and with the utmost care he began to wipe her tears away. Just that simple, sweet gesture made tears fill her eyes all over again.

“What is it, sweetheart? You can tell Daddy, whatever it is. I’m here for you.”

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