Page 50 of A Little Christmas: Rivi
He nosed at my ear, then whispered, “What do you want?”
“To feel all of you.”
“All?”
“Without clothes, please.”
“So polite. Who taught you such manners?”
I shrugged, then laughed.
“I think you were raised right, but you still need a daddy, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“A firm daddy who knows what you need and takes care of it right away.”
“I would never outgrow that,” I said flatly.
Briar grinned. “Good boy.”
“I know I am.”
We were in tune. Comfortable enough for intimate banter. I loved it.
“Well, then let’s see what my good boy has under here.” Briar slowly lifted the edge of my sweater to expose my stomach.
I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out as he lowered his face to my bare skin and gave me a kiss to the side of my belly button. My skin quivered and my cock gushed more liquid in my underwear.
“So lovely.” He kissed my bare skin again.
I threw my head back onto the pillows and groaned.
“Nice response. I think I want to kiss you all over.”
All I could think in that moment was that Briar was relentless. I loved that word for this moment.Relentless.
“Don’t stop,” I murmured. I was melting into the bedcovers.
Briar’s hand pressed where he had kissed. His finger drew down to my waistband and hooked it. I drew in a breath through my teeth.
“Relax. Breathe. Feel,” Briar said.
“Oh yes, Daddy.”
He began to undo the buttons to my pants. I worried that he’d see my wet underwear. That worry went away when I realized it had been his plan. He wanted me helpless and yearning beneath him.
Oh how I wanted that, too.
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Briar
Ipulled back the flaps of his fly to reveal tight, pale pink underwear and a bulge with a wet spot that lured me in.
“Ahh, so sweet. Little Pan, you are gorgeous.”
He sighed. When I looked up at his face, his eyes were tightly shut.
