Page 101 of Big Daddy Christmas
“She might not be a she. That’s just how I’ve been thinking of her.”
“She, he, they. I don’t give a fuck. Our baby. Our child. And they’re going to take the world by fucking storm.”
“Fuck yeah, they are. Look at who their parents are.”
By now he’d worked his way up to her hips and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, slowly tugging them down her luscious thighs, all while watching the need, the hunger flicker across her face.
“Ice, we can’t. There are probably people waiting to use this bathroom.”
“Then they can wait a little longer. My good girl deserves a reward. Step out of your panties, then turn around. Hands against the wall, ass out.”
Her breath hitched, but she did as she was told, turning and bracing herself as he pushed the silky green material up to her waist, baring her glistening pussy to his gaze.
“Feet apart.”
Again she did as she was told, his good, good girl, spreading herself for him. His cock pressed against the zipper of his dress pants, straining for release, but that would have to wait.
Right now was about her.
Cupping her ass cheeks in his hands, he spread her even further, chuckling softly to himself when she whimpered.
“Daddy, please.”
Begging already, which meant she was getting desperate and he’d barely even touched her.
Good.
With her spread open, he leaned in, running his tongue over her inner thigh, up to the swell of her bottom. One cheek, then the other, deliberately avoiding the places she wanted him to touch, and earning himself another of those needy little whimpers.
He bit her, gently, nothing more than a graze of his teeth over her ass cheek, but it was enough to have a shudder wracking her body and her hips swaying, a silent entreaty for more.
But he didn’t want her silence. He wanted her begging, pleading, desperate for him before he finally gave her what she wanted.
So he continued, teeth and tongue teasing her goosepimpled flesh as she squirmed and whimpered and whined.
And then, finally, “Goddammit, Ice. You’re killing me, here.”
He chuckled, letting it vibrate across her sensitive skin. “You know what I want, baby.”
“I already begged and you didn’t give me what I wanted.”
“Oh, my naughty little goddess. That hardly counts as begging.”
To prove his point, he dragged his tongue up the inside of her thigh, letting the tip just barely graze her soaked lips.
“Daddy, please.”
“Please, what, baby? Use your words. Tell Daddy what you want.”
“I want you to eat my fucking pussy until I scream, that’s what I want.”
“Bossy brat,” he scolded playfully. “Maybe I should eat you out until you’re right on edge and then fuck your ass instead, without letting you come at all until we get to the club.”
“No, no, I’m sorry! Please, don’t, Ice, I’ll die.”
“Hmm. I suppose it’s lucky for you I’m feeling rather sentimental at the moment.”
And with that, he finally gave her what she so badly wanted, sliding his tongue between her soaked lips. Her quiet moan filled the room as he pressed his face deeper into the scent of her, the taste of her, drinking her in as he used his tongue to torment her.
