Page 21 of Her Mountain Christmas
She giggles and circles around behind me, hugging me and letting her hand wander down over my stomach until her fingers brush over my cock through my sweats. “I know I’m cute, and I think you like my teasing, Daddy.”
I groan as she strokes me, my balls pulling up. “Oh, I do. But you know what happens to little sweethearts who tease their daddies too much?”
“No, tell me,” she says breathlessly, still working my cock.
“They get their tight pussies stuffed full until they’re sobbing because they can’t take any more cock. Until they’re so full of Daddy’s cum that it drips out of them all day.” My voice suddenly sounds like I’ve swallowed gravel.
She makes a sound that’s half purr, half moan and keeps stroking me. “Is that supposed to deter me? Because it sounds like you’re threatening me with a good time.”
I laugh. She really is perfect.
I set the spatula down and turn quickly, pinning her against the counter. I slip my hand between her thighs, and groan when I find her soaked and swollen. “Fuck, you’re soaked.” I hold hergaze as I slowly push two fingers inside her, curling them just enough to make her gasp.
Her cunt clenches around my fingers like she’s trying to pull them deeper, her hips jerking forward with a needy little whine. “Oh, thank you, Daddy. That feels so good.”
I twist my wrist, dragging my thumb over her clit in slow, deliberate circles while I leave my fingers buried inside her. “You wanted to tease me, huh? Now you’re gonna take what you get.” Her breathing grows ragged as she grips the edge of the counter with white knuckles. I curl my fingers inside her, pressing lightly against her g-spot and making her whole body tremble. “Did you wake up this wet, sweetheart? Or did you get all worked up teasing Daddy?”
She whimpers, her thighs shaking. “I love teasing you. I gets me so excited watching you lose control.”
“And now look at you, dripping all over my hand.” I tease her clit with a couple more featherlight strokes, and then I pull my fingers out, bringing them to her mouth. “Taste how wet you are.” She obeys, her tongue swirling around my fingers, eyes locked on mine. Heat shoots down my spine and straight to my balls and I’m suddenly dying for her mouth on me. “Such a good fucking girl for me.”
She lets my fingers go with a wet pop, and she looks both so sweetly innocent and so playfully sexy that I can’t stop myself from picking her up, my hands curling around the backs of her thighs and claiming her mouth in a slow, deep kiss. I groan when I taste her pussy on her tongue, and I can’t decide what I want more—her mouth on me, or my mouth on her.
We break apart just before the pancakes start to burn, lips tingling, breathing ragged. We’re both laughing as I set her carefully on the counter. Every single moment with her feels like pure, unfiltered joy. It’s like the way the sun sparkles off offreshly fallen snow. It’s the smell of flowers on a warm spring day. She just makes everything better and sweeter.
Breakfast is torture. Every time she reaches for her coffee, the shirt gapes open, showing me her gorgeous tits. At one point she stands up to pour herself some more coffee, and she stretches her arms overhead, giving me a peek at luscious under curve of her ass. By the time we’re done eating, my cock is straining against my sweatpants, dripping pre-cum like a faucet.
She offers to help with cleanup, but I shoo her into the living room because I like taking care of her. And because I don’t think I can take anymore of her faux-innocent teasing right now.
When I’m done, I find standing in front of the tree, admiring the ornaments. I just stare for minute, memorizing the moment. Memorizing the way the firelight from the softly crackling fire dances across her pale skin. Memorizing the way the snow’s falling outside, and the way the tree glows merrily against the white of the window. Memorizing the way her blond hair falls down her back as she stands there in my flannel shirt.
An intense wave of happiness and possession slams into me, rocking me to my core.
“Ella.”
She turns, blinking up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes. “Yeah, Jack?”
My voice is rough, barely controlled. “Daddy’s still hungry.”
She blushes the sweetest shade of pink, but she doesn’t look away. “Oh?”
I move forward, closing the distance between us. “Lie down. Right here. Spread those pretty legs for me. I didn’t get to do this last night, and I’m dying to taste you.”
A shiver runs through her, and she sinks to the rug, her thighs parting with deliberate slowness. Still teasing. I’m going to lick all of the teasing out of her, I swear to god. Her legs fallopen completely, baring her to me, and I groan at the sight of her pink, glossy pussy, already glistening for me.
Fuck. Mine.
I crouch beside the tree, finding the loose end of the garland wrapped around the base. The deep red strands catch the firelight as I unravel it, my eyes never leaving hers. She watches me with parted lips, her chest rising and falling faster and faster as I take my sweet time.
“Jack? What are you…” Her voice is breathy, unsure, but her thighs are shaking, her nipples hard little pink points.
“Shh.” I lean over her, brushing a strand of hair from her face before I gather her hands and gently push her arms above her head. Slowly, I loop the garland around first one wrist and then the other. I tie her wrists together with the end of the garland that I’ve unraveled, essentially tethering her to the tree above her. She shifts, and the garland pulls against the tree, making the branches sway slightly. I dip my head low. “Okay?” I check in with her. I watch her reactions as she processes what I’ve done to her. Her cheeks are pink, her chest flushed. Her breathing is rapid, her nipples hard, her cunt wet and swollen. She tugs slightly against the festive restraint and then moans.
“Very okay.”
“Good. You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.” I drag my knuckles down her sternum, over the swell of her tits, toying with her nipples. “You’re all mine right now. Tied up under the tree like the prettiest little present.”
I drop down over her, bracing my weight on my forearms, and take her mouth in a slow, deep kiss. She moans into me, her back arching, trying to press her body against mine. But I pull my hips back just enough that she can’t get the friction she’s chasing. Her whimper vibrates against my lips, and I swallow it, kissing her harder, my tongue sliding against hers in a dirty rhythm.
