Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“Foxy Santa, that feels weird. It’s kind of hot.”
“It’s meant to be a little . . . spicy.”
Good. Lord. Then his fingers slipped free and something hard and cool was pressed against her back hole.
“Daddy? I mean, Foxy Santa?”
“Breathe out. You can do this. This is far, far, far smaller than me. It should just slip right on in.”
Slip right on in.
Right. She’d like to see if it would slip right on into his butt.
“How come we never get to plug you, Daddy?”
“Because I’m the Daddy,” he replied. “Well, not right now. I’m Foxy Santa.”
Right. As if that answered everything. Although . . . she guessed in some ways it did.
He pushed the plug inside her as she breathed out. It felt so hard.
“It’s cold, Foxy Santa,” she complained, even though it had already grown warmer.
“I could have put it in the freezer,” he told her, patting her bottom lightly.
“Are you going to take it back out, Daddy?” she asked. She could only imagine how it looked.
“Oh no, you’re going to stay right where you are with that plug sticking out of your bottom. You can let go of your bottom cheeks, though.”
Great.
“Thank you so much,” she said sarcastically.
“You’re welcome,” he replied seriously. “Pup, you’re next.”
“I’m ready, Foxy Santa.”
“That’s my good boy.”
She wished she could see what he was doing. She loved watching them together.
“There you are, Pup. You’ve taken your plug so well. Good Pup.”
She felt the Fox move back and shifted from foot to foot when she heard some water run.
“Stay still, baby girl.”
“But, Foxy Santa, what were you doing?” she asked.
“I was washing my hands and now I’m staring at my little candy canes. So cute. I saw these reindeer vibrators as well. I thought I might get one of those too. Just imagine the reindeer ears against your clit while you’re plugged with this glass candy cane. Would you like that, baby girl?”
Her breath hitched. “I . . . um . . . ”
“Tell me,” he pressed.
“Yes, Foxy Santa.”
“Good girl for being honest.”
Darn, she loved when he called her a good girl. It made a shiver go up her spine.
His hand ran over her bottom then down between her legs. “Does that excite you, baby girl?”
“Yes,” she managed to get out, knowing he’d find the evidence of her excitement.
He ran a finger through her drenched lips, circling her clit.
“I can tell you’re very excited. What about you, Pup? Let’s check.” He removed his hand from her pussy and she bit her bottom lip to hold back her moan of disappointment.
She heard Brody groan and tried to glanced over. She caught glimpses of the Fox standing at Brody’s side, running his hand up and down his cock.
She licked her lips. “Can I help you, Foxy Santa?”
“You want to suck Pup’s cock, baby girl?”
“Ooh, yes, please.”
Brody made another strangled noise.
“I bet you’d like that. And so would Pup. Unfortunately, this is a punishment, and neither of you gets to play.”
That was so unfair. She was so turned on. Being plugged, having him touch her, watching him touch Brody . . . he was killing her. She’d almost forgotten the heat in her ass.
“Foxy Santa, please,” she begged.
“No, baby girl. You can beg all you want, but you don’t get to come or have Brody’s cock in your mouth.”
So. Mean.
The Fox slowly slid the plug from her ass and helped her stand before doing the same with Brody. “Both of you wait there while I wash these and my hands.”
He disappeared into the bathroom and she leaned against Brody. “Do you think he’s really serious about not letting us come?” Her poor clit was throbbing.
“He’s serious.”
“I need some relief, though. Or I’m gonna die!” Overdramatic? Not. At. All.
“You’re going to die, huh? Well, how do you think I feel? Look at me.”
They both glanced down at his erect cock.
“Darn, that’s such a waste, Brody-bear.”
“Uh-huh.”
“If the two of you are finished mourning Pup’s erection, it’s time for a little Pup and Bunny to go to sleep. Get yourselves back into bed. Don’t bother with your pajamas. Your Daddy will be back soon.”
13
Fox, Brody, and Autumn
Brody lay back in bed with a groan.
At least Foxy Santa had removed the cock ring. It was made of rubber, so he’d just stretched it and pulled it off. But it didn’t mean that his dick wasn’t throbbing and hard.
Crap.
How was he going to go to sleep with this?
“I’m sorry I got us into trouble, Brody-bear.”
He rolled to face Autumn. “Don’t worry. I enjoyed every minute of it. I’m just suffering slightly now.”
“I could help you.”
“We’d get in more trouble,” he warned.
“Could be worth it.”
He grinned. “All right then.” He moved onto his back as she slid down the bed and put her mouth around his dick. Oh heck. Sugar balls. That felt so good.
He moaned.