Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
I’ve fornicated with my grandfather.
All I want is to lay down next to Papa and wake up with him on top of me. My sister will surely hate me and I’m sort of relieved I don’t have to look her in the eye right now.
Sooner or later, she’s gonna know something is up.
And when it comes to her, I can’t lie. On a shaky yawn, I turn and head for my room.
I wake in a rush, heart pounding, covered in sweat, suddenly aware of another presence in my room. The spicy and woodsy scent of him invading my senses.
Then, there’s the brush of a finger against my lips. “Shhh, little one. You don’t want to wake anyone. We need to be quiet.”
“Papa?” I mumble-whisper, feeling like I’m in a fever dream because Santa is sitting on the edge of my bed.
“Who else were you expecting in your bedroom in the middle of the night?” He trails his finger over my chin, down my throat, making me swallow as it continues its southern descent. His fingertip slides between my breasts, held loosely inside the babydoll nightdress I’ve had for a month but never worn, buying it in my hopeful fantasy that one day I’d wear it for him.
The point of his finger turns to two, then three as they slip under the elastic of my panties below my belly button. My tummy quivers and my mouth goes dry.
I don’t know how many times I imagined this. Him. Sneaking into my room in the middle of the night. Doing things that would put the heroes in my steamy romance books to shame. The Santa suit was never in my fantasies, but I have to say, it is now.
Fuck me, Santa. Fuck me, Santa.
My heartrate speeds as I flood my lower level, drenching my panties in a manner of seconds.
God, this man.
I’m aware that my blanket isn’t over me at all. The thought of him doing things with me while I slept enters my mind, and I shiver imagining him touching me in my sleep.
Would he?
Might I wake one night to find his cock hovering over my lips, dripping pre*cum into my waiting mouth?
Or, with him inside me, warming his cock, easing into me so slowly I wouldn’t wake? Leaving me full of cum with no idea how it got there?
Oh, please.
Yes, please.
“What are you thinking, Carina?”
I shake my head, embarrassed by the thoughts. “Nothing. What… What are you doing here?”
“You are coming with me. This is why I told you to go get some rest after the show. I have other plans for you. Good little girls get to play with lots of new toys. Santa has a special surprise for you.”
Fire flashes over my skin.
“A playroom?” My thoughts are filled with filthy images of him doing unthinkable yet delicious things to my body. And I’m more than willing.
“Yes, a special one. For a special girl.”
There’s nothing else I want more.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
He takes my hand in his, and I allow myself to be led, wondering exactly where it is we’re going…
“Come. I’ve been waiting to show you what I’ve built. Just for you.”
CHAPTER 9
Gennero
My heart grows three sizes as she spins in the room that used to be a useless sitting area off my bedroom suite.
“It’s a wonderland,” Carina says as she runs her fingers along the padded bench, the low table just the right height to secure her body while I fuck her into oblivion.
“It’s our wonderland. Where we can be who we want and no one will know.”
A flicker of sadness crosses her face and I feel like a fucking ass. “Will we always have to be a secret?”
I shake my head. “No. I’ll figure out how to make it right with Lucy. And whatever else. I promise you.”
And do what I need to do to keep you safe.
“What’s this?” She spins toward a red leather-covered bench that looks much like a sawhorse but with padded supports for her knees and her hands.
“I’ll show you.” I slip her nightdress from her shoulders, letting it fall on the floor, then lift her body into place, her ass high, head on the padded center. “Perfect.”
The Santa suit is fucking hot as hell, but I don’t strip it off, there’s no time. I take out my already hard dick and spit on my hand, rubbing it into her already drenched pussy.
“Now, see, hold onto those handles. This isn’t built for love making, it’s built for breeding. See how it’s angled forward? So I’m going to mount you from behind like a dog, raw fuck you, then you stay right there until I say so. All that creamy Santa surprise is going to stay right where it belongs.”
“Sounds fun.” She wiggles her butt as I give my dick some strokes and bring my other hand down on her creamy cheeks, leaving a red outline as she yelps and throws her head back and forth.