Novel & Cerita Merry Christmas To Daddy

He asked. "Y-yes daddy. I... I am not tired." I replied, my breathing still irregular. "Good. You should not be tired at all" He smirked and reached both hands to my waist and suddenly flipped me over. I gasped softly, my ass up in the air while my tits were pressed into the sheets. "You have such a fucking beautiful body" Luxuria daddy whispered to me, his hands roaming all over my body. "T... Thank you, daddy" I managed to mutter before feeling his hard cock at my entrance.

Drew stood tall and said; "It's the feeling we have here in this room right now. Don't you feel it?" And one by one they said, "I do." Drew said, "But we, everyone here has it all year round, not only at Christmas. That's the true meaning of Christmas, right, Daddy?" "Yes, Drew. You're right. And Merry Christmas, everyone!" END VOLUME FOUR

I wink at daddy Santa, kissing him sweetly on the cheek, whispering as I hold my cheek to his, “Maybe sometimes it'll be all I wear for you.” Daddy Santa smirks, “Merry Christmas, babygirl.” “Merry Christmas, daddy Santa.” Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Except I was not the only one. After leaving Nancy's room I was coming up to a corner when I heard Nora say, as clear as could be, "Thank you Daddy for such a wonderful Christmas celebration... both day and night. Such a wonderful present, I am so glad you could... remind me... make me very happy. Tell Mom I really appreciate her lending your yummy... (unclear) to me, I will give her a kiss tomorrow." "Thank you my dear, it is always a pleasure to see you smile so big. I will see you at breakfast."

“I knоw іt will nеvеr make uр fоr all thе mаnу I’vе missed, but іt’ѕ a ѕtаrt. I want uѕ аll to bе tоgеthеr аѕ a fаmіlу tо ѕhаrе this ѕресіаl dау.” “I wаnt thаt tоо, аnd уоu don’t have to kеер mаkіng іt uр tо mе, Dad, just hаvіng you thеrе оn Chrіѕtmаѕ dау іѕ enough.” He ѕmіlеd, thе gratitude оf my wоrdѕ wаѕ thеrе рrеѕеnt іn his еуеѕ, no mоrе wоrdѕ wеrе needed.

Daddy's voice indicated he thought I was crazy. I sucked in a breath. Don't cry on Christmas morning and ruin it for Daddy. I bit my lip. "Just getting your newspaper." Setting the Charlotte Observer on the coffee table, I eyed all the presents Daddy bought me. Some were from "Santa," some from him. Ian's mama had taken me a few weeks ago to buy presents for Daddy, so he would have some from me, too. I had bought a bottle of perfume for my mother, just in case Santa pulled through, which I'd hidden under my bed.

"Worse, actually. My legs ache, and I keep getting these dizzy spells. Maybe I should call the doctor." Daddy's eyes flicked to me, a silent warning or was it excitement? "If it's not better by tomorrow, definitely. But rest today. Isabella can help around the house." I nodded eagerly. "Of course. I'll make you some tea later." Tea I could spike too, if needed. As Mom headed back to the couch, Daddy cornered me by the fridge, his hand slipping under my skirt to cup my ass. "You added more?" he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.

Daddy? She feels like a naughty girl who is jumping on her daddy's lap, she is a feverish slut for this man who is fucking her mercilessly. She never called a man daddy during sex, but the dirtiness of the idea makes her insides pulsate around his cock. "Oh! You are squeezing me so hard." He groans and smiles at her arrogantly. "Are you gonna come, babygirl?" "Ahh, yess.." She breathes out and clenches her hands on his shoulders, looks at his eyes. "I am gonna come, daddy! "

We kiss for many seconds until we're both breathless, our hearts pounding so loud we can hear it. “Merry Christmas doll.” Jaxon whispers against my parted, throbbing lips. He caresses my face, his greenish-amber eyes telling me just how much he loves me and will never let me go. I shift closer to him, careful not to let his cock pull out, then I touch his lips with my trembling fingers and whisper to him with all my heart, “Merry Christmas Daddy.”

Standing firm and unmovable, I held her arms tightly, making every attempt she made to move futile. “You really are a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” I mocked before I continued. “But don’t try to tame me or you might regret it,” I added, and she began to sob. I was surprised by her sudden change of emotion. Does she want to make me feel guilty or what? "Please, Daddy, please let me go," Stephanie pleaded, the word unexpectedly sending a strange sensation through me. She had never called me "Daddy" before, and hearing it from her somewhat turned me on and made my dick stand out at full attention, painfully straining my pants.