Page 49 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Rowan

“Sounds fun.” I kiss him slowly. “Then what?”

“I’m not sure. What do you want to do, Daddy? It’s your day, too.”

“You know I don’t have any Christmas traditions of my own.”

“Then let’s make new ones.”

“Such as?”

He giggles and wriggles on my fingers. “This is a good start.”

“Morning sex?”

“Christmas morning sex with a Christmas toy.”

“Oh, you’re expecting a new toy every Christmas, are you?”

“Surely that’s a perk of dating the co-owner of a sex toy company?”

I chuckle. “I suppose it is. What other new traditions will we make?”

He waggles his brows. “Christmas evening sex?”

“You’ve got sex on the brain.”

“I’ve got you on the brain. You’re sexy. Ergo, I have sex with you on the brain.” He winks.

I slip another finger inside him.

“Oh, Daddy!” His throaty cry sends me careening towards the edge of an orgasm.

Gently, I slip my fingers out of him and nudge him onto his back. Now that his cock is no longer providing welcome friction against mine, I’m able to pull myself back from the brink.

“Spread your legs, boy. Knees raised.”

He obeys, smiling sweetly. I slide a cushion under his hips, giving me better access to his hole. I kneel between his spread legs, leaning over him to kiss him while I return to warming and loosening his arse, preparing him for my cock and the slim dildo.

“You are so beautiful, boy.” I nip his lower lip gently.

“So are you, Daddy. And your fingers feelamazing.”

“I think your idea of a walk is a good one.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“Yes. After our nap on the sofa. It’ll be even nicer if it kept snowing last night.”

He gasps. “We haven’t checked if it’s a white Christmas.”

“Want me to check now?”

“No!” He grabs my arm. “No, Daddy. It can wait.”

I chuckle. “Having too much fun?”

“Yes! I am so desperate for you right now, Daddy. I need your cock inside me.”

“Not yet, boy.”