Page 50 of A Little Christmas: Rivi

He nosed at my ear, then whispered, “What do you want?”

“To feel all of you.”

“All?”

“Without clothes, please.”

“So polite. Who taught you such manners?”

I shrugged, then laughed.

“I think you were raised right, but you still need a daddy, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“A firm daddy who knows what you need and takes care of it right away.”

“I would never outgrow that,” I said flatly.

Briar grinned. “Good boy.”

“I know I am.”

We were in tune. Comfortable enough for intimate banter. I loved it.

“Well, then let’s see what my good boy has under here.” Briar slowly lifted the edge of my sweater to expose my stomach.

I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out as he lowered his face to my bare skin and gave me a kiss to the side of my belly button. My skin quivered and my cock gushed more liquid in my underwear.

“So lovely.” He kissed my bare skin again.

I threw my head back onto the pillows and groaned.

“Nice response. I think I want to kiss you all over.”

All I could think in that moment was that Briar was relentless. I loved that word for this moment.Relentless.

“Don’t stop,” I murmured. I was melting into the bedcovers.

Briar’s hand pressed where he had kissed. His finger drew down to my waistband and hooked it. I drew in a breath through my teeth.

“Relax. Breathe. Feel,” Briar said.

“Oh yes, Daddy.”

He began to undo the buttons to my pants. I worried that he’d see my wet underwear. That worry went away when I realized it had been his plan. He wanted me helpless and yearning beneath him.

Oh how I wanted that, too.

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Briar

Ipulled back the flaps of his fly to reveal tight, pale pink underwear and a bulge with a wet spot that lured me in.

“Ahh, so sweet. Little Pan, you are gorgeous.”

He sighed. When I looked up at his face, his eyes were tightly shut.