Page 107 of Santa Daddies

“Tongue.”

The one-word command had her sticking her tongue out as far as she could and flattening it to the best of her ability.

“Such a good girl,” I praised as I repositioned my hands so that one held both braids while the other moved to stroke down her cheek before dropping to fist the base of my cock. It took only a slight move forward until I was able to lay my length along her waiting tongue. This was another moment in time I’d never fail to treasure, letting a full minute pass as she simply waited for permission to continue. I could not only feel her breath wafting along my shaft, but her tongue trembling beneath the weight of my dick. As a man, it was a powerful rush. As her Daddy Dom, it was both humbling and glorious knowing she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

“You may lick,” I said, sliding my free hand around to the nape of her neck, my thumb stroking along the skin as hertongue momentarily dropped away only to return to lave along my dick. When she’d licked every inch, her eyes lifted in a wordless plea.

“You may taste,” I granted as if allowing her some priceless delicacy. It was my turn to tremble slightly as the tip of her tongue flicked out to capture the droplets from the head of my cock.

When her tongue had traced over the entire surface, I pulled her forward until her lips parted and the head of my cock disappeared into her mouth. I didn’t move, remaining still as she held my cock in the warmth of her mouth. The memory of that first time she’d been on her knees flashed into my mind and I felt my cock jerk and heard her muffled gasp. Splaying my fingers to extend my grip, I pushed her forward another inch.

“Suck.”

My fingers remained splayed on the back of her head, her braids held firmly in my fist as her head bobbed up and down.

“What a good girl you are. Taking Santa Daddy’s cock.”

She swallowed awkwardly as I pushed deeper, nudging the opening in her throat. “That’s right, get a really good taste of your prize. Lick your candy cane.”

Every caress of her tongue circling around my shaft, each deep suck that had her cheeks hollowing pushed me toward the edge of the precipice. I was very close to erupting but forced myself to not give in, wanting to revel in every sensation as she worshipped my cock.

“Take me deeper, baby,” I instructed as I pushed her head a bit more forcefully, urging her to swallow another inch. “Breathe through your nose,” I reminded, using the hand holding her braids to tilt her head back just enough to be able to witness every expression on her beautiful face as she worked to bring me to orgasm. She obeyed every order without hesitation, oblivious to the strings of drool that dripped from the corners of hermouth, a mouth that was lewdly holding my cock where it loved to be. There wasn’t a poem ever written beautiful enough to describe how phenomenal she was in her submission.

It was far too soon when I felt my body tightening. A few more licks had my balls drawing up, and the next time she hummed around my shaft, I growled, “I’m coming, swallow every drop.”

My soul teetered between heaven and hell, my body between excruciating pain of denial and intense anticipation of pleasure for one exquisite moment and then jerked as semen rushed from my balls to fill her mouth. The muscles of her throat as she swallowed only hugged my buried shaft tighter, yet she didn’t falter. Just continued to draw ragged breaths through her nose and swallow again and again until the cream stopped flowing.

She continued to swipe my shaft with her tongue. It was another few moments before I was coherent enough to utter, “Release,” and she opened her mouth and let me slip free. Still, she wasn’t done. Her tongue came out again to gently swipe along my softening shaft to clean it. It was only when she was positive she’d removed every trace of my release that she pulled away and met my gaze again.

“Fuck, that was incredible.Youare incredible.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

The fact that she said that with a frown had my brow quirking. “Why does that sound about as sincere as a politician’s promises?”

“No, no. I’m very thankful, Daddy. I’m just a little disappointed.”

That certainly wasn’t something any man wanted to hear. “Why was that, babygirl? Was it too rough? If it ever is, all you need do is safeword, and if your mouth is full and you’re unable to voice it, all you have to do is tap any part of me you can reach three times. Remember?”

“Yes, Sir, but that’s not it, and I never once wanted to safeword. I just meant that while your cock was delicious, it didn’t taste like a peppermint candy cane.”

My relief that she’d not felt overwhelmed was so intense it took me a moment to realize she was joking. I reached down and slid my hands beneath her arms and lifted her off her knees. I didn’t stop there. I kept going until our faces were level. With her eyes on mine, I gave mine an exaggerated roll. Focusing on her again, I saw her surprise change to concern as I gave a deep sigh.

“Daddy?”

“Of course, it didn’t. That would have been impossible.”

Confusion still swirled in her eyes. “Well, Iknow,but?—”

Before she could misinterpret my intention, or think I was belittling her, I said, “I should have known better. I think there’s only certain people who could possibly taste like a candy cane.”

She gasped, her hands grabbing my shoulders as I raised my arms over my head and lifted her even higher. When my tongue flicked out to lick the jewel nestled in the valley of her navel, the squeal she gave was adorable.

“Daddy!”

I lowered my arms until I could look into her eyes again and saw pure joy. “I think it must be only those elves lucky enough to be born in October.”

Her pupils dilated as her lips curled into a smile. “You think? But how can we know for sure?”