Page 11 of Santa Daddies

“It’s a company apartment. I don’t live here full time,” I said, looking around at the well-decorated condo. It was completely sans personal touch. Most of the places I stayed were like that. The only place I had any personal belongings was in my chalet in Lake Lucille.

“Where do you live?” she asked, her big blue eyes warm on mine.

“Alberta,” I said and took the glass from her hand. Setting it on the table, and tugging up the sleeves of my white Henley, I propped my arm above her on the wall and leaned close. I still wore my Santa pants, but I’d added the henley when we arrived and then ditched the Santa jacket, hat, and boots.

Her eyes on mine made my insides tighten. I wanted her. So fucking much. From her coppery-red head to her cute little toes.

“Not the North Pole?” She crooked her brow a little boldly, but the way her cheek flushed pink I knew she was shy about flirting.

“You’re adorable,” I said, moving forward until she had her back pressed to the wall. I leaned so close I could feel the heat from her lips on mine. “But keep up with the sauciness, Little Red, and Daddy Kringle’s gonna have to spank that pretty pert ass again.”

Her eyes shuttered, her throat worked and that deliciously full bottom lip was caught between her teeth. When she released it, she ran her tongue along it and I had to hold back a groan.

“I’m not sure you really got through to me the first time, Santa Daddy.”

My cock hardened instantly. Not that I wasn’t already sporting a semi since the moment I’d laid eyes on her. “Well, we better fix that.” I reached down with my free hand and tipped her chin up higher. “Don’t want you to miss out on Santa’s present for you.”

She released a breath, and her eyes slid down to where my hand cupped my package. “Oh no, I definitely don’t want to miss out on my Christmas present this year,” she said, fluttering her lashes in the cutest overdone role play I’d ever seen. But there was no ironic overplay in the way her eyes sparkled. “Please Santa Daddy, tell me how I can get back onto your nice list.”

“Kiss me, Little Red. That’ll be a good start.” I didn’t move or make it easier for her though. I was six-foot-three, and she was at least a foot shorter, so even with me hunched over leaning against the wall, she had to rise onto her tiptoes and loop her arms around my neck to reach my mouth.

But, damn, Little Red could kiss, and within seconds, I’d lowered, wrapped my arms around her thighs, and picked her up. She didn’t waste time, wiggling into a better position and wrapping those shapely, tight-covered legs around my middle.

Swept up in the sweet taste of her mouth, the feel of her breasts pressed against my chest, and the round fullness of her ass in my hands, I moaned against her mouth. She made a mewling sound and used her teeth to nip my lip.

“Naughty girl, did you just bite Santa Daddy?”

Her eyes innocently wide, she nodded. “You tasted too much like candy canes not to.”

I had to fight the urge to laugh and break our charade because she was so fucking fun. “I think I’m going to have to up your punishment to get you back on the nice list with that bite.”

“Oh, anything, Santa Daddy. I’ll do anything.” She attempted to hold back but failed and her grin lit up like the Christmas lights laced around my balcony.

My insides lit up too, as if all my Christmas wishes were about to come true with this adorable minx, and I’d never felt like that before because I’d never met anyone like her.

“Mm, so cooperative. Santa Daddy likes that,” I said, setting her on her feet in front of the leather sofa, I tugged at the knee of my pants, and sat on the middle cushion of the couch.

“Your dress, Little Red, remove it.” My gruff demand made her shiver and her face flush pink again, but she didn’t hesitate. She crossed her arms, grabbed the hem and tugged it over her head. My eyes followed as she flung the garment to the side, but only because I wanted her to have a moment before I eye fucked every inch of her.

“Tights too,” I growled, and eye-fucked her from head to toes after she obeyed. She wasn’t wearing matching designer lingerie like Clara always wore, but it didn’t take away from her beauty because everything about Little Red was real. From the curve of her hip to the dip in her creamy thigh. The lace bra and panties she wore may not be the exact same shade of red, but they still looked hotter than the sun. And keeping just enough of her covered it would be like opening my own Christmas package when I slid them off.

“Spin and show Daddy that luscious round ass.”

She blushed again and it sent more blood pounding straight to my cock. I loved that she was shy.

“Hurry up, naughty one,” I prompted and licked my bottom lip as she nibbled hers. When she spun, I dragged a breath through my teeth at the sight of her sexy ass, her pale cheeks bulging a little out of the elastic and lace of her panties.

“You’re the stuff of fantasies, Little Red,” I said when she made it back around to face me. She pressed her lips to hide her smile and shyly twisted her fingers. It told me she wasn’t used to getting compliments and that was a goddamn shame. “Now come over here and lie over Santa’s knee. Daddy’s going to spank that ass properly now that we don’t have an audience.”

Her breathy gasp lit me up as I tugged her over my lap and my cock was so hard I was worried it might poke a damn hole in her.

“Are you comfortable, naughty girl?”

“Mmhm. Santa Daddy, is that a big lump of coal in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

I pinched her bottom. “Naughty or nice, you’re going to find out, Little Red.” Smoothing my palm from her shoulder down the silky skin of her back until it stilled on her gorgeous bubble butt, I gave it a pat. And then I ran a finger over the edges of the elastic around her upper thigh, teasing the skin where her thighs met.

“These can stay up for a few minutes, but soon, very soon, they’re going to come down and Santa’s going to make your bottom match Rudolph’s nose.”