Page 121 of Santa Daddies

Daddy’s low growl had a delicious heat filling me.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said, giggling even as I pressed my lips to his cock and kissed it before opening my lips to take Dicky inside. Turned out Dicky tasted just like my Daddy and though I’d fully intended on hogging this gift all to myself, it seemed there was a reason Santa was the boss. Before I could fully complete my apology, I was pulled up and off a quite impressive erection and tossed onto my back. Before I’d even settled into the mattress, he yanked my legs as wide open as he could.

I shrieked and he shrugged. “I was never one with much patience with all that tape and ribbons and bows and stuff.”

“But I’m already naked!”

He managed a pretty decent pantomime of being shocked and then grinned that sexy grin that had his brow quirking, his lip curling and my entire body trembling. “Time for some quid pro quo!” he snarked and then managed to stifle my giggles by burying his face between my legs.

Turns out he had indeed missed a few spots but was more than making up for it as he nibbled, licked, sucked and, yes, kissed me until I was begging for him to fill me up. When he did, I held on and enjoyed the most incredible sleigh ride known to man—and woman—kind.

“Daddy!” I screamed as I soared out of the sleigh to float over the snowy landscape, knowing without a doubt that he’d catch me when I fell.

The next time I woke it wasn’t to jingle bells or to find myself in any sleigh. Instead, I woke cradled in Santa’s arms. It wasn’t sunbeams that illuminated the room, but the flickering flames of a fire behind glass that reflected hundreds of twinkling lights blinking on a towering tree. Instead of sleigh bells, the soft sound of lyrics of Christmas carols being sung, filled the air. It was like being inside the perfect Christmas card.

I turned my head up to see my Daddy smiling down at me. He no longer had a beard or a crooked mustache. There was no longer a red Santa hat on his head, but he still wore a smile that always warmed my heart.

About to wish him Merry Christmas again, I realized that while he no longer wore a red suit, he wasn’t naked. Looking down, I saw that I wasn’t either. How he’d managed to get me into a pair of soft flannel pjs as well as slip my pointed-toe elf slippers on my feet without my knowledge could have a been a bit frightening. But I wasn’t the least bit scared. He didn’t have to be Santa to have magical powers—those came from just being an incredible Daddy Dom.

A thought occurred to me that did have me a bit concerned. “Did I miss Christmas?”

He laughed and shook his head. “No, babygirl, you’re just starting it a bit later than I’d expected.”

Relief flooded me though I wouldn’t have been very upset if I had. After all, I’d not been lying when I’d said he was the best gift ever.

“Ready to open your stocking?” he asked.

My head whipped around to see that the stocking I’d hung the night before was no longer limp but was lumpy and practically bursting out the top.

“Stockings!” I shrieked and jumped/fell off his lap and raced across the room. Before I could grab a stocking, I gasped and held up the plate we’d left out. Instead of the decorated sugar cookie and slice of carrot cake there were only crumbs on the plate we’d left on the mantle. “Santa ate the cookie!”

Daddy laughed. “I see. Do you think he actually gave the cake to his reindeer or ate it himself?”

“Of course he shared it,” I said, shaking my head and returning the plate to the mantel.

“I suppose you’re right. Santa is known for sharing after all.”

“Though he probably did drink the milk himself,” I said, then added, “I think reindeer are lactose intolerant.”

“Yes, they probably prefer apple cider anyway.”

I smiled and grabbed not only my stocking but the one I’d hung for him as well. I’d snuck out of the bedroom and filled it after I was sure he was asleep, and now it was almost as stuffed as mine.

I laid his on his lap and then joined him on the couch, sitting crisscross applesauce across from him. The first thing I pulled out was a candy cane as long as my entire stocking.

“Wow, I bet that even takesyoua long time to finish,” Daddy said with a grin.

“Like a lifetime,” I agreed, hugging the candy to my chest. “I’m not gonna eat it, I’m just going to hang it on the doorknob and every time I look at it, I’m gonna be reminded of how much my Daddy loves peppermint.”

His grin grew and he leaned forward to kiss me. “You don’t need to do that. All you have to do is look at the sexiest little belly button ever and know that the only peppermint candy your Daddy needs to see is already part of his babygirl.”

“Ahh, Daddy, you say the sweetest things,” I crooned. “Still, I’m not going to open this unless we have some sort of horrid apocalypse and run out of candy.”

His laugh rolled over me as I continued to dig into and drag goodies out of my stocking. New socks of all colors, beaded bracelets that I loved to wear, a new paperback that I’d been wanting, and despite the nod to health that the apple and oranges and bag of nuts that joined the pile, there was still more candy to treasure.

“Don’t you want to eat at least one piece?” Daddy asked as I set aside the third lollipop.

“No, I think maybe I ate a bit too much candy at the party. I know it was a week ago, but I ate like a lot.”