Page 122 of Santa Daddies

“A whole lot,” he agreed.

“Open yours,” I encouraged.

It was even more fun to watch him pull socks and nuts, an apple, and an orange out of his stocking. Instead of bracelets, Mrs. Claus had left him a new pair of cufflinks for when he got all dressed up.

“Keep going,” I said. “Dig deep, Daddy.”

“Okay, I’m going in.” He stuck his entire arm into the stocking and made it writhe about by using his fingers to create some sort of crazy creature. “Wait, I think I found the treasure!” He pulled out his arm and I tried hard to keep a straight face as he attempted to figure out what exactly he was looking at. Finally, he looked from where he’d slipped his fingers into it up at me. “Any clue as to what this is?”

“Why are you asking me? You should ask Mrs. Claus.”

He shook his head. “I’m pretty sure Mrs. Claus is currently snoring next to Santa after an exhausting trip around the world.”

“Oh, you’re probably right,” I said and then reached over and plucked the item off his fingers. I took a moment as if trulystudying the object to determine its purpose. Jerking my head up, I gasped dramatically. “I don’t think this is for you, Daddy!”

“It’s not? Then why is it in my stocking? Do you think Mrs. Claus is getting senile?”

My eyebrows shot upward in indignation. “Of course not! I think she is so loving and giving that she wanted to give an extra special gift to someone we both love very much.”

His smile was soft as he reached over to stroke my cheek. “Then I’ll have to thank her because she’s right. I love you very, very much.”

I shook my head which had him looking a bit offended. “I’m not brushing you off, Daddy, and I think you’re awfully wonderful yourself, but this isn’t for me.”

“Then who is it for? Though I suppose it’s equally important to figure outwhatit is.”

I was having a very hard time not to collapse into a ball of giggles, but I bit the inside of my cheek in order to keep it together for another minute. “It’s a snuggie blankie.”

“A what?”

“You know, one of those blankets you wear like a robe while lounging on the couch watching TV?”

He looked truly confused. “I hate to break it to you, but there is no way that’s a blanket. I mean, it’s not large enough to wrap around my foot much less the rest of me.”

“You’re wrong, Daddy. It does fit.”

I loved the fact that he didn’t instantly tell me I was full of it. Instead, he placed the back of his hand against my forehead as if checking for fever.

I rolled my eyes and took his hand and pulled it away. “Mrs. Claus isn’t senile and I’m not sick. Just sit back and I’ll show you.”

Wow, if you ever wanted to know how fast concern can morph into suspicion, I could provide the answer. It was so fastif you blinked, you’d miss it. Biting my cheek again, I shook my head and pulled a repeat of what I’d done earlier that morning. Planted my palm on his chest and pushed. “What’s the matter, Daddy? Don’t you trust me?”

Poor guy, answering yes would give me so much leeway in the future to push more than his chest, but answering no would make me sad and it was Christmas!

“Okay,” he said, choosing the easy way out, granting me trust for the moment anyway. But that was enough. Well, maybe I needed just a tad bit more.

“Close your eyes.”

“Marcie…”

“Daddy?” I instantly cut in. “Do you trust me or not?”

This time all I got was a faint growl but when it was accompanied by his eyes closing, I was content. I reached for him then shot my eyes to his face. “And no peeking!”

“Quid pro quo,” he muttered which had me giggle and shake my head though he couldn’t see that part. No way could he replicate what I was about to do.

In order to hide evidence of my next move, I began to sing along to the carol playing and even though he couldn’t hear what I was doing, I knew he felt it because not only did his body tense, but his cock jerked. By the time I had his cock in my hand, it was no longer soft. Perfect! A girl had to love it when everything was going according to plan. I was pretty sure I knew what he expected, but that’s not what he got. After another moment, I sat back. “Okay, Daddy, open your eyes.”

He did and his gaze instantly dropped to his lap.