Page 130 of Santa Daddies

“Please, please. I need you, I need… your… I need your candy-cane stick!”

“Oh, is that what you want? Are you sure? Are you sure it’s not some more of this you want?” I licked her again, letting the tip of my tongue dance around her clit, enjoying every single emotion that passed across her face at the exquisite torture. The truth was, I needed her too. And soon.

“Daddy!” she cried. “No! Please! I need you inside me!”

“Well,” I said, my smile spreading from ear to ear, “lucky for you, whatever my babygirl wants, my babygirl gets.” I quickly moved up her body until we were face to face again, took her lips in a breathless kiss, and pushed my cock into her wet and ready pussy.

The truth was, it was lucky for both of us, because I was seconds away from exploding.

She was so tight and warm, her pussy felt like home for my cock, like it was wrapping me up in a soft cozy blanket after a long, hard day.

God. I needed this.

Once inside her, my cock, hell, my entire body, hummed with the pressure of my impending release, and I blacked out for a moment, able to think of nothing else as I thrust wildly home, bucking my hips with abandon as I drove into her, thrusting as deep and as hard as I could.

She met each wild thrust, her eyes shining with love, never leaving mine.

Her body tightened, just like mine had, going rigid as her skin pinkened, seeming to heat from the inside out with the fire of arousal flooding through her veins. Her eyes bulged in their sockets, growing wide as she reached for my hands, weaving our fingers together, as we rode the wave of ecstasy, reaching the peak of euphoria together as we both came hard. When our bodies stopped shuddering from the aftershocks of our releases, I collapsed on top of her, the cadence of my heaving chest matching hers as the sweat on our skin mingled to a dewy glow of togetherness. After I caught my breath, I rolled off to the side, reaching an arm beneath her shoulders and pulling her close, cradling her head on my chest as she ran her fingers through my chest hair.

We lay there in blissful satiated silence for several minutes, our breathing calming, our heart rates returning to a normal pace. Finally, she twisted her head to look up at me, her smile wistful. “Happy anniversary, Daddy. Thank you for remembering, even with everything else you have going on.” She gulped hard, her eyes shining, the twinge of sadness in them piercing my heart like a knife.

The truth was, I had forgotten, if only for a short while. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and kiss her deeply and promise her it would never happen again, but the truth was, it probably would. It was a hazard of our anniversary being so close to Christmas.

So instead of making promises I wouldn’t be able to keep, I did the only thing I could. I apologized. And I meant it.

Crystal

The pain in Yule's eyes at my whispered thank you was evident, and for a moment I felt guilty for saying anything at all. I opened my mouth to take it all back, and tell him it was okay, and I understood, and I hadn’t meant anything other than thank you, but he pressed a finger to my open mouth, and shushed me softly, leaning up until his top half was angled over mine as he propped on one elbow to look me in the eyes.

“I know I have been working late a lot and I’m sorry. I’m especially sorry that I was late today, of all days. It’s always one thing or another and always when I’m just about to walk out the door, but that’s really no excuse. Tonight was important.”

“So what kept you so late tonight?” I asked out of curiosity.

I didn’t ask him a ton about his daily schedule because I figured he didn’t want to have to talk about work after his ridiculously long days. Being Santa was a pretty cool gig, but it was still hard work and I wanted him to be able to leave everything at the office when he came home.

Yule sighed heavily. “It’s the naughty list. It is the bane of my existence right now. I spend most of my day dealing with list-related issues. It’s being monitored more closely than ever since we are so close to the big day. My first order of business next year is to revamp that whole system. There has got to be a better way to handle things.” There had been a few outdated systems that he’d mentioned updating, but the North Pole was nothing if not traditional, and I didn’t really see the elves taking kindly to the new Santa turning everything on its head the first chance he got. But what did I know?

“I thought you had an elf for that?” I was half teasing, half serious. He had an elf for everything. With that setup, you would think his job would be easier, but apparently that was not the case. I felt bad for him, and a little helpless. My Mrs. Claus duties kept more reasonable hours, and were mostly fun and frivolous.I couldn’t really take any of the burden off him, but I could do this. I could ask questions and I could listen. So that’s what I did.

“I do, and he is wonderful but there are some issues only Santa can resolve.”

“Like what?” My curiosity was piqued and all of a sudden I had a flood of questions that I wanted answered.

“Like sometimes a name shows up on the naughty and the nice lists at the same time. It’s called a discrepancy, and I have to decide where the name should ultimately be placed. Only Santa can see what needs to be seen in order to make the call and only Santa can clear the discrepancy.”

“Interesting.” My wheels started turning as I thought about said list and how much time my Santa Daddy was spending with it. If only I could find a way to channel some of that attention where I desperately needed it most. It was a selfish thought, but again, I was not the saint in the relationship.

“I hope you can find a way to make things easier on yourself.”

“I will. I have a lot of plans and we will hit the ground running in February, whether everyone likes it or not. But enough about work. There are only fourteen days left until Christmas and then, in January, I’m all yours for an entire month.”

I smiled at the thought of having him all to myself, and danced my fingers up his chest. “Oh yeah? A whole month, huh? What are we gonna do?”

“I’m sure we’ll figure it out,” Yule answered with an easy grin. “But I don’t want to talk about that right now. I’d rather talk about how we are going to spend the time we have tonight. After all, it’s a very special anniversary.”

I smiled. The joy in his voice almost made up for how upset I’d been earlier.

“Oh? How do you propose we spend tonight?”