Page 175 of Santa Daddies

His tip presses against my entrance and my lower lips stretch apart to take him. My breath hitches. That question about how I can take something that big is getting answered. Slowly. The stretch burns but everything else is so… I don’t even know how to explain it.

“You okay?”

“Yes,” I say just as Loren pushes his tip fully inside of me, stretching me around the thick head before giving me a moment of relief.

He’s inside of me. My entire being feels full. I wiggle, needing to explore what’s happening. His free hand grips my hips, his breaths audible. “Hold still, Belle. You’re tighter than I expected. The torture never ends.”

After what seems like forever, Loren pistons back and forth the tiniest amount, fitting himself a little further inside of me with each in-stroke. He’s not the only one being tortured. Even while my body feels like I’m going to split in half, my hips shamelessly rock back to take him further.

Each movement winds me tighter. I worry I might come before he’s all the way in.

“Can you feel that, Belle? My cock twitching, begging for more in your tight pussy?”

“It’s so big and thick. So much.”

“You know what happens every time my cock swells like that, don’t you?”

His shaft stretches me to new limits. The seer of the pain mixed with the sheerness of the pleasure steals my breath. I shake my head.

“Every twitch, every swell… more pre-cum spills inside of you.” He rubs his hand over my butt and down my hip.

I’m so hungry for him, I can’t think anymore, just surrender and let primal needs drive my actions. My sex tightens on him.

He spanks me. “Naughty girl, answer my question. You understand what that means, don’t you?”

I nod.

“Say it. Tell me you want it. Or tell me to stop. I have to hear your words… a safeword if that’s easier.” His voice is a little louder, a little clearer.

“You’re going to come inside of me.”

“I’m giving you the full load, but what else does it mean?”

What? I don’t have enough active brain cells for a quiz.

Loren turns a little making room to spank me again. It occurs to me that my sex tightens every time he spanks me. Is it as good for him as it is for me?

“I’m riding you bare, no protection.”

“I’m on the pill.”

“It’s not foolproof. Are you willing to take the risk, Belle? Is it what you’ve hoped for all along?”

“Yes, I want you to fill me with cum.” My sex tightens and I almost tip past the point of no return. The ridiculous thought ofhow much of a jerk my stepbrother can be helps me pull back in the nick of time.

Loren’s hand lands on my lower back, pressing down hard. “Fuck, Belle. You gotta give me warning.”

“I’m really close.”

His tone gets ragged. “You liked watching me give my cock a workout in the shower that day, didn’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I can tell by how tight you’re getting. Don’t hold back, Belle. Come on my cock.”

I cry out as I fall apart. Loren’s groans are purely primal while he unloads inside of me, our mixed release running down my legs, pooling around my knees.

Years of pent-up frustration finally get their release. I lose track of myself, completely surrendering to the man I’ve wanted for so long.