“You need Daddy’s cock, don’t you, Miles?”
“Please,” he breathes, and I force myself to pull back to look at him, only to find his eyes shut, his cheeks rosy again. “Please,” he repeats.
“It isverynice of you to ask so politely.”
His eyes flutter open and he bites his lip while his hand skirts down the length of my body to fondle my erection. “Santa…Daddy…Please.”
It’s almost like that first orgasm earlier knocked the brat right out of him. Or maybe it was the spanking. Either way,thisMiles is yielding and sweet, and I have the sudden urge to give him everything his heart desires.
He’s like the human embodiment of that Puss in Boots gif with the big round eyes you just can’t say no to.
He’s dangerous in all the best ways.
“You’re not getting your mouth on it, precious,” I remind him, smirking when he makes an exaggerated sound ofdisappointment. “I warned you what would happen if you came in your jammies earlier.”
Instead of arguing with me or sassing with me, he nods. “I know. But it’s such a gorgeous cock, Santa.”
“One might even say it’s jolly right now. If we put a Santa hat on it, we could call it Jolly Old Saint Dick.”
The expression on Miles’s face is hilarious, but he quickly schools it back into something a bit more reminiscent of his earlier bratting. Eyes gleaming, and neatly sidestepping my admittedly clumsy pun, he says, “I have to be careful with it, though.”
I’m going to regret this; I just know it.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because Santa only comes once a year,” he answers, lips curling all the way up with his ridiculous joke. “And if that’s really the case, I want to make it an epic orgasm.”
It’s all I can do not to groan. I guess I deserved that for reaching with the ‘jolly’ thing.
Cupping his jaw, I rub my thumb over his cheekbone and, bringing our lips to a point of nearly touching, I wait until he begins to part his before I murmur, “Get on the bed, Miles.”
“Argh.” His quiet sound of frustration is music to my ears. I swat his perfectly rounded ass in warning, gentle with my touch, knowing that he’s still probably a bit sensitive after the spanking.
“And take those off,” I add, gesturing at his underwear. “You’re not going to need them for this.”
Chapter Seven
I’m naked in front of the cameras. In front of the film crew. In front of Dmitri.
I’m naked, and I’m on all fours.
I’m naked, and I’m on all fours, and I’mlovingit.
I’m loving being on display. I’m loving my lack of control over what happens next. I’m loving the fact that Dmitri is about to fuck me.
At least, I hope he’s about to fuck me.
My punishment for earlier was that I’m not allowed to suck him off, which does feel like a tragedy all on its own. But I’m still going to enjoy his dick in other ways. I mean, it would be a disappointing porn video if I didn’t, wouldn’t it?
“Look at you,” Dmitri purrs from behind me. “All ready for my North Pole, aren’t you?”
Oh my god, the puns are going to kill me if the wait for his dick doesn’t.
But I’m being a good sub right now, so I bob my head. “Please, Daddy.”
“Patience, precious.”
I open my mouth to protest —or beg again— but all that comes out is a gasp as his warm, wet tongue laps over my hole. He does it again and again, using his big, tattooed hands to part my cheeks and really go to town, tickling my skin with his beard.
