“Let’s take a picture.”
He lifted his head. “Now?”
“Yes.” I turned my head and found his lips, coaxing them open with a slow, wet kiss. “I don’t ever want to forget this moment or how incredible I feel.”
He nodded and kissed me again.
I barely moved when he went to fetch his camera—and remove the condom. Instead, I lay back on his floor, stretching my well-used muscles while counting the lights on the Christmas tree.
A soft purr from my right had me twisting my head.
“You must be Ralphie.”The mysterious third cat.His tail flopped over the edge of the couch. “I apologize for defiling your dad like that.”
“Are you talking to yourself?”
Austin lowered himself back beside me, this time with his camera in hand.
“Your cat,” I said, pointing toward the black blob on the couch. “He’s a little bit of a pervert.”
“Like father, like son.”
I laughed. When he sat up, intent on capturing my smile, I held up a hand. “No, both of us.”
“What?”
The uncertainty in his voice cracked something in my chest. From what he had told me about his family, it sounded like Austin wasn’t used to being the center of attention. But everybody deserved to feel special, especially soft, squishy daddy doms who dressed up as Santa Claus.
I stole the camera from his hands before he had a chance to argue. “Smile, Austin.”
It wasn’t until much later, in between bouts of lovemaking and grilled cheese sandwiches, that I snuck a peek at the photo, only to find that Austin had indeed smiled.I guess he takes orders as well as he gives them. But it wasn’t the sappy grin on his face that took me by surprise, so much as the direction of his gaze.
He wasn’t looking at the camera; he was looking at me.
Austin
I woke up to a smile on my face and slender fingers wrapped around my cock.
Best. Christmas. Ever.
A weight had been lifted off my chest last night, which left plenty of room for the woman draped across my body.
Right where she belonged.
“Morning,” I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.
Nellie tilted her head back to meet my gaze. Frizzy, blonde waves framed her face, the aftermath of going to sleep without drying her hair. “Good morning.” The contrast of her sweet, innocent tone and wicked grin made my cock jerk.
Just as I had suspected, Nellie was a sexual dynamo. Her hunger matched my own.
“Looks like you’ve got your hands full.” I nodded my head toward the erection tenting the sheet.
“It’s fun to play with.” Her fingers rolled over the head, slicking the precum leaking from my tip down my shaft. “Seriously, how do you not play with it all day, every day?”
She didn’t give me a chance to answer.
“Andthisis my favorite part—the head. It’s pink and cute.”
Pink and cute? She made my cock sound like Hello Kitty.
