She went back for seconds, tasting the bead of precum leaking from my slit. My hips gave an involuntary thrust when she gave a soft, little hum, like she enjoyed the flavor.
“You can take more of me, baby.”
Nellie moaned around me as I pushed deeper, her lips stretching to accommodate my girth.
“That's it, baby girl, take it all.”
She bobbed her head eagerly, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she sucked. The sight of her on her knees, still in that lacy Santa number, was almost too much to bear. I gripped the armrests of the chair, fighting the urge to thrust up into her warm, wet mouth.
As Nellie worked her magic, I lost myself in the sensations. Her tongue swirling around my length, the gentle scrape of her teeth, the way her throat constricted around me when she took me deep—it was exquisite torture. I could feel the pressure building, threatening to overwhelm me.
I groaned again, my self-control rapidly unraveling. She kept going, sucking and licking. When she cupped my balls, I knew I had reached my limit.
The gloves came off.
“Stop,” I growled, gently drawing her head back.
Nellie whimpered, her lips swollen and glistening. “What’s wrong, Daddy?”
“Nothing, baby. Your mouth is fucking incredible, but I'm not finished with you yet.”
With a swift motion, I pulled her up and tossed her over my shoulder, relishing her squeal of surprise and delight.
A sharp crack to her ass made her yelp.
“This is your punishment, remember?”
In one fluid motion, I dumped her onto the bed, coming down on top of her. She gasped as I roughly spread her legs, exposing her dripping center. The scrap of lace that passed for panties was soaked through.
“Look how wet you are for me,” I murmured, running a finger along her slit.
I teased her entrance, feeling her hips buck against my hand. Nellie whimpered, her eyes pleading.
“Please, Daddy. I need you inside me.”
“Patience, baby girl,” I growled, slowly circling her clit. “You've been naughty, remember? Naughty girls don't get what they want right away.”
She buried her face in the pillow when I dipped two fingers inside her, relishing how tight and wet she felt. We were going to wake the whole house up at this rate, and yet, I couldn’t be bothered to care.
Nellie moaned, arching her back as I pumped my fingers in and out at an agonizingly slow pace, swirling them up and back against her G-spot.
“More, please,” she begged, her hands fisting the sheets.
I smirked, enjoying her desperate pleas. “More what, baby girl? Use your words.”
“More . . . everything.” Her hips rocked against my hand. “Faster, harder.”
I obliged, increasing the pace of my fingers and adding a third. The wet sounds of her arousal filled the room.
“That's it,” I growled, feeling her inner walls start to clench. “Come for me.”
With a strangled moan, Nellie came undone. Her body shook as waves of pleasure washed over her. I worked her through it, only slowing my movements when she whimpered from oversensitivity.
As she lay there panting, I positioned myself between her legs.
I lined up my throbbing cock with her entrance, still slick and sensitive from her orgasm. Slowly, I pushed inside, savoring every inch as her tight heat enveloped me.
Nellie gasped, digging her nails under my coat and into my back as I filled her completely.
