“Oh, what a good girl. Yes, come on, babygirl. Come for me, show me how much you like being stuffed full of cock.”
It only took a few more pulls of her down to him and an angling of his hips to send her into the stratosphere again and this time he let himself follow, emptying his balls into her in spurts of hot come.
Gunnar held her to him for a few brutal thrusts to finish off and then buried his head against her shoulder while Twyla ran her fingers through his hair. God, he loved her.
After their breathing had returned to normal but before he lifted her off his dick, he hugged her and then leaned back far enough to see her face.
“Well, I hope you’ve learned your lesson, little girl. You’re not going to be spying on me or breaking into my shed to masturbate again, are you?”
The sassy little girl’s mouth tugged to the side. “Mmm, I learned that if I do that then I get spanked…”
He smacked her butt to emphasize the point.
“But then I get to come. Twice. With a really sexy man fucking me which is way better than getting myself off in a smelly shed. So I think what I learned is that Ishoulddo it again.”
Gunnar let himself snort this time. “I love you, babygirl, but you’re a troublemaker.”
“You like me this way,” she replied primly.
“Correction, I love you this way. Love you forever.”
“I love you too, Daddy.”
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I hope you loved watching Twyla and Mr. Fox have some sexy role play fun! In case you missed their story, you can read their whole journey to an HEA inTwyla’s Teacher Daddy.
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Santa Babies
A Sable’s Santa Daddy Short Story
Please note that this is bonus content, and can best be enjoyed after readingSable’s Santa Daddy!
Chapter One
One Year After Sable’s Santa Daddy Takes Place
Jethro stomped the snow off his boots and shook out his ice-crusted hat as he came into the house. Marigold greeted him at the door but Rhodie wasn’t with her. He smiled to himself, because he knew exactly where that dog was.
After a long shift selling off the last of the nursery’s Christmas trees and wreaths, it was time to start their holiday vacation. Jethro stripped off the rest of his wet outerwear and his flannel shirt too because the collar had gotten soaked, even with the scarf Sable had knit him. It was the most uneven, crooked scarf ever, and he loved it. Wore it every day.
She’d taken up knitting a couple of months ago and had improved a lot since then, but he would keep that first finished project of hers until he died or until it came apart. The second was likely to happen far sooner, but maybe she’d make him another scarf out of the same yarn?
He made his way into the living room in his stocking feet and found Sable and Rhodie in a blanket nest on the couch. These days, one of the dogs stayed with her at all times. He couldn’t even get them both to go outside if Sable wasn’t with them.
It was damned inconvenient, but it was also too sweet to try real hard to break them of the habit. He knew how they felt because he felt the same way. He wanted to be with her all the time too.
Sable smiled at him but didn’t wave or get up. She had a needle in one hand and a bunch of popcorn in the other. She was stringing garlands just like they had last year, but she couldn’t hold the bowl in her lap as she had last December—she didn’t have a lap anymore.
Marigold trotted up the little set of dog stairs and stationed herself on Sable’s other side, not knocking over the bowls of popcorn and cranberries. It was like his whole world was sitting on that couch.
He squatted in front of Sable and leaned in to put his hands on her belly. “How are my girls?”
Sable sighed and pointed to the right side of her stomach. “This one has some sort of vendetta against my liver, and this one,” she continued, pointing to the left, “is doing a headstand directly on my bladder. Speaking of, can you help me up, please? I need to use the bathroom. Again.”