Dirty Little Christmas Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
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"You were teasing Daddy because this is exactly what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Yes!" she shouts, finally cracking. "Yes!"

"Then take it," I growl, plunging my hand into her hair as I line up at her entrance and thrust into her.

She shouts, her head falling back in bliss.

I press my face into her throat, trying like hell not to lose it. Every time I'm in her, it feels like the first time all over again. There is no better feeling in the world than this right here—my baby girl wrapped around me, taking me deep as she moans for Daddy to go harder.

I give her exactly what she wants, pounding into her again and again and again.

"Lie to Daddy again, and I'll take my dick out in front of the whole office and let them watch you finish what you started," I snarl against her throat before nipping her skin. We both know I won't do it "Good girls tell the truth."

" And the b-best girls play b-bad games, Daddy."

"Fuck. Yeah, they do." I yank her hips up higher, fucking her like a madman as her naughty little comment sets my soul ablaze.

Her moans grow louder as she rocks back against me, taking everything I give her like the goddess she is. Within moments, her pussy is fluttering around my cock as she hovers on the edge, trying not to go over until I give her permission. I should punish her little ass and keep her right there until she can't stand it anymore, but I take mercy on her this time.

"Come for Daddy," I order, reaching around to grind my thumb against her clit. "Right now."

She wails my name, exploding around me. I bury my face in her throat to stifle my roar as I follow her over the edge, pumping cum into her in heavy spurts. Christ, I hope I knock her little ass up again. She just gave birth to our daughter two months ago, but we both want another one. And there's nothing sexier than Georgia was when she was pregnant. Nothing.

"Mm, Daddy," she sighs, drooping over the arm of the couch. She's breathing hard, her skin sticky with sweat. She's wrecked, cum dripping down her legs. And still, she's the prettiest little thing I've ever seen.

I drag her back into my arms, hauling her up against my chest. "Fuck, Georgia," I breathe, pressing kisses all over her skin. "Fuck, baby girl. Did you get what you wanted?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good." I nip her ear again. "Don't go to sleep. Daddy isn't finished playing with you yet. Not until you're pregnant again."

"Yes, Daddy," she whispers.

I smile, my heart expanding five sizes…just like it always does when this woman is in my arms at Christmas.

Tempted by December

An Age-Gap Holiday Romance

Nichole Rose

Chapter One

December

"You did what?" I stare at my stepsister, Jillian, in bewilderment, convinced this is it. This is the time she's gone too far and dragged me with her. I'm going to spend Christmas with a cellmate who makes beer from fermented apples in a bathroom stall and shivs people in the cafeteria for an extra bologna sandwich.

"I sent your photo and designs in with my application," Jill says with a shrug, tossing her long blonde hair off her shoulders. "It's your dream internship, not mine."

"I thought that's what you said." I collapse onto the edge of my twin bed, my legs too weak to hold me up. My fingers land against my overheated cheeks as I gape at her, not even sure where to begin with this one.

Jillian has been getting me into trouble since the day we met. We've been inseparable since my mom went to work for her dad when I was seven. Our parents fell in love, and the rest is history. Mostly.

It's complicated.

My mom died three years after they got married, leaving me behind. Jillian's dad became my guardian. Jillian and I get along great, but her dad and me? Not so much. He loves me, but I think he wishes I were more like Jillian and less like me. We're both curvy, though I think I'm more mousey than beautiful like Jillian. But that's not the problem. He's the freaking mayor. She's everything a politician's daughter should be. I'm not even remotely close.

She's vivacious and graceful and can make a friend out of anyone. I'm clumsy and awkward and never know what I'm going to say or do next. Maybe that wouldn't be a problem if her dad, Cory, wasn't a career politician, but he is…and I've inadvertently made it harder for him since I was a little girl.

I'm a freaking disaster. My mouth and awkwardness have thrown a wrench in the works more than once. Like the time I accidentally told a reporter that I thought he was doing a terrible job at addressing a lot of the issues facing the city. It wasn't what I meant to say! Or the time I spilled an entire plate of spaghetti Bolognese on the governor. Or the time I basically knocked Senator Howard down the steps, and someone caught a picture of his toupee flying off.


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