CHAPTER 004: NAUGHTY FOR DADDY'S TWELVE INCH COCK

I can't stop staring at it. And it seems like it's staring right back at me, the veins holding my gaze and that plump reddish tip I want to suck.

As a slut writer and visual learner, I've seen quite a few cocks and I'm pretty good at the measurements. So this, I tell you, is no less than a big, fat twelve inch cock.

Damn.

It's so… magnificent. Extraordinary. Drool-worthy. My mouth waters as I trail my eyes up to his rigid stomach, every ab defined like a rocky path, the dark hairs dusting them, and his wide, muscular chest. The way his shoulders bunch, the way water droplets plop down his massive body. My eyes flutter as I meet his gaze, those alluring green eyes, that big Greek nose I definitely want to sit on, that moustache, and his reddish mouth—fuck, his mouth is just a seat waiting to be ridden and—

“Belle? Are you okay?”

His gruff voice pulls me out of my messy, dirty thoughts.

I shudder, a feverish weakness enveloping my cold body.

Am I okay? What woman—or man, would be okay after seeing the monster in his hand? And yes, he’s still stroking it, using the lather as lubricant, like he can’t stop, and his eyes are on me without even blinking. Like he’s seducing me, like he wants me to step into the bathroom and attack him, attack his cock.

And I really want to. I really, really want to attack him because I’m so horny right now.

My body has begun to react, there’s this hot humming beneath my cold skin, my pussy clenching around nothing and soaking up my Christmas shorts.

I notice when he takes a long sniff of the cold air, as if trying to catch the scent of my arousal, trying to drink it in. A small gasp escapes me as my heart thunders.

“Did you need something?” he growls, so beastly and yummy.

Fuck, I want him to pin me down and do whatever he wants to me.

If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up. Not now.

“I, uh—” I swallow, my throat burning hot and clenching like it wants something big pumping down. Cool it, slut. “I was looking for the bathroom,” I finally reply, in a shaky, breathy voice.

He frowns like he’s thinking of something, and can we all take a moment to appreciate this man for not covering up so a deprived and depraved slut like me can ogle all I want, get a good memory fill to use later?

“I'm sorry, I should have told you where yours is…” he says, and I can’t help but blink.

“Mine?” I shift my weight from foot to foot.

“Yes, doll. Yours.”

He smirks, showing off those sharp incisors that look similar to Henry Cavill’s.

I’m still hung up on the sweet nickname he just called me when he snatches a red towel with reindeer prints and wraps it around his slutty waist. I flip my eyes up to his face. He just smiles sweetly, as if to say, 'you’ve had enough ogling of my big cock, sweetheart.'

I blush and step aside because he’s so large. I follow behind him like a lost puppy as he leads me to a corner close to the room.

He opens a mahogany door, and I’m dumbfounded when a pretty bathroom comes into view. I look around in awe, it’s so different from the rest of the cabin, like a bathroom cut out from a mansion.

There’s more pink than anything, the curtains, the bathtub, the towels, even two sealed toothbrushes. There’s a fruity body wash placed next to a loofah.

With all of these, I can’t help but wonder again if a woman lived—or lives—with him.

“It’s lovely... so girly.” I turn to him, smiling nervously.

He’s smiling too, but in a confident way that makes my tummy twist.

“Yeah. It’s all for you.”

He gestures around like he spent months building it from scratch for me.

Something tightens in my dripping core.

“You made it for me?” I ask, my eyes wide as saucers.

“What do you think?” he grins, his chest swelling again like he’s excited, and I swear his cock pushes the towel up, creating a big tent my eyes are now glued to.

Sweet Santa, my pussy is swelling and aching so bad, and I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t find relief soon.

Jaxon steps closer, my eyes trying to take in all of him but he’s too big, and he looks even bigger with how close he’s standing before me. His heavy breaths brush my forehead.

“If you need a change of shorts, let Daddy know,” he rasps seductively, smirks, and turns to walk away.

I’m dead.

I’m dead because did he just… did he just call himself Daddy? And did he just insinuate I need a change of shorts?

I stare at his big, bent back, his muscles moving with every step he takes, and I have to grab my pussy through my shorts, biting back a moan. I’m quaking and hot and dizzy, and I really need to get rid of this tight knot stretching in my abdomen, causing some sort of ruckus deep in my pussy.

As soon as Jaxon’s out of sight, I hurriedly bolt the door and quickly sit on the toilet. I take off my shorts like they're on fire, and the moment my fingers brush my wet, engorged cunt, I shudder heavily, moaning out loud in relief as my eyes flutter shut.

It feels so good, touching myself after all that sexual tension. Not that it’s what I desperately need, it’s just what’s available; my fingers.

I think of Jaxon’s thick cock and how he was stroking it as I push two fingers into my wet heat, imitating the pace of his stroke, slow and steady.

I muffle a moan, my butt flaming hot on the toilet seat as I pleasure myself to the mental images of my captor—or should I say, savior. I think of the veins, the way they made his cock look like it was going to explode. I shift and shift, my pussy spasming, stretching, wanting more, because she knows Daddy Jaxon’s cock is bigger than two fingers—hell, it's bigger than all my fingers.

“Daddy…” I hush, thrusting to meet my own stroke, licking my lips, panting, feeling hot despite the cold.

Electric sensations shoot through me as I fuck myself faster with my fingers, my hips rolling, my lips parted as I breathe too fast, enjoying what I’m doing to myself—thinking lustfully about a man who can absolutely keep me in here forever, make me his cum slut, and no one’s going to save me.

Strangely… why does that make me wetter? Aching worse?

Fuck, I am such a dirty little slut.

I think more of what I saw in his bathroom, the thick precum. How much cum can he produce? Will he be able to cover me in ropes of it? Will it be thicker? Saltier?

Does he have a breeding kink? You know… pump his milk into my womb and push all of it in with his large fingers, making sure not one drop goes to waste because it can’t. It’s too precious.

“Daddy’s cum is too precious…” I whisper, my free hand going up to cup my big breast through my sweater. At the rate I’m jerking on the toilet as I fuck myself, it could break any moment now.

“Jaxon…” I cry softly, thinking of that big, shiny tip rubbing against my slick folds, sliding up and down to find my clenching hole, and when it finds it, he pushes in, and our sexes make a wet, slushy sound. My pussy stretching to take him, quivering to milk him dry.

“Ohhh…” I moan, biting my bottom lip as I imagine how big he is in everything.

His big chest. The dark hairs. The way his body moves and contracts. The way I want to hide my face in his arms, ride his big thighs until I...

“Oh fuck…” I bite my knuckle, my thumb rubbing my swollen, cold clit, my other fingers moving recklessly in my buzzing core.

I envision his sensual green eyes, the way he’s so dark and brooding, his bigness, his tribal tattoos, his forearms dusted with dark hair, the same dark hair that covers the base of his big cock. The same cock that’s pumping in and out of me, stretching me out, forcing me to take it all. And when he hits that sweet secret place that—oh shit!

“Yes! Yes! I’m coming, I’m coming…” I scream as I squirt everywhere, my body shaking hard, my hand slapping and rubbing my juice against my shuddering pussy as I ride out an almost crippling orgasm.

When I’m done, I slump against the tank, my fingers still rubbing lazily on my sore cunt. I smile, giggling like a deranged woman, thinking about what I just did, how good it felt touching myself to a man straight out of my fantasy.

I can only imagine how good it’ll feel having his massive meat beating inside my core, thrusting in and out, making me feel so full, ruining me for any other cock.

Oh fuck.

My pussy starts buzzing again at my dirty thoughts, begging for another round, but I know what she really wants is in the same cabin as us.

And in this very hazy moment, I make up my mind to get that Daddy dick before leaving this cabin.

If Santa fulfilled my wish and presented me with a beastly, jaw dropping, pussy clenching man, who I suspect, in my wildest thoughts, may be a werewolf, and who also has a fucking twelve inch cock… who am I not to take it? In every damn hole.