ITS FLUFFLEPUFF❤❤❤
"Why don't we go to the bedroom where you'll find out?" Pete hints and with a purr from my mouth, he carries me to his room, where he shuts the door and throws me on the bed lined with red, silky sheets. There are candles lit up and the air smells like buttered sugar cookies and what catches my eyes is a station of sweets like chocolate pudding and whipped cream and mint-chip cookies and the effort Pete made for all this only made him more irresistible.
"Thank you, Petey," I say softly as he leans his forehead on mine, removing his boxers for the second time tonight.
"It was my pleasure, Pattycakes," Pete laughs a bit at my name and it makes my face flush as he smiles at that.
"Daddy, I'm sorry."
"It's alright, baby. Daddy forgives you... as long as you let him do one more thing, yeah?" I nod my head and then he gives me a kiss before he gets up and walks to the sweets.
He returns with the pudding, a few cookies in his hands, and a smile.
"Daddy, eat me out," I moan in a whiny voice and he smirks.
"Wait, Kitten, I gotta do one thing," he says.
"Yes, Daddy-- Ah!" Pete is pulling my dress down, fingers running down my sweated skin, like raindrops in a hot summer.
Pete pushes me until my head hits the pillows and I growl at the removal of my panties.
"Pete!" I moan with aggravation.
He doesn't remove my stockings or my boots, leaving them on as he straddles me. His mouth attacks my neck and it makes my head fill with bliss as the enjoyment is expressed through my voice.
"Oh, Petey... Please. Fuck me hard, Daddy; don't be nice."
"Oh but you're such a sweet, innocent boy. I wouldn't want to hurt you," Pete teases.
I groan at a light touch from his hair against my chin, now sensitive to any attention.
"I guess I can make one exception, but only because you're such a pretty little slut," Pete lowers his hips on mine and grinds slowly, steadily before his eyes light up. "How bad do you want it, Kitten?" He growls, locking eyes with me.
"Please bite me and let me take your thick cock, Master. I want you to make me yours and make me scream while you eat off of me, Sir." I plead in a shaky breath as Pete pleasures my neck further down to my collar bones.
"You're so fucking good at being Daddy's whore, aren't you?" Pete praises and he sits up, still straddling me. He grabs one of the cookies and crumbles it onto my stomach, watching me with parted lips.
"Shh... It's okay, baby," Pete softens and he lowers his head, tickling my skin with his mouth.
I gasp at the warmth of his saliva and feel my face flush as he moans in pure pleasure from licking the crumbs off.
"D-Daddy... I'm close..." I squeak, gritting my teeth as Pete grinds back and forth, the area below his bellybutton repeatedly hitting my cock.
"No cumming yet, Kitten," he instructs and I follow with obligation.
"Ooh... Ah! Pete--" I beg in distress, panting when Pete won't stop.
"Cum in my mouth, Princess," Pete seduces and takes my tip into his mouth, licking at the slit.
"Pete!" I cry out, releasing into his mouth and he swallows.
When I look at him, drool is dripping down his lips, reaching his chin before he wipes it off, panting and lying next to me.
"You did so good, as always, Kitten." I smile at his smile and he rubs his cheek on my neck, praising me into comfort.
I catch my breath and meow softly into his hair.
"Ready for round three?" he chuckles with a smirk.
"Mmm... Mmhm," I nod lazily.
"You sure?" Pete laughs softly at my slurring.
"Mmm, Daddy," I whine, pulling him in for a long kiss.
"Well if you put it that way..." Pete chuckles in surprise.
"Fuck me with your cock, Master. So hard..." I moan with the hallucination of Pete doing this.
"Hands and knees, you fucking slut" Pete growls and I comply immediately.
"Daddy, I'm so hard. Please allow me to be good to you, Sir."
"Don't worry, my slutty little Princess, Daddy promises he will, now stay quiet until Daddy says, okay?" I nod my head eagerly, smiling timidly as he gets behind me.
I scowl at the initial pain, then my shoulder blades raise in alarm as Pete enters all the way.
He slides out before reentering and it stings and it burns, but by the fourth entrance, I ease up and Pete lovingly rubs a hand over my stomach.
"Now... who makes you scream, baby?" Pete growls loudly and spanks me.
"Only you, Daddy!" I exclaim as he continues thrusting back and forth, and I notice his acceleration.
"That's right. And what are you for begging Daddy?" Pete sucks in a breath and grunts as he fucks me faster.
"I... I'm your spoiled, slutty Princess, Daddy, because I asked for you to fuck me hard and I got what I wanted." I bite my tongue as Pete moans in approval, gripping at my thighs and kissing my lower back.
"Fuck... Daddy's so close," Pete speeds up and I hear his panting, weakening my knees. "Cum like the spoiled, little slut you are, Patrick," Pete hisses.
Heat runs up my body and settles in my head, blurring my vision as I drool, releasing onto the pillows.
"Pete!" I scream as he hits my sweet spot once more before he growls, driven to the edge of his orgasm.
Pete pulls out of me and we both pant, lying on the sweat-soaked sheets. I curl myself up to Pete and he hugs me, moaning lazily and pulling a blanket over us.
"Pete, I still have the boots," I giggle and kick them off.
"Damn, did you look sexy in them," Pete smirks and says in his morning voice - a low, mellow, croaky voice.
"Awwe, Pete," I giggle and close my eyes into his inked chest.
"So, did you like my Christmas present? Cause I really did."
"Really? Didn't seem like it for the while it lasted before you ripped it off me, Petey," I taunt and he noticably blushes.
"You really think I'd resist? I'm surprised I didn't keep the dress on you. You looked like such a pretty slut, baby." Pete says generously and I blush.
"Maybe we can make it a Christmas tradition," I suggest and, of course, he nods.
rip the pudding and other cavity-causing shit Pete didn't use
