Daddy, It’s Cold Outside

“Winter, that was delicious.” My mom’s ex-boyfriend Jacob rubs his belly and lays his napkin on the table. “You’re a better cook than your mom ever was, that’s for sure.”

I can’t help the self-satisfied smile that pulls at my lips. My mom is a competent cook, but she lacks the courage to experiment.

“Thanks Daddy,” I say, feeling warm and fuzzy. I love making Jacob happy, especially around Christmas. He and my mom haven’t been a couple in almost ten years, but he was the closest thing to a father to me. When they broke up, he said, Just because your mom and I aren’t together doesn’t mean I’ll stop loving you, and true to his word, he never did.

“What time are your mom and Rick getting back tomorrow?” he asks.

“Sometime after noon.” I finish my last bite of prime rib and wash it down with warm apple cider. “I wish they were staying at Rick’s parents’ till New Year’s, like last year.”

My mom and my stepdad Rick get so stressed out around the holidays. When they said I didn’t have to go upstate with them and my stepsiblings this year, I jumped on the chance to stay home. I love being able to traipse around the house in my underwear whenever I want. Plus, I got to invite Jacob over for Christmas dinner. Ray hates Jacob because he’s taller and stronger and has more hair than him. Ray can barely grow a moustache, while Jacob can’t go an hour after shaving without sporting a five o’clock shadow.

“At least you have one more night to yourself,” he says. “What do you think you’ll do with your free time?”

“I don’t know. Maybe watch a movie or a show. After dipping into Rick’s liquor cabinet, of course.”

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.” Jacob laughs, a hearty rumble, and then sighs, his gaze gone wistful. “I can’t believe your first semester at college is over already. Seems like only yesterday you were dancing on my feet in the living room.”

The memory makes me feel warm all over. Back when Jacob and my mom were still together and we lived in the same house, I was a total daddy’s girl. We were inseparable. Now I’m lucky if I see him once a month.

We clear the table and pack up the leftovers. Jacob insists on rinsing the dishes and helping me load the dishwasher. I cut two big slices of homemade pecan pie, which we take to the living room to eat by the Christmas tree.

After a few minutes, Jacob cocks his head. “Hey, what’s that down there?”

I look to where he’s pointing. There’s a present under the tree that wasn’t there before.

“I don’t know.” I kneel on the carpet and pick up the present, turning it over. “There’s no name on it.”

“That’s odd. Maybe it’s from Santa.”

I stick out my tongue. “Ha ha.”

“Why don’t you open it?”

“What if it’s not for me?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s for you.” He winks. I pull off the bow and stick it to my shirt, then peel back the paper. It’s a framed photo of the two of us from my high school graduation, standing beneath a cherry blossom tree with our arms around each other. I can’t get over how happy we look, and how handsome Jacob is. He looks younger than forty-three, so happy and fit, his biceps testing the limits of his white dress shirt.

No wonder he’s never had trouble finding a girlfriend—until this year, at least. I had half expected him to tell me he was going away for Christmas when I invited him to dinner. To my surprise, he was free and excited to spend the day with his ex’s daughter instead of some spray-tanned MILF.

“But Daddy, you said we weren’t doing presents this year!”

He shrugs. “I couldn’t not get my little girl something.”

“But…” I frown. “I don’t have anything for you.”

“You cooked me a four-course dinner! That’s better than any present you could’ve bought me.” He gathers the wrapping paper and then kneels to stroke my cheek. “Do you like it?”

I hug the framed photo to my chest. “I love it so much. Thank you.”

He kisses my forehead and then my nose. Something like hunger flashes in his eyes and he hesitates before kissing my lips. The kiss lingers a few seconds longer than one would expect between family members—not that he and I are blood related. Still, he’s been my daddy since I was seven.

When the kiss ends, I find myself feeling disappointed.

“Guess it’s time for me to hit the road,” he says.

“Already?” Suddenly, I desperately don’t want him to leave. I want him to stay a while. Just a few more minutes. Or hours. Or maybe the whole night through. I want to curl up with him by the fire and snuggle the way we used to. “Can’t you stay a little longer?”

“It’s supposed to snow all night. You don’t want your old man to get caught in the storm, do you?”

A quick glance out the window shows the snow is already coming down heavily. I don’t want him to get stuck, but I also don’t want him to go.

That’s it, I realize. I know what I can give him for Christmas. Something I’ve been holding onto since the day he gave me “the talk” about how my body is precious and that I shouldn’t let just anyone touch it. But Jacob isn’t just anyone. He’s my daddy. And if my body is precious then it only makes sense that I should give it to the man who cherishes me like a treasure.

My nipples tingle and my pussy tightens just thinking about the things I want to do with him, the things I want him to do to me.

I slip on my sweetest smile like a red Christmas sweater. “But Daddy, it’s cold outside. You should stay here with me tonight, where it’s warm.”

“I doubt your mom and Ray would be keen on me spending the night in their house.”

“They don’t have to know.” I scooch closer to him on the carpet. “Just stay a little longer, Daddy. Please?”

He pets my hair, his gaze lingering on my lips. At first, I think he’s going to say no, but then he says, “All right, sweetheart. Just a bit longer.”

I hug him tight and kiss him on the cheek. “I’m just going to run upstairs and change into something more comfortable. Be right back.”

I dash upstairs and strip out of my clothes, then rummage through my drawers for my red bra and panty set. Over that, I put on my prettiest white nightgown with a low-cut lace neckline. I want to look sexy for Jacob.

On my way back to the living room, I stop by Rick’s liquor cabinet for a bottle of rum.

“Wow.” Daddy eyes me approvingly, and maybe a little nervously, too. “You look…festive. Is that what you usually wear to bed?”

“Sometimes.” I pour a splash of rum into his cocoa. “Most of the time I just sleep naked.”

His throat shifts as he swallows. I’m about to pour another glug of rum into his cocoa when he stops me. “That’s enough sweetheart, thank you. I still have to drive home tonight.”

“Oh, but Daddy, it’s so cold and snowy outside. You’ll freeze on your way home.” I take a sip of his spiked cocoa and wince. He chuckles. I set his cocoa on the coffee table and take his hand. “Dance with me, like old times.”

He smiles. “All right. One song, and then I have to go.”

I put on a quiet Christmas song and make sure the gas fireplace is emitting heat. My daddy smiles as I wrap my arms around him, pressing my breasts a bit more firmly against him than necessary. He rests his hands on my waist and sways with me to the melody. I turn my face so that my mouth is close to his neck.

“Isn’t this nice, Daddy? So warm and cozy.”

“It is, princess.” His hand slides to my lower back. “This is the best Christmas I’ve had in a long time.”

“Me, too.” I touch my lips to his throat. He tenses but doesn’t stop dancing. I step back so he can spin me around like he used to, then return to his arms with my back to his chest.

Carefully, so as not to seem too obvious, I press my ass into his crotch. Something hard and springy pushes back at me. It’s working, I realize. I’m turning him on.

I grind against him with greater enthusiasm.

Jacob exhales heavily, then steps away, his gaze wary and cheeks flushed. “I really should be going, Winter.”

“Aw, just one more dance, Daddy. Please!”

“I’m sorry, but the answer is no.”

He goes to the closet to get his coat. Damn it, I’ve spooked him! He must think I’m going to freak out if I notice he’s hard for me. I have to show him that it’s okay to want me, that I’m not afraid of his desire.

I trail him to the door and then slip past him to block the knob. “Can I have a kiss?”

My daddy shrugs into his coat. “One kiss, and then I really have to go.”

I present my mouth for kissing. As he comes in for the kiss, I press my hands to his chest and part my lips. As if on reflex, his own mouth opens, and I slip my tongue inside before he can shut it. His tongue strokes mine tentatively, then with purpose. I stretch the kiss out as long as I can before he pulls back, panting.

“That was a very nice kiss, sweetheart. Maybe too nice.”

“No such thing as too nice for you, Daddy.” I kiss him again. “Isn’t my mouth warm?”

“It is, yes.” he says warily.

I kiss the small bit of his chest that I can get to above his shirt buttons, then drop to my knees on the rug.

Jacob’s chest rises and falls with every labored breath.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?”

I reach for his belt. “Warming you up.”

“Winter don’t, I’m—” His eyes go wide as I pull out his cock, so swollen and alive in my fist. I might be a virgin, but I’ve given my share of blow jobs over the years, mostly to get the guys to stop hounding me for sex. My knowhow comes in handy here; even my daddy can’t say no to the promise of a warm, wet mouth on his cock.

I kiss and tongue the little slit at the top of the head, pausing to glance up at him every couple of seconds. He stares at my face, mesmerized. I take the head into my mouth and suck gently.

“Baby…” He breathes the word and pets my hair but doesn’t try and stop me. “What if your mother comes home?”

“If she does, she’ll get to see what she’s been missing all these years.”

I take him deeper into my mouth. He moans as I stroke back and forth along his shaft in time with my sucking. He braces his hands on the door behind me so he can thrust, fucking my fist and mouth. His eyes are closed.

His cock pulses and a drop of salty precum coats my tongue. As hot as it is making him feel this good, I don’t him to come yet. If he finishes too soon, he’s going to leave, possibly filled with regret.

I rise to my feet but keep my hand on his shaft. As soon as my mouth is within reach, he pulls me in for a kiss.

The honk of a car alarm outside makes him jump. He moves out of reach.

“It’s just the neighbors,” I say gently, trying to reassure him.

He doesn’t look reassured.

“Winter, I’m sorry, I have to go.”

“But we’re having so much fun.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“You’re afraid of this?” I drape the hem of my nightgown over his cock and stroke him through the silken fabric. The noise he makes at the back of his throat makes my nipples harden.

“I’m afraid of what will happen if I let you keep doing that,” he says.

“There’s nothing to be scared of, Daddy. We love each other.” I lick my lips seductively. “Your cock is so warm. Don’t take it out in the cold. Come and sit by the fire with me.”

After a few tense seconds, he nods. I slide his coat off and then guide him back to the living room where I tell him to sit in Rick’s big green chair. As I straddle Jacob’s lap, I slide the straps of my nightgown down my arms, letting the silk pool around my hips.

“That’s a fancy bra you have on,” he says.

“I wore it for you, Daddy.” Taking his hands, I place them on my breasts. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”

“So nice, baby.” He squeezes my breasts together and kisses the swell of my cleavage. I rock back and forth over his cock. “You have a gorgeous body, Winter. Just like I imagined.”

He teases one of the foam cups down, exposing my nipple.

“You imagined my body?” I shiver as his breath washes over my bare breast. He leans forward to take my nipple into his mouth. “Oh, God!”

Reaching around, I unhook my bra so I can remove it, exposing myself to him fully. My daddy swears under his breath as he cups my tits and draws his tongue back and forth across my nipples.

“I’ve imagined you naked so many times,” he says. “I never thought I’d get to see it.”

My clit aches, begging to be invited to join in on the fun. Grasping my daddy’s cock, I position the head just over my clit and start to grind on him.

“Oh… Oh…” I whimper as a pleasure balloon swells and bursts between my thighs. Daddy moans, too, sliding his hand into my panties. I shiver as he strokes my clit, the fingers of his free hand continuing their wonderful assault on my nipples.

“This has to be a Christmas miracle,” he says, right before he kisses me.

He plays with my clit until I’m twitching and crying into his mouth. Again, I wrap my nightgown around his cock and stroke. He rocks his pelvis with every pass, fucking my fist and wetting my nightgown with precum.

I gasp as he slides two fingers into my pussy.

“Whoa, you are tight.” His voice is gravelly, laced with wonder and lust. “Don’t tell me you’re still a virgin. There’s no way I’m that lucky.”

“I am a virgin.”

“How is that possible? You’re so fucking hot.”

“I’ve been saving myself ever since you told me to.” I tighten my grip on his cock. “I think it’s time I gave it up to someone special.”

Daddy slides his fingers out of my pussy to circle my clit, then withdraws from my panties completely. He licks his fingers and hums. “I would love to be your first, baby girl. But I want to make sure you’re good and ready for me. Lay down on the carpet.”

My nightgown falls to the floor as I climb off him. I remove my panties and lie down on the rug, gazing up at the glittering Christmas tree and the angel on top. Daddy pulls his shirt off and steps out of his pants before he joins me on the floor, hooking my knees over his shoulders.

He licks his lips and then licks me.

I moan as his tongue lathes over my clit, so warm and wet. He covers my pussy with his mouth and works his tongue against me. I bite my knuckle and try to stop my hips from moving too much, but it’s difficult. What he’s doing feels too damn good.

“You like that, baby?” he asks.

“It’s amazing, Daddy.” I can feel the pressure mounting, an orgasm just around the bend. The only thing that could make it better is to have my nipples played with, so I toy with them myself.

Daddy looks up and smiles. He likes to watch me touch myself. He doubles down on his pussy licking, and in seconds I’m a writhing, moaning mess of a human being.

“Oh God… Daddy…” I come like a confetti bomb, all at once, pleasure raining down on me like shiny, reflective paper.

“You make the most incredible noises, sweetheart.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and crawls up my body.

The head of his cock nudges my pussy. I watch, riveted, as he positions himself at my opening.

“Deep breaths, baby.”

I inhale and then cry out as he eases inside me, the big, bulbous head pushing past my lips and stretching my muscles. Daddy’s stomach is taut, as are his arms, braced on either side of me. I grasp his shoulders and watch as his long, fat cock, disappears inside my body.

“Does it hurt?” he rasps.

It does hurt a little. “Not really.”

“I promise you’ll get used to it.” He gives me a few test thrusts, which have me shaking. “Play with your clit until it feels good.”

I do what he tells me to, licking my fingers and stroking my clit as he moves in and out of me. I can’t believe I’m letting Jacob fuck me, but there’s no one I’d rather give my cherry to. No one who would appreciate it more than the man who’s loved me since I was a baby. It’s because of him that I’ve grown into a strong, capable girl. Why shouldn’t he be the one to make me a woman?

“Oh, Daddy, it’s good. Fuck, it’s so good…” I press my feet to the floor so I can rise to meet his thrusts. The pain is gone, replaced by the sweetest carnal pleasure.

I hold on tight to him as he fucks me harder. His breathing is shallow and labored. He watches my breasts bounce with each firm pounding. I squeeze them together, pinching my own nipples, and moan.

“Baby, that’s so fucking hot.” His mouth falls open. “Fuck, I’m coming. Daddy’s coming, baby.”

It occurs to me that he’s not wearing a condom, and I’m not on birth control.

“Wait, Daddy, you can’t come inside me!”

“Too late,” he says through clenched teeth. “Fuck, I can’t…stop…”

He slams into me. His cock swells, and I can feel the wet heat pouring into my pussy. Knowing he’s coming makes my pussy throb and tighten. I come, too. Not as intense as the first time, but enough to make me feel warm and tingly all over.

He collapses on top of me but doesn’t crush me. I wrap my arms and legs around him. I thought I loved him before, but that’s nothing compared to how I feel about him now. He’s not just my mom’s ex, or my surrogate daddy. He’s mine, completely, and I’m his.

“Did you like your present, Daddy?”

“I loved it.” He rolls onto his side and caresses my belly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stop.”

“It’s okay.” I bite my lip, not sure if I want to say what I’m thinking.

Fuck it, I tell myself. If Jacob loves me, then he loves all of me, including the things that could live and grow inside me.

“Maybe this time next year we’ll have a little Christmas miracle,” I say.

To my surprise, he smiles.

“I would love that, sweetheart.” He kisses me long and deep. “Now show Daddy how festive your pussy looks covered in snow-white cream.”