Eden Books Daddy-Santa Made Me His Good Girl

This holiday, I’m going to get my daddy to breed me. Even if it means begging.

I’m back from college and attending a Christmas gala with my father. When I dance with Daddy, it awakens desires that only he can satisfy… And when he shows up as Santa for the party and I’m sitting on his knee, suddenly I’m not so sure I’m a good, innocent girl.

I want my dad to be my first and when he wakes me up later that night, I’m desperate to take everything he wants to give me.

Even if it means begging.

Santa-Daddy Made Me His Good Girl is a taboo quick read exploring an intense connection between father & daughter during one holiday night. Includes a first-time experience & captivating chemistry leading straight towards a filthy happily ever after

Word count: 6800. All characters are 18+The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

Excerpt

When I finally reach the front of the line, I’m almost shaking with anticipation. “Hi, Santa,” I say coyly.

“Hello there,” Dad answers back in a deep voice as he pats his knee. “Sit on my knee and tell me if you’ve been naughty or nice this year.”

Oh f*ck. I slowly sink down on his leg and lean against his chest. “I’ve been really good,” I reply in my best innocent voice. “So good.”

He looks at me suspiciously. “You don’t seem like a good girl.”

“What?” I exclaim indignantly. “Of course I am.”

“Mmm hmm. Prove it.”

I shift in his lap so that my butt is over his crotch area. His c*ck is hard. My face flushes. Sh*t, is anyone noticing what I’m doing? I glance around and everyone is chatting together and not paying attention to us.

Santa-Daddy’s voice is low enough that only I can hear him. “Baby girl, the way you’re sitting doesn’t seem like what a good girl would do.”

My stomach flips, and I squirm in his lap, feeling his c*ck growing harder underneath me. With a small smirk, I move slightly so that I’m no longer touching his crotch but not fully out of his lap either. “Sorry, Santa,” I reply with false innocence.

A wicked glint flashes in his eyes. “Your little a$$ is practically begging for me to sp*nk it.”

Oh my god! This is so messed up and kind of hot. He’s teasing me, and I like it. A lot. It feels exciting and dangerous, but also safe and familiar. We’ve always had a special bond, but this is something else entirely. Is he really turned on by me? Does he want to spank my a$$ or f*ck it? And more importantly, do I want him to? All I can think about is him pulling down my panties, sp*nking me while whispering in my ear that I’m a bad girl for tempting him.

I decide to play along with his game, curious to see how far we’ll go. I shift my a$$ on his lap again, this time pushing against his hard c*ck, and ask, “What would you do to me if I was naughty?”