Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
There’s still cum on my dick and all over her, so when I slide between her lips, cum gets pushed in with it. She whimpers when I rub against her clit, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from nutting again. Her virgin pussy is too tempting.
“More?” She looks up at me with pleading eyes, but I shake my head.
“Not yet.” Reluctantly I slip out from between her warm pussy lips and get out of the shower.
When we’re out, I dry her off but use my mouth as a towel too. I kneel down and lick the water off her nipples before doing the same to her pussy. I can’t stop putting my mouth on her, and my cock is still so fucking hard.
“Should we bother putting on clothes?” Belle asks when we go into my closet.
I smile at her as I grab one of my flannels and hold it out. “Arms up.” When she raises them, I slide it over her head and then kiss her when she pops out. “Don’t you like unwrapping presents?”
“True,” she says as I pull on a pair of matching flannel pajama pants.
Reaching into her bag, I take out a pair of cotton panties with Christmas trees on them. “I wouldn’t mind licking your pussy while you have these on,” I say and hold them out for her to step into.
“Sounds like the best Christmas Eve ever, if you ask me.”
“Me too,” I say and take her hand in mine. “But first, I’ve got some fun things planned before Santa comes tonight.”
“Hopefully he’s not the only one,” she whispers behind me as I drag her from the bedroom.
It’s late in the evening when we finally finish all the things I wanted to do today. We strung popcorn on string and put up more decorations. Then she showed me how to do a simple crochet stocking so I could make one for her. She made one for me too, and it’s obviously far better than mine. We made cookies for Santa and even worked on a Christmas puzzle. She sat in my lap the whole time and rubbed her pussy on my cock, but that just made it all the more fun.
“Did you tell Santa what you want for Christmas?” I ask Belle.
We’re stretched out on the floor in front of the fire after dinner. I cooked us a nice steak dinner to celebrate, and we’ve been cuddled up here since.
“I might have whispered it to him,” she says, grinning. “I didn’t have time to send a letter to the North Pole, but I think he knows.”
“I’m sure he does,” I say as I reach out and tuck a lock of hair behind her ear.
“Did you tell Santa what you wanted?” she asks, looking up at me like I’m her favorite person in the world.
“Yeah, I did,” I say, hoping that it comes true. “It’s something I’ve never asked for before. Something I didn’t know I wanted.” I trace my finger over her bottom lip as I look in her eyes. “Not until you showed up.”
“Marley, I—”
“Shh,” I tell her, not wanting to spoil this perfect moment. “Not until Christmas.”
If she says she can’t stay here with me, I’ll be crushed. I’ll do everything I can to convince her that I’m worth staying for, but if she doesn’t choose me, I want to save that pain for another day. Not tonight when my heart is full and it feels like I’m falling in love.
Bending down, I press my lips to hers and kiss her with everything I can’t say. That I’ve known from the moment I held her in my arms that she was mine. That every second I spend with her is better than the one before. And that if my Christmas wish comes true, it will be that she stays with me forever.
Her mouth opens, and I lick inside, possession and need bearing down on me. The possibility that she might not stay makes me want to cling to her even tighter. It could have the opposite effect, but I have to try. I have to make her drunk with pleasure so that she doesn’t have a desire to leave.
My cock throbs and my sac fills as they remind me of another way to keep her with me. Putting a baby inside her would bind her to me in every way possible. Her cunt is fresh and greedy, and she’s eager for my seed. I looked through her bag and didn’t see any pills, which means there’s nothing keeping me from breeding her.
“I think it’s time for me to unwrap my present,” I tell her when I break our kiss.
Reaching down, I grab the edge of her shirt and pull it off so she’s only in her Christmas panties. Her hands go to my pajama pants, and she pushes them down enough that my cock springs out.