Christmas with the Beast (The Fiore Family 1)

I bend down and kiss her tender lips. “And I’m only yours in every way.” Isabelle’s eyes widen and then nearly close as a broad smile crosses her face.

“I need you, Franco.” I move back into a kneeling position so I can see my big cock swallowed up by her tiny cunt. “Good fucking girl. Now, I’m about to move.”

“Please. Take all you need from me. Use me.”

“Damn it,” I growl, grabbing her legs and holding them out wide as I rock my hips forward, pumping hard into her over and over. “You see what you’re doing to me? You’re not going to be able to move when I’m done with you.” I release her legs and angle my body forward to suck on her perfect tits while fucking her until I let go and come deep inside. She cries out and comes again.

I pull out and roll onto my back, dragging her small body onto me and then slipping the covers over us. We fall into a comfortable sleep. “Thank you for giving me a chance,” I whisper.

“Thank you for always loving me.”

“Forever.”

Chapter Ten

Isabelle

It feels like a beautiful dream, but when I wake up wrapped in Franco’s arms, I know it’s real. I’ve never felt so happy in my life. I snuggle deeper into his embrace with my backside pressed firmly on his front, causing a groan to come from him while he sleeps. Even a beast in his dreams. The man has my heart, and I’m here to fix and keep his.

The scars he has are deep and ugly, but they show the pain and his will to survive. They don’t take away from the man he is. In fact, they make me want him more. I’m finally where I belong, wrapped up in his tenderness.

His lips lightly kiss my neck. “Hmm…good morning.” I open my eyes a little wider seeing the sunrise through the curtains. “Merry Christmas, Isabelle.”

“Merry Christmas, my fiancé.”

“We need to fix that title soon.” His hand rests over my belly.

“Yes, we do.” His cock jerks on my back, turning me on.

“What time is it?”

“Only six in the morning. We stayed in bed all evening.” Blushing, I remember only getting up to shower and steal some fruit and wine. Then we made love two more times, learning how to please each other.

“I know. I feel so lazy and my body aches in so many new places.” I moan and rub my hands over my thighs.

I stare at my ring, thinking about how much I’ve meant to him all this time. Spinning in his arms, I kiss his soft lips.

“I could really get used to this.”

“Me too.”

“Let’s get ready before I forget all about Christmas and play with my favorite gift.” We don’t have much to do until it’s closer to the afternoon. The snowplows worked all night, clearing the roads and Franco’s family will be making their way here for dinner.

“Well, we do have some time.” We roll around under the sheets for the next twenty minutes, kissing, touching, working each other up before he finally slides into my tender pussy. Even with the sore feeling, I nearly come the second he buries his cock inside of me. We moan and rock together, taking our passion slowly. Just as we come, we hear some movement outside.

“I guess the dogs are hungry or need to go out.”

“They can’t go out to the yard by themselves?” I ask.

“They can, but they want attention in the morning.” Smiling, I’d love to see this brute of a man play with his dogs in the snow. I’m still surprised how much Franco has grown.

“You want to let them in?” I ask, trying not to mess up his routine.

“I don’t want to let you go.”

“Well, I promise to let you hold me all day long. Besides, I need to get cleaned up.”

“Let’s get up, then,” he grumbles, slipping on his robe before opening the door. Both big dogs come in yelping and barking as they rub up against him and then come to me, waiting for their head rubs.

“How many bathrooms and showers are there?” I’m curious since the home is ridiculously massive.

“Fourteen bedrooms and bathrooms.”

“Wow.”

“Yes. We have space for plenty of babies.” He grabs me and rubs his hard cock against my mound.

“I’m going to take a shower. I don’t know where my bag is.”

“I put it in the closet.”

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, Isabelle.” We kiss repeatedly, and I gently nudge him away before we get carried away again.

“I’m going to shower before you get us going again.”

“You better.” He winks, and I can’t help but smile as I go into the bathroom. We kiss and then I shower, letting the warmth of the jets hit my sore muscles. Franco tore me apart and put me back together throughout the night. Our first time, we fumbled, rushed, but the second and third, we found our rhythm and slowly learned to move with each motion evoking pleasurable emotions.