Christmas Hearts (Storm MC Reloaded 2.50)

Positioning himself on top of me, he says, “This is gonna be fast. Hold the fuck on,” right before he thrusts inside me.

I wrap every limb around him and hold the fuck on as he shows me exactly what he meant last night when he said he wanted to slam his dick so hard inside me it’d break me.

He doesn’t break me. But fuck me, he does a good job trying.

And I love every minute of it.

He’s right: it is fast. We come together, the pleasure so intense I lose myself until King pulls out of me.

Kneeling, he runs his hand over the bare skin of my stomach, his eyes glued to my pussy. I know from experience that he’s already worked out how he wants to fuck me tonight. And that he’ll take his time with me now.

Bringing his eyes to mine, he says, “I haven’t given you your Christmas present yet.”

“We said no presents for each other this year.”

He ignores me and moves off the bed, disappearing into the walk-in robe. A few moments later, he reappears and comes back to me, a jewellery box in his hand. The blue box he knows I love.

“Shit, King, I didn’t get you anything. I thought we agreed to put the money towards—”

“We did, and I don’t want anything, but there’s no fucking way I’m not getting you something.”

I open the box and almost squeal with delight when I see the beautiful silver Tiffany bow bracelet inside. “Oh my God, I love it!” With the box still in my hand, I scramble so I can climb into his lap. Kissing him with every bit of love and happiness I’m feeling, I then say, “And I love you. Not because of this bracelet, though, but because I know you would go to hell and back to give our family and me what we need. Thank you for loving us so well.”

His arms come around me. Tightly, like he’s keeping me close, protecting me from something. But then that’s King, always protecting me. “I never liked Christmas until you came into my life.” He stops talking abruptly and I know that whatever he has to say is going to be big for him.

“I know,” I say softly, running my fingers through his hair.

“Still then, it took me a few years to let those old feelings go. Now, I look forward to it, your crazy shit and all. The kids, the toys, the arguments, the food, all of it.” He squeezes me tighter. “You gave that to me, Lily, and every fucking day you give me your love and care. I’ll fucking do anything to keep you happy because you’ve made me the happiest fucking man alive.”

My heart fills with love for the man in front of me, and I’m almost certain I’m going to cry, but for now, I manage to keep my shit together. “For an asshole, you sometimes say the nicest things to me.”

He lifts me and forces me onto my back. “Put the bracelet on,” he growls. “And stop talking. The only thing I wanna hear while I taste your cunt is your screams of pleasure.”

I might love King’s infrequent declarations of love, but what I need even more than that is him like this. Filthy, demanding, and unapologetically untamed.

Merry freaking Christmas to me.