1123 Candy Cane Lane (Cherry Falls)

“Let's go inside. My baby mama needs to eat.'' Charlie’s face curves in a smile that lights fire in my toes.

"I'm not a mom yet.''

"Minute I put a baby in you, you became a mama. Get used to it.''

I wiggle behind him and snake my arms around his tight waistline, making sure to graze the thick ridge of his cock beneath his zipper.

"Can't get enough lately, hmm?'' That devilish twinkle I love lights his eyes.

“It's the hormones! It makes me want to hump your leg all day.”

"I’m not complaining.'' He spins me in his arms and catches my bottom lip between his teeth. Fire-bolts shoot between my thighs, my clit buzzing. "In fact...'' He trails off as one hand dips below my waistline and finds its way to my panties. His thumb runs through the damp folds beneath the cotton before he slips a finger in and ravages my clit. He pinches and swirls and brings me to a swift orgasm against the kitchen counter, leaving me panting and even more turned on.

"Mmm.'' He shoves his fingers covered in my pussy into his heavenly mouth. The sight alone nearly makes me come again. "Fuck, I love your taste.''

He lifts me on the kitchen counter before his hands push the pants down my legs and suddenly I’m bare and open for him, laid out like a holiday platter. His eyes dance before his hands are between my legs, his thick thumbs invading my entrance and fucking me with raw force.

I squirm and moan, desperate to feel his long, hard cock impaling me, but when his lips attack my clit as his fingers thrust and I come again, I forget about everything other than the tornado of feeling racing through my body.

I slowly come back to reality on the kitchen counter, my eyes fluttering open to see Charlie shirtless at the end of the kitchen island between my legs, his jeans undone and hanging off his hips, his heavy cock stretching straight for me. I lick my lips and squirm, feeling arousal flood my body and overwhelm me at the sight of him.

"You're beautiful,'' I whisper, free of the filter I usually carry.

"You're mine,'' he growls, and just like that, his hands are at my hips and his massive cock is splitting me. He rocks to a rhythm that reminds me that sex isn't just lovemaking, it’s passionate and primal, and I can't imagine doing it any other way than how we do it. It’s wild and hot and dominant and leaves me feeling like he’s broken me and put me back together again in every delicious moment.

Charlie loves everyone in a big way, and I feel lucky to be the focus of his life.

His thrusts turn ragged for long beats before his face twists with ecstasy and he comes deep inside of me. He pulls out of me, spins me in his arms and drops to his knees on the floor before cradling my growing tummy in his palms and humming a soft song. He does this every night, but he’s starting to talk to our baby throughout the day too. It catches me off guard still, this big and burly man brought to his knees by the love of our child.

“I love you and your mama to the moon and back, little one.” He stands, cradling my cheeks in his palms tenderly. “I’m so lucky you said yes.”

“I’m so lucky our baby will have you for a dad.”

Charlie nods, dropping a kiss on my forehead. “So thankful we found love on Candy Cane Lane, baby.”

The End.