Unholy Knights (Forever Safe Christmas Village)

“Claude. Oh, God.” She loves it when I spank her, something I learned pretty quickly. Ever since I claimed her innocence, she has been greedy for the monster that claimed her. “Harder, babe. Please. I’m almost there.” She keens, moving faster and faster. I groan into her back when her pussy squeezes my dick, strangling him before I feel her fingers touching her clit, her nails scraping my dick.

“Fuck, baby. Come,” I roar into the bedroom, pounding my release into her womb, praying the Christmas magic I am not believing in creates a life inside of her. When I feel like enough has filled her, I pull out and spread her ass, allowing the rest to coat her tiny rosebud. “This little hole is next, baby,” I whisper in her ear, rubbing my thumb against the sensitive bud. She groans and moves her head to the side.

“That’s not something sweet innocent girls like myself do,” she says, smirking, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“You might have been sweet, but you were not innocent, even before I broke through your barrier. Besides, don’t let the last name fool you. I am anything but a knight, baby.”

“You are my knight,” she says, snuggling into me.

“I will be anything you want, baby. Anything.” It’s true. I want to be everything for her. She told me last night as we lay in bed, on Christmas Eve, laughing and talking, that her favorite song from her childhood was O, Holy Night. I laughed, shaking my head at her. After she smacked me for laughing at her, I told her not to get any ideas. My name may match, but I am anything but Holy. Rolling her eyes, she said, “I knew that already. I didn't imagine a man with a holy mouth would have eaten my pussy until I squirted in his face.” My nostrils flared at the mention of another man touching her, let alone with any part of his body near her snatch. That turned into a spanking and deep hard fuck, with her legs over my shoulder.

Pulling her further into my arms, I kiss her neck, dreading the second she is going to be out of my arms. “You know we have to be at our parents' houses soon.” I remind her as she begins to snore. We decided in the middle of the night, between orgasms and talking about our childhoods and dreams, that we didn't want to spend this holiday apart. So, we are splitting our day between each of our families.

“I know. Can’t we skip it?” she says, rubbing her nose into mine. She acts like she is playing, but I hear a bit of nervousness.

“Hey, what’s going on?” She bites her lip and looks at me. “Are you trying to hide us?” I feel momentarily affronted at the thought, but then I see her face.

“No. Nothing like that. I am happier than I have ever been. I just...I don’t know how to explain you. I went from not knowing you to now I am bringing you home.” She is so damn cute—my heart patters at her upset face. Although I feel nothing but euphoric, I get her reticence. She is about to bring home a guy she just met a couple of days ago to meet her father. Hell, when I think of it like that, I start sweating.

“Go shower, baby. I have to make a phone call, and then I will join you. I promise it will be ok.” Smacking her ass once more, I kiss her before leaving the bed to make a call. Walking into the kitchen, I call Aria Cannon, who owns the jewelry store in town.

“Knight. What can I do for you on Christmas Eve?” Her sarcasm would be annoying if I didn’t really need her help.

“Sorry I called you now. I know you are closed, but I need a favor.”

“Alright.”

“I need you to open in the next half hour for about thirty minutes, so I can propose to my woman and buy her a ring. I will double the price of the one we pick.” I throw in, hoping it sways her.

“Well shit. See you in thirty minutes.”

Twenty-five minutes later, we are sitting in my car on our way to the store, and I am trying not to laugh as she tries to guess where we are going. My eyes pursue her body, taking in her sexy red dress covered in sequin Christmas trees, her favorite Santa hat, and her flawless face. My dick wants to love a dreamy look on her face after fucking her like the tease she is for wearing something like this out of the house. When we pull up to the jewelry store, she gasps, her hand on her mouth. “Claude, what are we doing here?” she asks as I help her from the car. I don’t answer her right away, enjoying the advantage of teasing her like she does me with every breath.