Tis the Season for Love

“Kristen has been texting her mother non-stop, all day about you,” her father finally said. “She’s the best judge of people that I’ve ever met. If she says yes, then you’ll have our blessing.”

“Thank you.”

“Make her cry and not only will I beat the living shit out of you and”—her mother gasped and I heard what sounded like a hard smack before he grunted in pain—“I’ll bury your unrecognizable body somewhere no one will ever find you.”

“That would be your right,” I responded.

I wished them a merry Christmas and promised to have Kristen call them tomorrow. We said our goodbyes but before I could hang up, I heard her father say, “And don’t wait too long to give me grandbabies!” Another smacking sound came over the line before her mother piped in, “She’s always wanted a big family. Just so you know.”

I stifled a laugh and shook my head. These two reminded me of my own parents and I looked forward to getting to know them. “Working on it,” I replied, then hung up. I was already bound and determined to knock her sexy ass up as quickly as possible. I wanted a big family too, but I also wanted every motherfucker who looked her way to know she was claimed. That she was mine.

My next call was to my friend, Jude, who owned the most exclusive custom jewelry boutique in New York.

“You want it by when?!?!” he shouted, forcing me to pull my ear away from the phone until he stopped yelling.

“You owe me.”

“Fuck.” There was silence for a couple of heartbeats. Then, “Don’t come crying to me if the delivery guy wakes your ass up at the ass-crack of dawn.”

“Fair enough,” I responded.

“Wow!”

Kristen’s exclamation broke through my reverie and I spun around to see her standing in the door to the open-concept living room, her eyes glued to the twelve-foot Christmas tree in the corner of the room. We’d been so desperate for each other when we arrived home that I hadn’t had the chance to show her around. While we were at the flagship store, she’d left me to use the restroom and I used the time to set up her surprise. It’s amazing what can get done when you toss around words like, “no matter what it costs.” I owed Grace BIG for arranging everything.

By the time Kristen and I arrived home, my house of humbug had been transformed into a winter wonderland. There were decorations everywhere, even outside lights that I would show her later. The tree was lit and covered in beautiful ornaments. The array of presents wrapped in brightly colored paper completed the look.

“That’s gorgeous,” Kristen breathed. Then she looked at me sideways. “I thought you didn’t celebrate Christmas?”

I smiled as I prowled toward her and gathered her into my arms. She looked fucking delicious standing there in only my shirt from the day before. Seeing her in my clothes had the caveman inside me beating his chest with pride. “That was before I had something to celebrate. Santa had obviously already dropped off my present when you walked into my office.”

Kristen’s cheeks stained pink and she went up on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek. “You’re sweet.”

My arms tightened around her before sliding down to cup her round ass and yanking her pelvis forward so my erection pressed into her belly. “First of all, I’m not sweet,” I said with a pretend glare. “I’m manly, baby. Second, I’m your man and that is not how you should kiss your man. Ever.” I practically growled the last part before crashing my lips down on hers. The kiss was all possession and deep hunger. She grabbed onto my arms, her little kitten claws digging into my skin, and kissed me back with every bit as much fervor.

Her breasts pillowed against my chest, and my dick turned to steel. I lifted her and she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist. Keeping her firmly in my arms, I spun around and took her to the nearest counter and set her on top of it. I ran my hands up her back, then down and slipped them under the shirt so I could cup her naked tits. They were soft and full, filling my palms just right. Her nipples were hard and when I scraped the pads of my thumbs over them, she moaned and fuck if that didn’t make me even harder, which I hadn’t thought was possible.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of your gorgeous tits,” I murmured as my mouth trailed hot, wet kisses down her neck. My fingers made quick work of the buttons down the front of her shirt then I parted the sides and latched onto one nipple. Her back arched and she cried out, her hands flying into my hair and clenching the strands. The bite of pain only fueled my lust and while I sucked and nibbled on her nipples, I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock.

I plunged two fingers into her sopping wet sex and groaned. “Fuck,” I grunted as I straightened and went back to leaving love bites all over her collarbone and neck. “I love how fucking drenched you are for me. This sweet pussy is becoming my addiction.”

My mouth hovered over her ear and I rubbed her clit as I whispered, “Are you on the pill, baby?” She shook her head and I grunted my approval. “Do you want my mouth on your pussy? Tongue fucking you and sucking on your clit until you’re screaming my name?” I licked the shell of her ear and my hips bucked when she whimpered with desperate need. “Or do you want my big, hard cock fucking you? Taking you fast and hard before I come inside you and give you my baby?”

“I—oh, yes!”

“Which one, kitten?” I asked as I replace my fingers with the tip of my dick, rubbing it over her clit as I squeezed, trying to keep myself from coming. Her legs constricted and she rocked her center, trying to get some relief. “I think I need your taste on my lips while I fuck my baby into your belly.”

I loosened her legs and dropped to my knees, placing them over my shoulders. The first swipe of my tongue had a groan ripping from my chest and Kristen calling my name as she fell back against the counter.

“Play with your tits, kitten,” I commanded. “Work your nipples like it’s my mouth.”

When she obeyed, I went back to focusing on her sex. Long licks up her slit had her taste bursting on my tongue, working me into a frenzy. I used my thumbs to part her lips and feasted, licking, driving my tongue into her hole that was dripping with her arousal, and sucking on her little bundle of nerves.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, Grant, don’t stop!”

I grunted in response. There was no fucking way that I would stop now. Her cries became shouts and she started to shake with the building pressure from her impending orgasm. I doubled my efforts until she broke apart, screaming my name.

Come was already leaking from my cock and I couldn’t wait another second to be inside her. I stood and grasped her thighs, yanking her forward and I drove deep, bottoming out in one thrust. “Fuck!” I shouted at the feel of her heat wrapped so tight around me. Her greedy pussy was sucking me in so hard that I could barely pull out to plunge back in. “Yes. Milk my cock, baby. Keep me so deep you won’t lose a single drop of my come. Good girl.” My dick came out shiny with her juices and I alternated watching him disappear inside to watching her face contort with pleasure.

Kristen was barely coming down from her orgasm when I began to push her to the edge once more. “So fucking tight,” I growled. “I want to watch you come this time, Kristen. Bear down, baby. I want you coming so hard your womb will suck me dry.” Her walls clamped down and I fought the urge to close my eyes at the sensation. I was determined to see her come.

“Fuck! Oh fuck, yes!”

“Harder,” she whimpered. I would always give my girl anything she wanted so I grasped her ass and jerked her forward to meet each of my thrusts. “Grab the edge of the counter.”

She wrapped her fingers around the granite lip and her knuckles turned white from her grip. I tossed her legs over my shoulders before going back to holding her ass to use as leverage. The next time I pushed in, I went even deeper. “Fuck, yes!”

Kristen went off like a rocket, chanting my name as she shook with almost violent shudders. The feel of her orgasm around my dick had me following right behind. I roared as my cock exploded shooting jets of hot s

eed over and over. I moved my hand and pressed my thumb on her clit, setting her off one more time and it pulled even more come from me. Just when I thought I was empty, she would spasm and I’d spurt another load.

Finally, her shaking subsided and my dick appeared to be truly empty. I didn’t want her to lose even a drop of my come, so I kept us tightly joined as I moved us over to the living area and practically fell onto the couch. Kristen slouched over, collapsing on my chest.

I thought back to the heat of the moment and spoke as I rested my cheek on top of her head. “Talking about breeding you made you hot as fuck, didn’t it, kitten?” She squirmed and my cock stirred. “Do you want my baby inside you, Kristen? Because I intend to fuck you bare until you’re round with our child.”

“Yes,” she whispered and her hips shifted once again, bringing my cock to full attention. Her pussy clenched and though I could have sworn there was nothing left, I felt myself leaking.

“Does your greedy pussy need more, baby?” I rumbled as I moved inside her. “Look at me,” I demanded. She sat back and stared at me with eyes burning with hunger and lust. “Tell me you want it.”