Santa's Secret Baby

“I keep telling myself that too,” I admit.

“Say it again.” I don’t have to ask what he means. I know because I want to hear him say it again.

“I love you. I have from the moment you walked into my bedroom all those years ago. I know it’s crazy but I just knew.”

“Me too. Something pulled me toward your bedroom that night. Of all the bedrooms in this house I ended up here for a reason.”

“It was fate.” There is no other explanation than that we were meant to be together. The universe knew it.

“We’ll never be apart again, and I will spend my life making sure no other darkness ever touches you girls.” He starts pulling at my clothes. “Now let me make love to my queen. I’ve got to get her knocked up before next Christmas or our little princess isn't going to believe in Santa anymore.”

“We can’t have that,” I agree, kissing Isaac again.

Christmas miracles do come true.Chapter 12IsaacI press her against the bed as I kiss down her body. I’m starved for her, and after the admission to Rae that I’m her father, I can hardly stay in my own skin. I’m so excited and happy that my joy is a living breathing thing outside of me.

When I put Rae to bed, she hugged me tight, and I’d never known happiness inside me like that. What I have with Jillian is different and yet just as deep. I went from having nothing for so long to being utterly filled to the brim with love.

“Naked. Now,” I command, and Jillian smiles at me as she wiggles out of her clothes.

As I strip down, I don’t take my eyes off of her every move. It’s precise, and she’s doing it to torture me as she takes her time.

“You’re making a meal out of teasing me, but you have no idea how hungry I am,” I warn, and she only smiles.

With just her panties remaining, I smack her ass, and she cries out as I grab the edge and rip them off of her.

“Isaac!” she calls out, the desire in her surprise evident to the both of us.

A growl forms low in my chest as I palm my bare cock and kneel down next to the bed. I pull her down to the edge and kiss my way up the inside of her smooth, silky thigh. She moans and rolls her hips up until my mouth meets her waiting lower lips.

“You smell like Christmas morning,” I hum, tracing my tongue between her lips. “I didn’t think I would ever have this again.”

She calls out my name and grips my hair as I feast on her pussy. She’s warm and sticky against my mouth, and god, my body is weak. I want to worship her and take my time, but my instinct is to go fast and hard.

“Right there,” she moans as she holds my head and rocks her hips against me. She cums quickly, and I smile, loving how my girl is always so eager.

She’s still pulsing as I get to my feet and bury my cock balls deep. I feel her orgasm squeeze around me tight and hot, and I fall on top of her, needing this connection. I need to know she’s real and safe and that nothing is going to come between us.

I kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples as I thrust and thrust. My body has taken over, and I plant my feet to find purchase. I can’t get deep enough, because I want to swallow her whole. Every beat of my heart is telling me to demand, to own, and I do it.

“Mine,” I growl, as if saying it out loud will scare away all those demons I’ve held on to for so long.

Alone in that cage I would hardly dare dream of this. I didn’t want to get my hopes up or to think that it might be a possibility one day. I thought I would die behind those bars having only tasted her once, but it would have been worth it.

“You’re my everything.” I plead for her to understand and to see my pain. “I can’t ever lose you again.”

“Never.” She takes my face in both her hands, and I plunge into her over and over.

“I love you.”

The words are my vow in this moment just as much as it will be on our wedding day. She’ll have my last name, along with my heart, and it will be that way until the end of forever.

“I love you, Isaac.”

Her back arches, and she stills as another orgasm flows over her. She’s so fucking beautiful when she comes apart in my arms, and I’m just the lucky bastard that gets to witness it for the rest of our lives.

When I finally let myself finish inside of her, it’s so hard that I have to brace my hands on the mattress to keep from passing out. I see black spots in my vision as my soul leaves my body and floods into her. It’s rough and fast but no less beautiful as we connect in the most intimate way.