Page 60 of Secret Santa

Two Years Later

“We need to go down,” I laughed as Aiden wrapped his arms around me from behind. He buried his face in my neck, pressing a soft kiss to the spot he knew made me weak. “Emma is by herself.”

“Bridget and Alex are with her,” he said, his voice muffled. “We have some time.”

“Not much,” I mumbled. I met his eyes in the mirror and he grinned wickedly. His hands moved to my slightly swollen belly, gently stroking the growing bump.

“It’s a boy this time,” he murmured.

“Mm,” I hummed, a hidden grin on my face. His eyes narrowed, then he nipped at my neck.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I said coyly. He pressed his face further into my neck, his scratchy stubble tickling me, making me laugh.

“Danica,” he growled, tightening his arms around me. His eyes met mine again, and I grinned.

“It’s a girl,” I whispered. “Doctor Elsher told me.” His eyes widened.

“What? When?”

“I had the checkup yesterday,” I said guiltily. He spun me to face him.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I knew I should’ve gone with you.” His hands were tight on my hips as he stared at me. “I can’t believe–”

“I was going to tell you tonight,” I said, resting my hand against his cheek. “You were so tired last night and with everything going on today…” I shrugged as I trailed off.

“She was sure it’s a girl?” he asked, and I nodded.

“She didn’t know we wanted it to be a surprise this time,” I said. “Are you mad?” He rested his hands on either side of my face, smiling softly at me.

“Of course not, baby,” he said gently, then dipped and pressed a kiss to my lips. “I just wish I could’ve been there.”

“You were busy,” I said, patting his chest.

“Nothing is more important than you and the girls,” he said, then grinned. “My girls.” Tears filled my eyes as I stared up at him.

I’d been overly emotional during this pregnancy. With Emma, I’d been a bottomless pit and always exhausted. With this one, I cried at everything.

He wiped my tears away with a soft stroke of his thumbs. He kissed me again, letting his lips linger on mine.

“I can be quick,” he said against my mouth. I laughed breathily, then spun back around, facing the mirror. I leaned my forearms on the counter and pressed my ass against him. He was insanely hard. He always was, but he seemed to be hard even more when I was pregnant.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I said, grinning wickedly at him and wiggled against him. His jaw tensed, his eyes hardening as we stared at each other.

Quickly, he pushed my skirt up, bunching it around my waist. He hurriedly undid his pants enough to pull his cock out. He shoved my panties to the side and lined up, his eyes lifting to mine as he pressed inside me with one, hard thrust.

“Fuck,” I groaned. His hand wrapped around my mouth as he slammed into me.

“Be quiet,” he grunted. “If you make too much noise, we’ll have to stop. You don’t want Daddy to stop fucking your needy cunt, do you?” I shook my head, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. “That’s my good girl.”

His thrusts were hard and frantic, each other more powerful than the last. He slid his hand from my hip to my thigh, then between my legs. His fingers immediately found my clit and my eyes rolled back.

“That’s it,” he said against my ear. “Daddy’s going to make you come, isn’t he?” I nodded, barely hearing him. “You’re going to be my good little girl and take it all, aren’t you? You’re going to keep my cum in your little pussy for the rest of the night.”

“Yes,” I groaned against his hand. His fingers moved quicker, driving my pleasure up.

“You need to come,” he grunted. “I’m so fucking close.” His hand tightened on my cheeks as his other moved over my clit faster and faster. I squeezed around him, and he sank his teeth into my neck.

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