Page 30 of Santa's Baby

I hold still as he tugs the sheet away.

He swears under his breath and pulls back. My whole back is bare to him, down to my thighs, and I picture him looking at my ass. Wanting to lick me there, touch me. Push inside me and make me cry.

His clothes hit the floor next with hurried sounds. He climbs into bed with me, and the warm press of his body against mine—the hard naked length of him, the overwhelming size as he squeezes against me in my too-small room—breaks me of my pretense. I murmur and shift, pretending to wake up.

“Ford?”

“Do you always sleep naked, Neely?”

I do at home with him. But he means here, in the bed where I once dreamed of him taking my virginity under the cover of darkness. “No. . .”

“Why are you naked tonight?”

“I fell asleep by accident. I was. . .”

“Were you touching yourself?” His hand lands on my hip then strokes from my belly down to my bare mound. He shaved me himself this morning.

“Shhh. We don’t want anyone to hear us, baby.” He covers my mouth with his other hand as his fingers slip through my slick cunt. “Daddy needs your pussy tonight, though. Can you be a good little girl for Daddy? Be quiet while I fill you up?”

I nod, panting, and he eases his hand away from my mouth.

I love it when he says stuff like that. Most of the time, he doesn’t actually fill me up. We both want it, but I’m still young, and he wants to wait a bit longer before we have babies.

If some of his seed took, though, we’d both be over the moon.

Maybe that’s what I’ll whisper to him in the morning as he opens presents. That I’m ready to try for real.

I’m wet, but I’m not quite ready for him. “You’re too tight,” he groans.

“I want it,” I whisper back.

He pulls out and spits on his hand. I close my eyes, my face burning in delicious humiliation.Use me.

“Need you,” he whispers. And then he’s in me again, a thick intrusion, a relentless push this time. It takes my breath away, how good he feels in my belly. I’m pulled taut, stretched and filled to the limit, and he plays me like a precious instrument. One hand mauling my breasts, the other grinding against my clit.

Daddy’s intent on me getting there fast, and I do, I soar. As I climax, he rolls me so my mouth is muffled by my pillow. Then he pumps his hips faster, erratically, chasing the release himself. My bed squeaks under his heavy weight, and he tells me they’ll hear, but he can’t stop himself. There’s no turning back now, and he needs to breed me.

I float.

It’s a buzzy, wonderful feeling—a heavy, dreamy fog, and I stay there as he cleans me up and tucks in again behind me.

So I almost don’t hear it.

“Marry me.” It’s a rough, raw plea whispered against the back of my neck.

“Ford?”

He turns me around, both of us still shaking from the best sex of our lives. He’s holding a diamond solitaire ring, glinting in the moonlight coming through the gap in the curtains. “I couldn’t wait until morning. I know you’re happy living with me, and I wanted us to date for a while to give people the sense that we’re not going too fast. But I’m ready for the world to know what we already know. That you’re mine. Forever.”

I nod. “Yes.”

“I want to fill you with babies, Neely McIntosh. We’ve been playing with fire this past year. And I need you to be Mrs. Gamble by the time the first one bursts out of you.”

“Okay.”

“And there’s no denying that we’re perfect together—”

I grab his face in my hands and kiss his mouth to shut him up. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!”

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