Page 20 of Babygirl for Christmas

I groan as she licks her lips, making sure to grab up any bit of my taste she might’ve missed. My control snaps. I flip her to her back and dive into her soaked cunt. I suck her clit between my lips, letting the sharp edge of my teeth tease the sensitive bundle of nerves. Cherry arches her back, her fingers threading through my hair as she moans, holding me to her pussy as if I could stop even if she wanted me to.

I’m obsessed with her flavor. I could eat her pussy all day, every day, and never feel fully sated. I work her to a quick, hard orgasm. She screams my name, thrashing on the bed. Before her orgasm is even over, I’m thrusting into her quivering heat. I fuck her hard and fast, like a feral beast getting his first taste of heaven in years.

We both reach our peaks at the same time, moaning our releases. I collapse to the bed beside her and pull her close. Our breaths finally slow, and for a minute, I think Cherry has fallen asleep, but she’s just quietly resting against my chest, her head over my heart.

“Are you okay?”

She gives me a shy smile. “I’m perfect…” Her smile falls a few seconds later. “I feel guilty.”

I give her a confused look. “Whatever do you have to feel guilty about, love?”

She sighs, “Because I’m happy. It feels like a betrayal to grandma.”

“Oh, babygirl, no,” I say, holding her tight to my chest. “She wouldn’t want you to drown in your grief. That’s not who she was. She’d want you to carve out a slice of happiness just for you.”

Cherry sniffles. “It just feels wrong to be so happy when she’s gone.”

“I know it’s hard, but it’s what she would want. There’s nothing to feel guilty about. I think she’d be happy to know that you’re happy.”

“You think?”

“I know so, babygirl.”

She goes quiet for a long while. Her stomach rumbles, and I decide it’s time to get up and take care of my girl’s other needs. “Hungry?”

“Starved,” she answers as her stomach growls again.

“What sounds good?”

“Chinese food… especially orange chicken and crab rangoon.”

I inwardly smile, knowing that she just requested her all-time favorite meal. “With fried rice and Chinese donuts.”

She smiles and I feel like I just won the lottery. “How on Earth do you know that?”

“We used to come over for dinner sometimes, remember? That was always your order.”

She looks at me, shocked. “You remember that?”

“Baby, I remember everything there is to know about you.”

The smile that spreads on her face lights her up from the inside out. My heart thumps in my chest, feeling the love inside me grow to near bursting. What she hasn’t yet realized is that my obsession isn’t just that… I’m in love with Cherry Wilson.

15

CHERRY

The last weekhas been the best week of my life. Today is Christmas Eve, and instead of feeling depressed about missing grandma, I feel happy and not one little bit guilty about that. Things with Nick are better than ever. I expected that once he revealed to me that he’s my Santa, the surprises would stop. I was wrong. Every day a new gift was delivered. Each one was more perfect than the last.

One of my favorites is the pair of dangly earrings that are miniature snow globes. They are beautiful and just plain fun. He also got me an ugly Christmas sweater that I proudly wore to work yesterday. Another gift was a new pair of snow boots—after I busted my butt wearing my dressy boots. He found out I don’t own snow boots, and of course, the next gift was a pair, and the note said, “Only I get to redden your ass. -Santa.” It made me giggle.

I swipe another layer of mascara on my eyelashes, then take a step back and admire my handiwork. Not half bad. Tonight, we are using my favorite of all the gifts—tickets to The Nutcracker.

“Are you ready, babygirl? We’re going to be late.”

“Yep,” I say, coming out of the bathroom. His jaw drops as he takes in my little black dress and sky-high heels. I giggle at the look on his face. He’s dumbstruck, and I love it. I feel beautiful and desired.

“You look…” he starts, then shakes his head as if coming out of a dream. “Fucking delicious.”

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