Page 21 of Babygirl for Christmas

Before I realize what’s happening, Nick has me pressed against the wall, his lips devouring mine. He’s completely ruining my lipstick, but I don’t care one bit. I kiss him back enthusiastically, moaning into his lips. I whimper when he falls to his knees in front of me, lifting my dress and coming up short when he realizes that I’m not wearing any panties. It was supposed to be a surprise at the end of the night, but he’s decided to unwrap his gift early.

“Naughty girl,” he growls before burying his face in my hot pussy. He licks and sucks at my clit, pushing two fingers deep inside me, hitting the perfect spot with every thrust. He expertly works me over until my legs are shaky, and I’m right on the edge of release. One more flick of his tongue is all it takes.

“Oh, God, Nick!” I cry out, my orgasm rushing through me like a runaway freight train. He laps at my clit, thrusting his fingers inside me, dragging out every bit of my orgasm until my knees are weak and I can barely hold myself up.

He stands up and fixes my dress, and gives me a sweet kiss on the lips. I lick mine, tasting myself, sending my arousal spiking again. There’s something so dirty about him sharing my taste with me… I reach for his cock, but he grips my wrist and shakes his head.

“Later, we really are going to be late,” he says, adjusting himself.

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I twirlin the lobby of the theater after the show feeling light and happy. “That was amazing. Thank you, Santa.”

Nick smirks at me, then pulls me into his arms, stopping my twirling. “You’re very welcome, babygirl. With a firm grip on my ass he pulls me against him and kisses me deeply, not caring one bit that we are still in the middle of the lobby where dozens of people are milling about.

I return the kiss enthusiastically. When he pulls away, I look up into his dark eyes and see nothing but love reflected back at me. “I love you,” I blurt, then cover my mouth with my hand. That was totally not what I intended to say, though I’m not really sorry that I did. It’s true. I’m utterly and completely in love with Nicholas Peters.

His eyes widen in surprise, and for an uncomfortable moment, I think maybe I said the words too soon. It’s barely been two weeks, but it feels like we’ve been falling in love for a whole lifetime. I chew on my lip, waiting for him to say something, anything. My heart skips a beat or three as he looks at me with an expression I can’t quite read.

“You, uh… You don’t have to say anything,” I say in a rush. “I just… I know it’s soon. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I just-”

His lips crash down on mine in a searing kiss, stopping the flow of word vomit. His tongue delves past my lips as he deepens the kiss. Over and over, he kisses me, one hand flat on the small of my back, the other winding in my hair to keep me exactly where he wants me. My heart’s pounding, and my lips are swollen from his kiss when he finally pulls away so I can catch my breath.

“I love you, too, babygirl. I think I’ve loved you forever,” he admits, leaning in for another kiss, this one sweeter. So sweet and full of emotion that tears spring to my eyes. “I didn’t want to rush you. I was trying to take things slow…”

I grab the lapels of his suit jacket. “I don’t need slow. I just need you. Take me home.”

He threads his fingers through mine, and we rush out into the cold night and toward home.

It’s snowing when we get back to my house. With a growl, he throws me over his shoulder and carries me into the house like a neanderthal. I squeal when his hand crashes down on my butt in a playful spank. He doesn’t put me down until we’re in the bedroom. My pussy clenches in anticipation of what’s to come—hopefully both of us, I think with a giggle.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Cherry.” He eats me up with his eyes, and I feel as beautiful as he says I am.

He spins me around and I feel his big fingers grip the zipper of my dress. His fingertips lightly skate down my spine, causing me to shiver. Once my dress is unzipped, he slowly pushes it off of my shoulders, his lips kissing each inch revealed. I tremble when his lips kiss the small of my back just above where my panty line would be if I were wearing any.

Nick kisses further down, his lips moving seductively down toward my thigh. I squeal when he bites first one butt cheek then the other. My head falls back on a moan when he licks the abused flesh.

“Nick!” I gasp as he continues to tease me.

Alternating teasing bites with sensual licks and kisses. Once he’s had his fill, he moves lower, kissing down each of my thighs until the dress is pooling around my ankles. I step out of the dress and turn to face him. Nick’s eyes devour my naked body. I shiver at the heat in his eyes, my whole body super-charged and ready for whatever he has planned.

“Fuck, baby, look at you, standing there like a gift from heaven above. You look like an angel.”

I giggle. “I’m not sure angels stand around naked in four-inch heels.”

His lips quirk up in a smile. “Perhaps not, but you look like my kind of angel.”

“I like being yours, daddy.”

Nick growls, pulling me into his arms until there isn’t an inch of space between us. “You’ll always be mine. Only mine.”

I sigh happily. “I love you.”

His lips crash down on mine in a searing kiss. My whole body ignites in an inferno of need and desire. How one man can affect me so keenly, I have no idea, but he does. His every touch lights my skin on fire. He can just look at me, and my pussy grows wet even as my heart swells in my chest.

I want him. Not just in my bed, but in my life. He’s quickly become my everything. I should probably be worried about how fast things have moved between us, but I can’t find it in me. Everything feels so right. He’s everything I didn’t know I needed. If I admit it to myself, it’s something I needed long before I even moved home to help grandma.

“And I love you, my sweet Cherry. Lie back on the bed. I’m going to lick your sweet pussy until you scream my name, then I’m going to make love to you all night.”

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