Page 17 of Babygirl for Christmas

“I won’t break. Give me all of you, daddy. Take me. Claim me…”

The next thrust is harder… then he’s fucking me just how we both want. He yanks my bra cups down, revealing my breasts to his mouth and hands. He nips and pinches and tugs on my nipples, sending a line of pleasure straight to my clit. Every tug and every thrust brings me closer and closer to the edge.

“Daddy!” I gasp, my orgasm right there ready to overtake me. “I’m gonna come…”

“That’s a good girl, come all over daddy’s cock. Let me feel this tight little pussy clench around me.”

Those dirty words are all I need to be sent flying. The orgasm hits me like a tsunami, crashing into the shore and devastating the land. It crashes over me, breaking down everything that I was and rebuilding me into something else altogether. I’m no longer just Cherry… I’m Nick’s, and he’s mine.

He buries himself deep inside me, and I feel his cock jerk as he empties rope after rope of his come inside me. There is a brief moment of panic at not having the whole protection talk, but I’m too blissed out to really consider the ramifications.

Nick slowly pulls out making us both groan at the loss. I whimper when he gets a warm cloth and cleans me tenderly. Then he arranges me on the pillows and curls around my body from behind. I’m out within seconds. Sleep stealing away all of my thoughts.

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Nick

My phone ringingdrags me from a dead sleep. Cherry is curled on her side, her sexy little ass pressed against me, her cold feet shoved between my legs for warmth. I quickly extract myself from the bed, hoping to catch the call before it wakes her. Today is her only day off this week, and I don’t want to ruin it by making her wake up early.

“Hello,” I answer quietly, taking my pile of clothes to the other room. I quickly get dressed as I listen to the person on the other end of the phone explain that their heater isn’t working. I can’t help but smile as I remember my last emergency call. Definitely the best emergency call I’ve ever had.

“Okay, Mr. Raines, I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”

I finish getting dressed and write Cherry a quick note, not wanting her to worry as to why I left her in bed without telling her. I set the note on my pillow, lean in and give her a gentle kiss and pull the covers up over her so she doesn’t catch a chill. She stirs but then settles right back to sleep.

The call takes longer than I had hoped. It’s almost noon before I have Mr. Raine’s furnace fixed. I leave with a warning that he will need to upgrade his old unit sooner rather than later.

I make a quick stop at my place and grab a couple changes of clothes. Cherry’s got the Christmas tree lights on, and I can hear Christmas music coming from inside. I smile, loving that her love for the holiday is slowly but surely coming back to her.

I juggle the bags in my hands and knock on the door.

“Who is it?” she calls from the other side of the door.

“Santa.”

I hear a little squee before she flings the door open and takes me in with a smile. I’m holding a box that is wrapped with the same paper all the other boxes have been wrapped in.

“I knew it was you!” she says excitedly. She throws herself into my arms, causing everything in my hands to crash to the ground.

Cherry kisses me with sweet little pecks over and over. “Thank you, thank you…” she says a thank you for each of the seven gifts she’s gotten and then a long, lingering kiss for number eight even though she has no clue what it is yet.

I kiss her back, loving her enthusiasm. Our tongues dance together. I grip her ass picking her up so she’s able to wrap her legs around me. I carry her inside because she’s not dressed for the cold. Finally, we break apart, and she gives me a mega-watt smile.

“Thank you, Nick… I-”

I chuckle. “I’m pretty sure you already said thank you, baby.”

“It’s just… you have no idea what this all means to me. I was so lost in my grief. You’ve helped me crawl out of that and showed me that life can still be good even with a broken heart.”

I hug her close. “I’ll always be here to help you see the good in life.”

She looks up at me with watery eyes. “Promise?”

“Yes, babygirl,” I promise.

She may think it’s an empty promise, but I mean every word. This isn’t a temporary thing. Cherry is mine, and I plan on keeping her forever. She’s my heart. The very breath in my lungs. She’s my everything.

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