Page 25 of Santa's Pretty Helper

“I’ve imagined you inside me so many times,” I confess, my words punctuated with the slap of our hips together. “And I never thought it could be this good.”

“My sweet girl,” he says, his eyes full of lust and love as he gazes down at me, a lock of hair falling across his sweat-dampened forehead. “All mine. My Bella. Mine.” He punctuates every word with a thrust of his hips, and I arch up to meet him.

“I’m so close,” I gasp out, clinging to him.

“You need to come?” he asks, thrusting deep inside me. I nod frantically. “You gonna be a good girl and come all over my cock?” I nod again, whimpering.

“Yes, please! Please, Gabe!”

“Such a good girl for me,” he moans, and then reaches between us, his fingers finding my throbbing clit. Pleasure shoots through me, and he fucks me so hard and deep that my breasts bounce all over the place. “Wanted you for so fucking long, Bella. I’ve thought about you and fantasized about you so much that it was like you were burned into my brain. And I always felt so fucking guilty for wanting you the way that I did. My best friend’s little sister, almost twenty years younger than me. A sweet little virgin I had no business wanting.”

“A sweet little virgin whose cherry is all over your cock,” I say, blushing furiously.

The grin that spreads across his face is pure sin. “You’re my dirty little angel, aren’t you?”

I nod. “I want to be filthy with you, Gabe. I want to be your good girl in every single way. I want to play with you on camera. I want to be your pretty little toy.”

“Fucking Christ, you’re perfect,” he groans and kisses me, fingers sliding all over my pulsing clit, his cock deep insideme, and I start to come, my pussy fluttering around him as I practically scream against his mouth.

“That’s it, come for me, sweetheart. Squeeze me with that hot little cunt.”

My pussy pulses and contracts with the most intense orgasm of my life and I feel both heavy and light at the same time. I’m sinking into the mattress yet floating. I’m tingling and glowing and completely blissed out from the pleasure pulsing through my veins.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come too,” he grits out. “Gonna fill up your sweet little pussy. Make you drip with me,” he growls, fucking me so hard that the bed creaks and I can’t quite catch my breath.

I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as Gabe Mitchell in the throes of an orgasm. The way his face contorts in pleasure, the sheen of sweat on his skin, the deep, masculine growls falling from his lips. It’s breathtaking, and erotic, and delicious, and it makes my pussy pulse around him in response.

I feel the hot splash of his come inside me, claiming me, making me his. And despite the sweat on my warm skin, it makes me shiver with desire. He comes and comes, several long spurts filling me up.

He presses his forehead to mine, chest heaving. “Holy shit,” he breathes. He drops kisses along my jaw. “Holy shit, Bella.”

“Holy shit,” I echo, and we both start to laugh. He carefully rolls onto his side, keeping his cock buried inside me, which I like. A lot.

“I love you, Bella. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you and taking care of you and making you feel good.”

My heart feels so full that I can’t breathe. My eyes sting with unshed tears, my vision slightly blurry as I meet Gabe’s gaze.

“I love you, Gabe. I’ve loved you for a long time, and all I’ve ever wanted was to be yours.”

He slides his hands up and down my back, tangling his fingers in my messy curls. “This is the best Christmas present ever.”

I giggle and then sigh as he tucks me against his chest. “I couldn’t agree more.” We stay like that for several long moments, basking in each other, our bodies sated.

“I don’t know how to tell Eric,” I say after a moment, voicing what’s been weighing on me.

“We don’t have to tell him right away,” says Gabe. “We can wait until after the holidays and keep this to ourselves for a little while.” He slips his fingers under my chin and tips my face up to his. “And we’re not doing anything wrong. He may not like it, but we’re both consenting adults.”

“And if he freaks out?” I ask, biting my lip.

He traces his thumb over my lip, pulling it free of my teeth. “Then I’ll handle him.” Relief floods me, making me feel limp.

“I like the idea of keeping this to ourselves for a little while,” I say, snuggling back into him. “Like I get to have you all to myself.”

“I know exactly what you mean.” He kisses the top of my head, and I fall asleep with his cock still inside me, wrapped around my man.

Fourteen

Gabe

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