Page 28 of Santa's Pretty Helper

She moans and eagerly sucks my cock into her mouth. My hand tightens in her hair as I start to use her mouth, working her up and down my cock.

“Relax your throat, sweet girl. Let me in. Breathe through your nose and relax.” She does as she’s told and I’m able to slide in deeper. I don’t think I’ll ever get in all the way—I’m too big and her mouth is too small. But she’s taking more of me than she ever has before right now, and it feels so good that I’m not able to hold my orgasm back. “Fuck, Bella,” I groan, fucking in and out of her sweet mouth, pleasure pounding down my spine and tightening my balls. “Your mouth is perfect. You’re such a good girl for me, letting me use your mouth to make my cock feel good. Such a good fucking girl. Gonna come. Swallow every drop, sweet girl. It’s all for you.”

My orgasm slams into me and I groan loudly, shooting a rope of come into her mouth. She sucks and swallows eagerly, moaning around me. I spurt again, and again, and it feels so good that nothing else exists for me in that moment. It’s just me and Bella and her perfect mouth, her little mews and moans as she swallows down my come.

I haul her into my lap and kiss her deeply, tasting myself on her tongue. “Nothing feels as good as being with you, Bella,” I whisper against her hips.

“The feeling is mutual,” she answers with a little giggle, and I kiss her again before tossing her onto the couch beside me.

“Hands and knees, ass in the air,” I say. I’m bossing her around, but I keep my tone gentle. “Time for your reward for being such a good girl.”

She flips onto her hands and knees, pressing her cheek into the couch cushions while lifting her cute ass into the air. I kneel behind her and caress her ass cheeks, filling my palms with them, kneading them. She moans softly as I kiss each cheek before spreading them apart, and I lick up her crack.

“Oh god,” she whimpers, squirming already. Leaning in, I start kissing all around her cute little hole, licking and sucking gently. “Oh, Gabe. Oh my god.”

I pull her cheeks farther apart and gently lick her asshole, over and over again, sucking gently after each lick. I tease my tongue around her hole, watching her relax and open up for me.

“Hold yourself open for me, sweetheart,” I say, and she does, holding her cheeks apart for me. I keep licking and sucking, slow and gentle as my fingers find their way between her legs and to her wet, swollen pussy. I groan when I feel how wet she is, my fingers sliding over her. I start to pet her in long, slow strokes that match the rhythm of what my tongue’s doing to her ass.

“This is mine,” I say, gently pinching her swollen clit and making her squeal. I slip a finger inside her and curl it. “This is mine.” I lick her ass again before thrusting the tip of my tongue inside. “This is mine.” I start to slowly fuck her ass with my tongue while keeping up my slow, petting strokes over her pussy. I can feel her thighs shaking.

“I love the way your body opens for me, Bella. You’re like a beautiful flower in bloom,” I say, pulling back slightly to stare at her asshole. It’s slightly open now, relaxed, and I dive back in, licking and sucking just like I’d do to her pussy. I can feel her clit throbbing against my fingers as I stroke her, as I rub my palm over her. “My pretty little toy.”

My words seem to send her over the edge and she comes, hard. I can feel both her pussy and her ass spasm against my mouth and hand, and I groan as she comes for me.

She flops down onto the couch, completely spent, and I give her ass a playful smack. She giggles and rolls over, and I pull her into my lap. She cuddles into me instantly and I kiss her softly.

“I will never get tired of making you come,” I say, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. “I’ll be a decrepit old man and I’ll be chasing you around with my cane at my side, begging for a taste of your pussy. I might play with you, telling you you’re my toy, telling you that your pussy is mine, but the truth is that you own me, fully and completely.”

Her pretty green eyes are soft and warm. “Gabe,” she says quietly, her fingers on my cheek. “I love you so much. I love the way you fuck me, and I love the way you take care of me. And more than that, I love you for who you are. Your passion and your dedication to your job, your loyalty, your intelligence. You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted.”

“And I’m the only man you’re going to have.” I heave a breath and the words spill out of my mouth. “Bella, I know this is soon, but can I take you ring shopping?”

“Ring shopping?” she asks, her mouth forming a perfect O. “Like, you mean for a—“

“An engagement ring. Yes.”

“When?”

“How does the 26th work for you?”

She laughs, happiness and incredulity in her eyes. “I must be dreaming.”

“You’re not. I’m serious, Bella. I’m all in. I’m madly in love with you and want to spend forever with you. I’m never letting you go.”

“Well, then, I guess you’d better buy me a ring.”

Fifteen

Bella

Christmas has always been my favorite time of year, and the events of the past few weeks have only cemented that for me. From the Christmas tree decorating party to discovering Gabe on OnlySantas, to dressing up in my festive lingerie to confess my feelings for him, to getting the biggest and best gift I could’ve ever hoped for—finding out Gabe’s just as nuts for me as I am for him—this is by far the best Christmas of my entire life.

Gabe and I arrive at my parents’ house together under the guise of him picking me up because it’s on the way. I mean, it sort of is, but it’s not the truth because I practically live at his place now. I’m not sure what my parents and Eric would think if they knew how quickly we’re moving, even though we’ve both had feelings for each other for a long time now. And I know that today isn’t the day to tell them. I don’t want to make today about me. We’ll tell them about our relationship after the holidays.

Gah, we might be engaged by then, seeing as Gabe wants to go ring shopping on Boxing Day.

How is this my life? Six weeks ago, I was Bella Holland, the shy girl with a crush on her older brother’s best friend. And now, Gabe and I are in love, talking about getting engaged, and having all kinds of filthy sex on the regular. Honestly, if this is a dream, no one pinch me because I never ever want to wake up.

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