Page 129 of Dirty Little Christmas

"You have no idea," I rasp. Inch by excruciatingly perfect inch, I push deeper. “This perfect cunt was made to be stuffed full of my cock."

“Show me,” she demands, her head falling back against the sofa.

I slowly withdraw before sliding back in, my eyes locked on her face to check for any signs of discomfort. But there are none as she arches up, gasping my name. Her nails rake down my back as she lifts her hips, taking me deeper.

"Fuck yes, just like that." I rock into her, hitting that magic spot that makes her sob. "You like feeling me deep in this perfect body, pretty baby?"

"Yes!" she cries, throwing her head back. "I love it."

Planting my knees into the cushions for leverage, I hook one of her legs around my hip and fuck her harder. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes in the room, pulling another sob from her lips.

She arches her back, pressing her tits against my chest as she meets me thrust for thrust. "Please," she whimpers. "I want you to b-breed me."

Her sweet plea shreds the last of my control, shearing it in two. I snarl like a feral beast unleashed, slamming into her. The force of my thrusts shoves her up the sofa, her breasts bouncing wildly with every brutal thrust.

I grip her hips tight, pinning her in place as I take what's mine. "You want my cum, pretty baby?" I growl, punctuating each word with another hard thrust. "You want me to breed you full of my fucking babies?"

"Yes!" she screams, thrashing beneath me.

I slide my hands under her perfect ass, tilting her hips up to take me even deeper. The head of my cock kisses her cervix with every drive, making her eyes roll back in ecstasy. I feel her cunt clenching around me, squeezing me like a fucking fist.

"That's it, pretty baby. Milk my cock," I command, pounding into her so hard the couch screeches across the hardwood floor beneath us. Sweat drips down my chest and back as I take her, grunting and snarling with the effort. "Wring every last drop of cum from my balls until I've painted your fucking womb with it."

"Oh God!" she wails, thrashing beneath me as her orgasm slams into her out of nowhere. Her cunt clenches around me like a vise, rippling and pulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes through her.

It feels like fucking heaven.

And then she tops it.

"I love you!" she chants, her head thrashing from side to side. "I love you. I love you. Oh God, Lachlan, I love you!"

Those three little words send me careening over the edge with her. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, sucking and biting at her sensitive skin as my goddamn soul tries to leave my body. I spill into her again and again, giving her every damn drop I have.

I collapse on top of her, panting harshly against her sweat-slicked skin. She wraps her arms and legs around me, holding me close as we both try to catch our breath. I feel her pussy still fluttering around my cock, milking the last drops of cum from me.

"You're the best Christmas present I've ever had," she whispers, her voice soft.

I lift my head to glance down at her, brushing a damp strand of hair from her flushed face. "I'm not your Christmas present, pretty baby," I murmur, chuckling. She’s getting every damn thing she’s ever wanted for Christmas.

A soft smile plays on her kiss-swollen lips. "Yeah, you are,” she insists. “You were what I really wanted. More than anything. I was just afraid to ask for it."

My heart clenches at her sweet words. I exhale a shaky breath, sending up a silent thanks to Santa for coming through for me. He gave me exactly what I wanted—her in my arms, wearing my ring.

Chapter Seven

Caitlin

“Ride me, pretty baby,” Lachlan growls, thrusting his hand into my hair as he rocks me on his lap. “Bounce on my fucking cock until you’re coming all over me again.”

I moan, my head falling back as I lift up and drop down, eager to obey. Unable to stop myself from obeying. All day long, I’ve given him exactly what he wants. I lost track hours ago of how many times he’s been inside me.

He’s on a mission to get me pregnant, and I’m not about to stop him. I feel like I’m living a fairytale. Only, this is real life. I’m really here right now, with Lachlan’s ring on my finger as he thrusts into me.

“Goddamn, you take me so well, baby,” he groans, slipping his free hand between us to play with my clit.

“Lachlan,” I sob, my inner walls fluttering around his hard cock. “I’m going to—”

"I'm home!" a girl—Lyric—shouts two seconds before the front door closes. "Where are you?"

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