Page 52 of Dirty Little Christmas

"Yes," she moans.

"Then you'll love it when I'm fucking you." I lift my hips, sliding a little deeper.

She cries out in shock, clawing at my shoulders.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," I chuckle, leaning forward to kiss the tip of her nose. She's so fucking cute. Even when she has my dick hard enough to break off, she's adorable. "Sit on my cock, December. All the way."

She moans and sinks down, taking me all the way to the hilt.

I growl her name as her ass comes to rest against my hips.

"Fuck, good girl." I press my forehead to hers, reeling at how good she feels. At how well she's doing. At how perfect she is. "God, you're perfect, sweet December."

"You feel pretty perfect, too," she moans.

"No." I tip her chin up until her eyes meet mine. "I didn't say you feel perfect. I said youareperfect.You are perfect."

"Alaric," she whispers.

"Your smile lights up the entire fucking world. I know because it lit mine." I press my lips to hers. "Your laugh brought me comfort when nothing else did. I didn't understand it then, but I get it now, angel. You're a piece of me. You're my heart."

"Don't say it if you don't mean it," she pleads quietly.

"Look at me, sweet girl."

Her watery eyes meet mine.

"I love you."

She sobs my name.

I catch the sound with my lips against hers, holding her to my chest. I make love to her slowly, sweetly, showing her with my body exactly how perfectly we fit together. We move in unison,grinding against each other, driving each other higher. Her nails scrape down my back. My hand tangles in her hair.

When she's on the edge, I slip my hand between our bodies again, pressing my thumb to her clit. "Ride me now, angel," I growl, leaning back to watch her take her pleasure from me. "Make yourself come."

"Alaric."

"Do it," I growl.

She jumps to obey, pressing her hands to my thighs to give herself leverage. Her tongue peeks from between her teeth as she lifts herself and drops back down, rolling her hips. Her tits bounce every time she lands against my thighs, a soft cry of ecstasy escaping her lips.

I watch in awe as she takes what she needs from me, moving like a goddess on my lap. She's not clumsy or awkward in this moment. She's a temptress, shining as bright as the sun. My thumb runs in circles around her clit as she rises and falls harder and then faster, racing toward the edge.

My name falls from her lips in a soft chant.

And when she shatters, I break with her. Her thighs lock around my hips, her head falling back on a sharp cry of bliss. Her cunt pulses around my cock, milking the cum from my balls. I grip her hips, pounding into her as I release into her again and again, draining my fucking soul into her.

She collapses against my chest in a sweaty, sated heap.

"I love you," I whisper, making sure she knows I meant every word. "I love you."

"Alaric," she breathes, her lips curving into a sweet smile against my throat.

Fuck. This is already the best Christmas I've ever had, and it's not even Christmas yet.

Chapter Thirteen

December

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