Page 19 of A Stolen Christmas

Her eyes darkened, and a flash of anger erupted within them. She panted heavily and began to move faster, slamming her sweet ass down until she swallowed my entire cock. Her nails pricked my skin, but I loved her deep red nails digging into me. She could scratch me like a wildcat, and I wouldn't care.

I caught her swinging breast in my mouth and began to suck on her dark brown nipple. Her moan hung in the air as the sounds of our fucking filled the room. When she started to wane, I swiftly put her on her back and gripped her by her throat.

“Hold your legs up and spread that cunt for me,” I growled at her as I tightened my fingers around her neck.

As soon as she was in position, I glanced down at her pussy and began to fuck her in a deep sharp stabbing motion. When her mouth opened to cry out, I shoved my thumb into her mouth and felt her wet tongue beneath the pad of my thumb.

“I’m going to fuck this mouth soon. Suck,” I said as I drove into her.

Her lips wrapped around my thumb, and her cheeks hollowed out as she began to suck on it while rubbing her tongue beneath my thumb. My fingers gripped her face as I soaked in another image from the night. Our first night together.

I had no idea how Sirah would react to being stolen away for Christmas, but this wasn’t about my whim. She needed to vent months of aggression out, and I was more than happy to be her tool. She wouldn't be moping around anymore. I smiled and pulled my thumb out of her mouth before I wrapped it around her neck again.

“Do you like it when I fill up this tight little cunt, Sirah?” I asked as I fucked her with slow, steady strokes.

I rested one hand on the bed and pressed down on her neck until her eyes bulged with fear.

“Yes,” I hissed with pleasure as her cunt squeezed all around me. “Clench my dick like a good girl.”

“Fuck—egg cr—uuhz,” she choked out with a gurgling noise as she struggled to draw air into her lungs, but damn if she didn't choke my dick with her cunt.

“Sorry, what was that?” I said with a grin, loosening my grip on her throat to watch her open her mouth as she desperately sucked in some air.

I didn't give her a chance to recover as I planted my hand on the bed to piston my hips back and forth. My God, she didn't disappoint when her pussy began to flutter around me. She pulled her legs back to drive her hips toward me until my greedy girl got the pounding she needed.

The only thought in my mind was to cum inside her again. Within seconds she came again, and this time, I held off until I felt her gush of slippery cum around me. I did what Seth said, and deep research into procreation was to use every tactic to ensure my seed made it to her egg.

The thought of my cum impregnating Sirah made me roar as I released jet after jet of my seed inside her. My dick throbbed within its new home as she drained my balls again. I lowered my arms and buried my face in her tangle of curls.

Now, she could sleep for a few hours.

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I crept downstairs to check that everything was ready for her. She couldn't escape since my house was surrounded by walls and an iron gate with particularly nasty barbed wire on top of it. We had six days together before she was discovered missing.

I loved Christmas, and it reminded me of all the fun we used to have as children, tearing into our presents and playing together until we were tired. Only this Christmas, the toys I’d bought would have me playing with Sirah all night long.

Since I didn't want to miss any time with Sirah, caterers would bring our dinner. I would need to make a quick stop at my parents' house for Seth’s big reveal about the baby. Sirah might come with me, but it all depends on how well-behaved she is.

Then there was my mother, who would side with any woman capable of giving her grandchildren, and Katya viewed me as a fuckboy. Seth was a dickhead, and my dad always remained neutral, which was a good strategic plan to keep him out of trouble. It might not end well for me.

I studied my black and silver Christmas tree with the presents strewn all over the floor. I might have gone overboard with her gifts, but I wanted this to be our perfect first Christmas—if Sirah could overlook the fact that I kidnapped her and planned to keep her captive in my home.

Today was day one hundred and fifty-one, Christmas day.

What could go wrong?

Chapter 14

Sirah

When I woke up, I admitted defeat against Saul simply for the fact he had tied me face down with my wrists and ankles attached to his bed. The wild and dangerous antics he pulled left me bruised but also made me cum harder than I ever had in my entire life.

There were no insipid half-assed attempts to make me cum. He dragged them out of me in a way that was equally fearful and wildly exciting. However, I drew the line at waking up on Christmas morning with an oiled finger stuck up my ass.

“Do you mind?” I asked dryly.

“Mind what?” he asked as he poured something between my ass cheeks, making me clench around his finger.

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