Page 22 of A Stolen Christmas

“Ready to take my seed into your womb, Sirah,” I grunted against her cheek once I pulled away from her mouth.

“No,” she gasped out, but all it took was squeezing her throat and driving into her a few more times until she came for me.

I held myself against her ass as I released my cum inside her imagining it flooding her insides. All she did was help me along as her final contractions drained me.

“You’re a creepy bastard, Saul,” she said as she tried to wiggle beneath me.

“Mmm, all you’re doing is helping me shove all of my cum deeper inside your hot little cunt,” I said, rocking my hips against her writhing little ass. I chuckled when she instantly stopped moving.

Sharing Christmas with Sirah was more illuminating than I thought because it hit home how lonely my last few had been. Attending parties or hitting popular night spots had become tiresome. When I decorated both my houses for Sirah, I took my time to choose everything with her potential preferences in mind.

Now that I had her with me, I knew I would do whatever it took to keep her.

Chapter 16

Sirah

When he finally moved his weight off me, I shivered as he took his warmth with him. I winced when I felt his cum drip out of me, causing his words to swirl around in my mind. He began to untie my wrist, and I scowled at him.

“What did you do to my pills, and did you steal my underwear?” I gritted out.

I thought the washing machine was swallowing up my clothes. Now that I knew I had a crazy as fuck creepy landlord, it all made sense. His lazy smile played on his lips, but he didn't answer me as he freed my wrist.

My eyes dropped down to his flaccid dick. It hung down like a hefty elephant trunk between his legs. My pussy was aching, but like a glutton for punishment, the desire for more was still there. Ryan was barely half his size. I slowly sat up and stretched my back when Saul shoved a T-shirt over my head.

“I’m going to run a bath for you. There is a toothbrush in the bathroom for you,” he said before he kissed my cheek.

By the time I put the T-shirt on, he was gone. I stood up to walk towards the balcony, ignoring the damp mess between my legs and the butt plug in my ass. His house must be huge if the garden was anything to compare it to.

There was a light layer of snow, which made the morning appear brighter against the cloudy sky. Part of me had been dreading being home alone for Christmas. I didn't want to think about Ryan, but it would have been inevitable. Three years of dating and two years of marriage were still a large part of my life.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” Saul said as he stood behind me, startling me from my gloomy thoughts.

He placed his hand over my belly, and when he pressed himself against me, I could feel his dick begin to harden.

“You keep that thing away from me unless you are wearing a condom,” I said, then frowned at the fact that I gave him permission to fuck me.

I was about to face him, but his other hand gripped my neck. The feel of his large hand on my bruised flesh made me clench my pussy. His hand slipped from my belly and moved between my legs to rub my clit. His touch was gentle as his fingers brushed against my wet pussy.

“The bath is to ensure you're not too sore, but the only place I am cumming is inside this beautiful pussy, not in a condom,” he said as he slipped his fingers into my pussy. “Aren't you glad it's a white Christmas?” he whispered in my ear.

I was too gobsmacked to answer, but it didn’t stop my heart from beating faster at the many implications of his words.

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I lay on top of his back in his giant bathtub, and even though he had a hard-on, he let me enjoy the hot bath in peace. He washed every inch of me except for my hair. He was a convenient creepy bastard because he had all my brand of toiletries right down to the natural fluoride-free toothpaste I used. He sighed heavily as he released my breast. His deep inhalation caused me to rise and fall on his chest.

“What? Do you have to kidnap someone else for New Year's Eve?” I asked sarcastically.

I used my quiet time in the tub to deduce that he had access to my home, my laptop, and my medication. I don't know how he bypassed my laptop password, but he was a billionaire, and he could have had it hacked by someone. It probably didn't help that I used one word for all of my passwords but different variations of it.

“You're my first and last kidnapping target. If you're a good girl, we can go and visit my family later on,”

My head jerked up, and I almost grinned when I felt it connect against him hard enough for him to grunt.

“Do your family know that you abducted me?”

“Of course not,” he said as I saw him rubbing his nose.

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