Page 24 of He Sees You

Again. He pulls out, thrusts, and seats himself, keeping the connection. “But that’s okay. I don’t want to leave the warmth of this pussy ever again. Shit. If I could go on patrol with you wrapped around my hips, I would. But since I can’t, I’ll just haveto fuck you so thoroughly, you remember my cock and weep for it whenever we have to be separated.”

That’s too much for me, and I don’t just mean the way he’s possessing me with his dick. I’m so glad I can’t see his face right now as he goes from bottoming out inside of me to slowly rocking into me, the same way that I developed a rhythm with the mounted dildo earlier.

I’ve always wanted someone to love me so desperately, they couldn’t stand the idea of being apart. Logically, I know that that’s not possible. No matter how much you love someone, you need time and space away from them otherwise you’ll feel stifled. Suffocated.

But if Derek can be believed, he doesn’t want just one night… He seems to wantforever.

Oh, well. One night is all I can offer him. Just this Christmas Eve, and since I only really agreed to this because it’s my way to earn a ‘get out of jail free’ card for the holiday, I decide to enjoy the sensation of the buff, strong, powerful cop fucking me from behind for as long as I can.

Shit. I forgot how incredible it feels to be fucked by a man and not a toy. With a dildo, you only feel the pressure and intrusion that comes with being penetrated. When your lover is real, there’s the heat of his back as he bends over your body, the way his fingers dig into your ass and your hips as he pins you in place to take him, the scratchy leg hairs as he presses his against yours, keeping you under him… it’s the warmth inside of you as his hot blood keeps his dick hard, and the melody of his grunts as he pounds into you.

It’s everything and nothing, it’s the act of possession and the feeling of not being alone on Christmas…

It’s pretending, if only for a night, that a man could be so obsessed with you, he’d stalk you for months, leave you gifts, threaten to cut off the hands of a man who touched youinappropriately, and spend his Christmas Eve talking you into fucking him as if you were a fucking prize he needed to win…

In the light of day, I’ll know how absolutely insane all of that is. It’s insane if he’s really that obsessed. It’s insane if I’m that narcissistic and full of myself. It’s really insane if this is just one sleeping pill-induced fantasy…

Who knows? Maybe it is. Maybe, on Christmas Day, I’ll come to my senses. Maybe I’ll contact Sammy and Nadine the day after, give back the Eclipse, and resign myself to spending the next decade instead working toward my dream…

But right now, as Derek slips his fingers under our bodies so that he can pluck my clit, rub it, play with it, pinch it until I’m about to come along with him, I grip the sheets on my mattress and hold on for dear life as my formerly secret Santa unloads himself deep inside of me before he collapses onto my sweat-soaked mattress, taking me with him there, too.

Delirious and well-pleasured as my orgasm hits at last, I have one last coherent thought—and it’s my own rewritten lyric to the classic Christmas song Derek sang to me before.

Santa Claus is comingtonight…

Yes. Yes, he did.

NINE

BABY, IT’S COLD OUTSIDE

DEREK

Merry fucking Christmas indeed.

I knew it. I justknewit. If Dove proved to be a lousy lay, I still would be obsessed with her. I’d have to work harder to teach her how to milk my cock the way I like, but as I spoon her, my spent dick shoved snuggly inside of her pussy because I’m not willing to leave the warmth of her body just yet, I grin into her hair.

I’ve had some good pussy over the years. But something about the way she gripped me as I fucked her from behind… it was like her body was made to be fucked by me. She responded to every thrust, my good girl, my precious Dove, and her ass was so soft, so luscious, I probably left imprints of my fingerprints in her flesh considering how much I squeezed her as I pounded into her.

And she took it all. Everything I had, including all of my come as I finished deep inside of her.

Did she expect me to pull out? Probably. She might even have thought that I pulled a condom out of my Santa suit after I stripped, but if so, she was wrong. I refuse to have anythingbetween the two of us, and if she asked, I would’ve made that perfectly clear.

But she didn’t ask. Proving that Dove Yarrow has a need to obey her cop—even if she’s not ready to admit that Iamher cop just yet—she got on her hands and knees almost immediately after I ordered her to.

I had to fuck her like that. In my dreams and my countless fantasies, I always imagined taking her missionary the first time. I wanted to see her face as I fucked her, the same way it turned me on to know she’d have to look into mine as I claimed her. But when I remembered how earlier tonight she assumed the same position, backing up to fuck the Christmas dildo, my possessive side—irrationally jealous of the sex toyIhad made of my own damn dick—insisted that I got to do the same thing.

And it was everything I hoped it would be, if not even more amazing because the instant I lodged the head of my cock inside of her, I knew I was home.

To keep the connection, I gripped her around the waist once I finished, lifting her easily so that I could spread us out on her bed together. I’m at her back, though I’ve thrown one leg over both of hers, trapping her in front of me as I slowly, leisurely, contentedly thrust enough to remind her that I own this pussy—and I always will.

She lets me. I’d like to think I’m decent enough that, if she reached behind her and tried shoving me away, I’d reluctantly pull out. When there’s a difference between persuading my precious Dove to fuck me andforcingher… she didn’t do anything she didn’t want to do, and I’ll stand by that.

I’m also insane, by the way. Probably certifiable, though I’m not about to see a therapist or anything.

I just want this woman, and now I have her.

So, yeah. Merry fucking Christmas.

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