Page 34 of He Sees You

And it always will be.

With another push of my hips, the lube slicking the way, I seat as much of the dildo inside of my husband as possible, pegging him completely.

He arches his back further, his roar muffled as he grits his teeth together.

“How’s that feel?” I ask. “You okay?”

“Fuck me,” he begs. “I want to know how it feels for you to fuck me in the ass.”

“Is that your Christmas wish, baby?”

He grunts.

I palm his his right cheek, taking my time in pulling a couple of inches out, dragging the dildo so Derek can experience the ridges and the veins.

The sound of the jingling bells basically stops as I go slowly, only to shake wildly as I thrust back in.

“I said, ‘is that your Christmas wish,’ Derek?” Again. I’m slowly building a rhythm now that’s accompanied by the bells as I do exactly what my husband asked and fuck him. “Because I’m not done playing Santa yet.”

It was my turn. And though Derek’s been sneaking me gifts since the middle of December—and he’s been putting his Santa suit to good use in a whole new way since I’ve discovered I have a bit of a Santa kink… as long as that Santa is my husband—I’ve been doing the same for him, even if he insists that I don’t have to do it.

I don’t have to. Iwantto.

Why wouldn’t I when, in answer to my question, he pants out, “All I wanted for Christmas this year is the same thing I wanted last year:you.”

My heart swells as I pick up my pace, the bells constantly ringing as I keep on moving my hips, gripping onto Derek’s for purchase. “You have me, baby.”

“And you have my ring on your finger to prove it,” he says, his voice dropping low into something like a growl. “But I need all of you. And, fuck it, I need younow.”

He’s quick. Before I even realize what he’s about to do, he’s jerked forward, removing the dildo from his ass so quickly, I know he had to be feeling it—and not in a good way. He doesn’t seem to notice or care, though, as he swivels on his knees so that we’re face-to-face.

Derek’s right hand is on his cock. He’s stroking it, a bead of pre-come forming on the tip, and I know that he’s close to coming. When I came up with the idea of taking his fascination with ass play a little further by pegging him as part of his Christmas gift, I did my research. If I hit the right spot, I couldget him to come by penetration alone, and from the look of it, I nearly did.

But my husband has his fixations. I’m the most obvious one, of course, but when it comes to our intimacy, he has one firm, fast rule: if he’s coming, it’s in me. Whether he’s blowing his load in my pussy as he creampies me or he expects me to swallow every last drop after I go down on him, it doesn’t matter. His insistence that he belongs to me extends to his jizz. If he’s masturbating because we can’t be alone, that’s excusable, but if I’m there? He’s giving it to me.

He’s still trying to knock me up. He hasn’t managed to yet, and we’re both of the mindset that if it happens, it happens. It’s not like either of us are dying to have kids or anything. Derek just has this insane idea that, if he breeds me, I’m tied to him for life.

Marriage can technically end. Divorce technically exists. I couldtechnicallyleave him, though he’s already proven time and time again that he’ll never allow that. But if we have kids? A little human that’s part-Derek, part-Dove… he’s convinced that I would never be able to escape him then.

And no amount of assurance will tell him otherwise. I guess that’s what happens when you fall for a man with abandonment issues from a deadbeat father and a mother that died too young, but that’s okay.

Officer Derek Coleman might be insane, but he’s mine, and I wouldn’t have him any other way.

Of course, when I see how close he is, I understand why he forces me to pull the dildo out of him. Using his free hand, he grabs the strap, twisting it this way and that until he’s managed to tug it off one of my hips.

Seeing the desperation in his dark green eyes, his need to make me his again this Christmas, I show him some mercy and quickly remove the other side of the strap. Letting the used dildofall to the bed, I make a mental note to sterilize it later for future use seconds before Derek lunges for me.

He kisses me even as he grips his cock and finds the entrance to my pussy with his eyes closed. I’m so hot and wet, he slips, prodding me in my own asshole with the slippery head of his cock. For a heartbeat, I think he’s doing a little tit-for-that, taking my ass tonight after I took his, but he rights himself even as our teeth clash in a kiss so passionate, reckless, and raw, I nearly bite my own tongue.

Once he’s inside of me, he lets go of his shaft. Then, reaching beneath me with both of his hands, he pushes my back until our chests are pressed together. Guiding me to wrap my legs around his waist, Derek lifts me up easily, climbing off of the bed while I cling to him.

When I was younger and much less experienced, I was self-conscious about letting guys try to pick me up. The first time I told Derek I was too heavy and to put me down, the arrogant bastard fuckingbench-pressedme, then ordered me to sit on his face to prove that I’ll never be too heavy for him.

Now? After a year of this man loving me, I don’t even bat an eye as he carries me into the living room where our Christmas tree is. What’s even more impressive is how he’s only using one hand to keep me on his dick. My arms are thrown over his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his trim waist, so I’m doing my part to hang on as he buries himself inside of me, but there’s a reason why Derek is only clutching my ass with one hand.

Because in his other? He has my camera.

Where did that come from? I see it as he lowers us both to the floor, setting the camera down beside us. I guess I was too distracted to notice him grabbing it, and when he lets go of it, using his hands to knead my tits instead, I forget all about it again until long after I come—and only then did Derek finally let himself do the same.

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