Page 124 of Dirty Little Christmas
“You want to know how many times I got myself off while I watched you?” I ask, my knuckles white around the steering wheel. “You want to know how many times I thought about fucking you while I did it? What is it you want to know, baby?”
“I…” she trails off, licking her lips.
“Tell me, pretty baby. I have no secrets from you.”
“I want you to show me.”
My fucking cock throbs, cum spilling into my boxers.
“Fuck,” I groan, bucking my hips.
Her green eyes meet mine. “Show me what you did, Lachlan.”
“You want to watch me?”
“You watched me.” Her cheeks flush, her eyes dilating. “For weeks, you t-touched yourself while you watched me. You looked at me and got yourself off. I want to see.”
If she wants to watch me, who the fuck am I to tell her no? I’m lucky she’s even still sitting beside me after what I just confessed. If watching me keeps her here, I'll let her watch.
Christ, I'll give her anything to keep her here.
I release my grip on the steering wheel, fumbling with my zipper with shaking hands. My cock is rock hard, straining against the fabric of my jeans. I pull it out, my fist wrapped around the thick shaft.
Her soft gasp has precum spilling from the tip.
"Is this what you want to see, pretty baby?" I rasp, slowly stroking myself from root to tip. "You want to watch me touch my cock while I tell you all the things I imagined doing to you?"
She nods, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of my hand gliding up and down my shaft.
"I thought about bending you over your desk and fucking you from behind while you tried to work," I confess in a low, gravelly voice. "Pulling your hair and spanking that perfect ass until you screamed my name."
She squirms in her seat. The scent of her arousal fills the cab of the truck, going straight to my cock.
I stroke faster, squeezing tighter.
"I imagined pinning you against the wall in my office, your legs wrapped around my waist as I pounded into your tight little cunt until you forgot your own name. All you'd remember is me."
"Oh God…" she whimpers, chafing her thighs together.
"Can you see it, pretty baby? Me holding you up with one arm while I fuck you senseless?”
“Y-yes,” she whispers.
My balls draw up at her confirmation, threatening to erupt. But not yet…not until she knows what fantasy really drove me fucking wild.
"I thought about breeding that sweet little cunt of yours," I growl, my hand flying over my shaft as I tell her the truth. "I imagined fucking my baby into your belly and watching it swell with my child, knowing every single person would see the proof that you're mine now, body and soul."
“Lachlan, you…you really want that?” she whispers, her eyes glazed with lust as her hand drifts between her thighs.
“More than my next fucking breath,” I snarl, squeezing my cock. "I want to fill that tight pussy with my cum and breed you over and over again until there's no doubt who you belong to. WhoIbelong to."
"Oh my god, Lachlan." She rocks her hips, grinding her palm against her clit through her pants and panting for breath, her eyes still locked on me.
"That’s what you really want for Christmas too, isn’t it, pretty baby? To havemycum leaking out of your needy cunt andmybaby growing in your belly?"
"Yes!" she moans, writhing in her seat. "Yes, I want it! Lachlan, please." She reaches out with her free hand, her fingertips grazing the head of my cock.
That simple touch is my undoing.