Page 51 of Dirty Little Christmas
We fall into a heap on one of the thousand fucking chairs in this house. Her bra goes first, followed by my shirt. They land on the floor at our feet, the scattered remnants of our feast. And I do feast. Fuck, I gorge myself on her delectable body. On her perfect mouth.
I attack her lips again and again, drinking from her mouth like she's a thousand-dollar bottle of wine. She drinks from mine the same way, practically purring on my lap. Her hands run all over my chest and back, setting my fucking soul on fire.
"Never again," I growl, lifting my hips to work on my jeans. "You're never allowed to take your fucking hands off me again."
"Deal," she whispers. And then, ah, Jesus. Her mouth. That perfect mouth follows her hands, kissing a trail down my chest.
I practically sob when my goddamn button finally slips free, allowing me to yank my jeans down my hips. My cock springs free, so hard it hurts. Christ, I hurt for her. I taste her on my tongue. Feel the heat of her cunt against my thigh. She's everywhere, and I'm dying the sweetest death.
"Alaric," she whines, her eyes flashing to mine when I delve my hand into her hair, craning her head back.
"I need in you, angel."
"Yes."
"I don't have a condom."
"I…I'm not on birth control."
I smile…fucking smile as I lift her up my body to grind her on my cock.
"Good because I just decided what I want for Christmas."
"W-what?"
"I want to breed you, December," I whisper against her ear. "I'm putting my kid in you for Christmas."
"Alaric," she sobs, trembling in my arms.
"Be a good girl and make sure you take every drop, angel." I nip her lobe, my balls throbbing at the thought of getting this girl pregnant with my kid. I want it. Hell, I want everything with her. The big, happy family. The fucking spoiled dog and asshole cat. Christmas traditions and stupid arguments over who gets to empty the dishwasher. She's been mine for six years. We just didn't know it then. We weren't ready then. We are now.
I grip my shaft in one hand, bringing it to her entrance.
"Sink down on me slowly, angel," I whisper. "It's going to hurt."
She bites her lip and nods, wiggling until she's hovering over the head of my cock. She winces slightly when she places her knee on the chaise beside me, but quickly shifts her weight off of it and then nods again, letting me know she's ready.
"Kiss me," I breathe.
Her lips tangle with mine as she slowly sinks down on me. I get lost in her as she takes me to heaven right there in the hall, the city twinkling like stars in the distance. Her tight little hole resists me for a moment before the head of my cock pops in.
My eyes roll back in my head.
"Ah, God," I groan, fighting not to come already.
She sinks a little lower, moaning.
I peel my eyes open, unwilling to miss a moment of this. I want to see every shift of emotion across her face. It shows everything. Every thought, everything she feels. She reads like a book, one full of beauty. Her cheeks are flushed with desire, her eyes clouded with it.
She sinks lower, her cunt strangling my cock.
A little flicker of discomfort passes through her expression, wrinkling her brows, as her hymen tears around my cock.
"Breathe, angel," I croon, reaching between us to strum her clit.
She gasps and sinks lower. The wrinkle between her brows vanishes, her mouth opening in a little "O" of pleasure. Her pupils dilate, her head falling back on her neck.
"You like that, huh?"