Page 111 of Santa's Baby
“To us,” he says, as we toast.
“To us and our future babies.”
He looks at my naked body so intently. I don’t feel the need to pose or push my tits out, just stay as me – Tiffany – without the performance of Cream.
“I pictured you with a straining baby belly when you were hooded on all fours, you know? One time, when you had to crouch and ride a punch fuck, that was me, imagining you givingbirth, especially when you were crying out. I wished your tits were milky. I wanted to drink from you.”
“Wow, that’s hot,” I say and I swear my clit could come from just one touch, I’m so horny.
I look down at my nipples. I wonder how they would feel to leak milk. How amazing it would feel for Reuben to latch on and drink me dry between baby feeds to keep the milk flowing.
“Have you ever tried drinking breast milk?” I ask.
“Yes. But I’ve never been in love with the woman whose tits I was drinking from.”
I sip some champagne, admiring my lover in yet another filthy shade.
“I bet you look great with a milky beard.”
He rubs at his beard. “Can’t wait to find out,” he says.
“What else did you imagine while you were punching my cunt?”
He necks his champagne and I do the same.
“It’s a vivid memory,” he says as he refills our glasses. “Punching cunt takes some skill and mastery. Despite how brutal the assault might seem, one must always consider the recipient’s connection to the moment. The rhythm, the heat, the orgasm fuel. Taking you up, into that high, slowly increasing the speed of the assault as your puffed-up cunt relaxes, and…”
I neck my champagne. “And?”
“It was a vision, Tiffany. An absolute vision, my fist engulfed by you. Because that’s what it looked like in the frenzied blur as you shrieked and shuddered. It looked like you were birthing my fist so beautifully.”
“I remember you doing that to me. It hurt like fuck, but it felt so good. You didn’t get me lubed up first either.”
His cock is veined and loaded as he takes a sip of his drink.
“I loved seeing my knuckles popping in and out of you.”
“How about now? Give me the treat of watching while you do it.”
“I think I’ll give you some lube this time.” He knocks back the rest of his champagne. “Get your ass up on the counter.”
“I’ll need some help, Santa.”
He puts his glass down and helps hitch me up onto the worktop, and I drop myself backwards, my legs hanging over the edge until he raises one over his shoulder, scissoring me. His hard, veined dick plunges straight inside, and he tilts his hips to press my sweet spot.
“You’re going to take so much of my cum, baby,” he says. “I’ll be filling you up every fucking chance I get.”
“You’ll get a lot of chances now then, won’t you?” I smile up at him. “Since I haven’t got a calendar full of other men’s cocks anymore.”
“Thank fuck for that, because it would have driven me crazy.” He slams inside me. “To know other men were fucking you would have driven me insane.”
“Me, too. Because I wouldn’t have wanted any of them, Reuben. All I want is you. Dirty. Loving. Brutal. Kind. All of it. I’myourentertainer now.”
“You’re my partner, not my entertainer, and the woman who’s going to bear my fucking child.”
Holy shit, he fucks me like a beast. My tits bounce against my chin as he slams me, and I feel like jelly against the hard marble countertop. He grits his teeth as he comes, and then jams both of my legs up to my chest, making sure none of it dribbles.
“This is standard practice now, Tiff. My cum stays in your cunt.”