Page 112 of Santa's Baby

I nod. “That’s where it belongs.” Then I smirk. “Until it’s done its job anyway. Then my ass and mouth can benefit as well.”

He leans in closer, and fists his hand before my eyes. It’s so big as he bares his knuckles.

“We’ll make an exception for now, though.”

I take a breath as he lines it up against my used pussy, knowing full well he isn’t going to be gentle. I remember the pain from last time, crying out under my hood like a banshee. This time I’m going to see his stunningly filthy face as he does it.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

I laugh. “No. But that’s the point, isn’t it? You want to see me straining and struggling while you stretch my whore cunt. So give it to me.”

“No,” he says.

“No?”

“No. I don’t want to stretch your whore cunt, Tiffany. You are no longer awhore, remember? I want to stretch yourbeautifulcunt.”

With that, he lowers my feet to the countertop and spreads my legs, one hand on my belly as he shows me his fist.

I moan for him as he glides his knuckles up and down my puffy pussy lips.

And I moan some more when he applies pressure with a little turn of the wrist at the same time and my pussy glows hot with need.

“Do it,” I say, “push it in.”

I almost regret my words when his fist pushes against me. His knuckles hurt, and my pussy fights him.

“Relax,” he says, but I shake my head.

“Nah. Make me take it. Show me what pain my pussy is going to feel when I’m pushing your baby out. Whatever you do will never match it.”

He braces himself against the counter and pushes harder. I keep my eyes on his, soaking in the wonder. I love this man. I want everything of his inside me.

“You’re fucking clenching,” he says.

“Course I’m fucking clenching.”

“Let me in, Tiff.”

“No.”

“If you don’t relax, it’ll tear you.”

“So will giving birth to your child.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Why the hell not?” I roll my eyes. “I want you to hurt me,” I tell him. “I want to see that vivid vision you witnessed. And I want to love giving it to you. Now, sweet Reubs, fist my beautiful cunt and make me scream.”

He doesn’t reply, just stares me in the eye, presses one hand on my belly. Fuck how I cry out when he applies the pressure and my pussy finally breaks.

“In,” he says and I yelp again as he gives a shove and my cunt wraps around his wrist.

His fist feels like it’s in my stomach, and it hurts so bad I let out a stream of whimpers.

He wraps his free hand around the back of my neck and pulls me up for a better view, and I see he’s up past his wrist. Yeah, he’s fucking deep.

“Now watch,” he tells me, and pulls his fist out of my burning cunt.