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His jealous outburst has worked black magic, deep in the sanctity of my heart. I’m done for as I look at his naked body as he makes dinner for us. The butterflies in my stomach are going fucking crazy, and the fear in my soul is even worse.
I was telling the truth. I don’t want any other cock. I don’t want any otheranything, I only want him.
His cock, his kisses, his heart, his home… and his children.
I want a baby bump like Caroline, more than anything.
And I want Reuben to be the man who gives it to me.
23
TIFFANY
When the alarm goes off, I can hardly be arsed to face it. I’m too comfy in Reuben’s deluxe bed with the gorgeous hulk of him lying beside me. He switches off the bleeping and I snuggle closer, hoping I can drift back into dreamland and he’ll come there with me, but of course not.
It’s another day at the grotto. For both of us.
But not just yet…
Reuben doesn’t shake me awake and announce the morning dawn like a cockerel. He leans over and places a gentle kiss on my forehead, peppering a line down to my ear, where his breath makes me tingle.
“Morning, Tiffany.”
I yawn. “Morning. Can’t believe we stayed up so late.”
“I can.”
My body moves on instinct when it’s touched. My knees part wide as Reuben coaxes them open. I’m happy as Larry to feel his horny cock on my thigh, despite the fact it had to be after two by the time we got to bed.
A selection of my clothes are now hanging in Reuben’s wardrobe, having dashed like a thief in the night over to my apartment to throw some into a suitcase. I knew Josh and Ellawere working a double proposal – a mega hardcore one, over in Notting Hill. No chance of seeing me and asking questions. And no chance of spotting Reuben by my side.
I love how strong my saucy Santa is as he positions himself on top of me. My arms reach up around his shoulders.
“Hey there, Santa Claus. You got a present for me?”
“Yes, indeed. Santa’s sack needs some attention before the grotto.”
I giggle. “My elfish pussyalwaysneeds attention. Grotto or not.”
“No getting toogrottothis morning. Let’s keep it nice and gentle, shall we?”
“Gentle sounds good to me for once.”
Reuben and I had such filthy fun after the clothes dash that I’m still battered and bruised to shit from it. My ass is gonna be purple from paddle blows, and my tits were bound so tight that the twine grooves are still hurting. The founder side of Reuben sure showed himself in its full glory, and I loved it.
I love his morning glory, too…
In fact, I love every single filthy, sweet side of him. My beautiful silver fox Santa. Santa, boss, founder, lover. Jealous, possessive, and selfless. All in one package.Witha package that can send me sky high.
His dick glides all the way in, I’m so wet for him. He slides his thumb between my puffy pussy lips as he circles his hips, seeking out my clit. It doesn’t take long for him to find his target, and he’s a fucking pro – hitting double whammy on the sensation spots. Inside as well as out. But he takes it so fucking slow. Teasing so gently.
He lowers his head and flicks his tongue across my nipple. It’s still so fucking sore from being clamped. The tenderness is divine as he sucks, just a touch.
“You were such a good girl last night. Incredible,” he says, and I smile up at the ceiling at his praise.
My five-star reviews have always given me a massive glow of accomplishment, and I figured I’d miss that without the constant stream from my clients – but Reuben’s words are worth a ton of five starrers.
“I made you take it so fucking bad,” he says, shoving his cock deep and pressing on my clit. “And you played the game like an absolute dream.”