Page 16 of Kept for Christmas

Fuck. I can’t hold on anymore. My brain is foggy, my cock is hard, and every muscle in my body is tight and eager. I need that little pussy. I need to own her. I need to know that this is for real and she’s never leaving.

“Emma,” I groan, “what do you want for the rest of your life?”

She narrows her gaze as she rocks back and forth on my hand, panting. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t do this unless you’re in it for good. Tell me you’ll marry me. Tell me you’ll bake cookies for the country store. Tell me you’ll come home every night and lay here in this bed with me. Say it and I’m yours.” For some reason I sound angry, though it’s not anger I’m feeling. What I feel is desperation, love, terror for what she could say next.

She narrows her brows. “That was my dream, Nick! The dream I had last night. We helped Mrs. Robinson with her roof, we were in each other’s arms, we talked about me opening this little shop, and we kissed. You were so warm, and everything felt right. We were going to get married and I… I was in love with you.”

“That wasn’t a dream, Emma.” For the love of God, please don’t let this stress her out. “It was real. You had that accident last week, and you passed out a few days ago from a headache. Dr. Thorpe said to let you be, and that you’d come back to me sooner than later. I… I tried to be respectful. We didn’t—”

“Oh my God!” She grins wide as she continues to rock on my fingers. “This is the Hallmark movie I wanted.”

My brows narrow. “What?”

“It’s the movie.” She rolls her eyes. “When I came out here, I kept telling myself this would be like a Hallmark movie where some kind of Christmas magic intervened, we realized how much we loved each other, and we lived happily ever after. It’s happened!”

“Well, what really happened was a concussion and most likely brain swelling, but I love that you’re okay with everything.”

She leans into my lips and kisses them gently, then more deeply, winding her tongue around mine as her fingers link behind my neck. “I’m yours, Nick. Take me. Please!”

The tone in her voice sends my body into overdrive with an ache I’ve never felt before. “Oh princess, you start talking like that and I’m going to give you everything. We can’t have that.”

She narrows her brows. “Like hell we can’t! Fuck me, Nick. My pussy is soaking wet.”

Cupping her breast, I pull her bare chest close to mine, sinking her beneath me as I pull my fingers from her entrance and taste them again.

Fuck, she smells good. Tastes good. Feels good.

My hand digs into her hips as she pushes my jeans to the floor with her feet, and though our skin is touching, our bodies can’t get close enough.

“Fuck me, Nick! I need to feel you.”

“Tell me you’re mine,” I growl, as she runs her delicate hand up over my bicep.

“I’m yours. Always.”

The words have barely slipped from her lips when my bare cock presses against her entrance. “A condom! Fuck!”

“I don’t care. Seriously, don’t stop. Paint my walls, give me babies, and fill me up. Just fuck me!” Though I’m sure her response is hormone based, desperation has never sounded so sweet.

The head of my cock presses into her smooth, warm entrance, coating itself with her soaking pussy as I sink in deeper.

“Oh, damn. You’re so tight, princess.”

She winces and tightens her eyes closed. “I know.”

“Shit, are you hurt?” I stop and rest her legs on my shoulders as I cup her face in my hand. “We don’t have to keep—”

“No, I want it hard! Take me!” She links her legs around me, squeezing her thighs tight as I thrust in deeper, my movements slow and intentional.

“Open your eyes for me, princess.” I hold her face in my hand as I stare down into her captivating eyes. “Good girl.”

She shutters beneath me. She’s so tight around my cock that the slightest move of her body nearly sends me over the edge embarrassingly fast.

With her legs still on my shoulder, I bend forward to suckle at her hard tits, flicking my tongue against her nipples as I slide in and out of her tight core slowly. I want to demand her into different positions, order her onto her knees, watch my come drip from her chin as she sucks me dry, but we have forever for those moments. Right now, I need to get acquainted with her body. I need to memorize the way she smells, the way she jumps beneath my touch, the way she moans when I’m hitting the spots she likes.

I thrust into her deeper, desperate to split her in two, to fill her up, to plant a seed in her warm little womb, to tether her here with me forever.