Page 17 of Kept for Christmas
Her calves bounce against my shoulders as I sit up and pull her in closer.
“I love you, Emma.”
“I love you more,” she pants out as I thrust into her hard and deep, watching those perfect, round tits bounce as I work.
I swear to everything there’s no better position in the world than the one I’m in right here and now. In this single moment, I can watch her hair come to life, her mouth drop open, her tits bounce, her eyes beg for more.Here, I have everything.
“Eyes on me, princess. Let me fuck you like a good little girl gets fucked.” Blood prickles beneath my skin as she stares at me, and I thrust deeper and harder.
Moan after soft moan spills from her lips as her soft shoulders arch up and away from the mattress. “I’m going to come so hard, Nick. Oh my God… oh my God!” The sound of herwhine is deeper now, sending some sort of carnal response to the only bone in my body currently intact.
I drive into her harder, thumping into her tight little core as I circle her clit with my thumb.
“Come on my cock, princess. Be a good little girl and come for me.” The words barely make it from my lips before she’s writhing against my dick. Her body, one complete convulsion. Her pussy grips my cock as her thighs tighten against my shoulders. Her hips jump and grind, and the sounds she makes are more satisfying than any sound I’ve ever heard in my life.
I thump into her twice more. I’m sure I’m bruising her hips with how tightly I have her held, but something has taken over and I can’t stop myself. I’m finally coming in her sweet, soaking, little pussy and it’s fucking heaven.
When I’ve finally emptied myself inside of her, I lean back and close my eyes, brushing her silky legs gently with the tips of my fingers. “Holy fuck, princess… that felt good.”
“Hey,” she sighs, “eyes on me.”
I open my eyes slowly and glare down at her playfully. “Is that right?”
“Yeah,” she grins wide, moves her legs to the side and pulls me toward her, pushing my softening cock deeper inside of her warmth, “that’s right.”
My hand lands on her throat lightly as I growl low in her ear, “Well, I guess our eyes are on each other then.”
She kisses my cheek and runs her hand down the center of my bare back with a content sigh.
I’m not sure if this was a Christmas miracle, a Hallmark movie, or a serious concussion turned love story, but I know one thing for sure. I’m never letting go of Emma, and nothing is ever going to change that.
Epilogue
Emma
One Week Later
Strings of bright white lights nestle into the branches of the big pine tree in the center of the barn casting shadows. Aside the lights sit a few ornaments. Some vintage, others new, but all of them nestled peacefully, casting a kaleidoscope of color.
I stare up at Nick who’s dressed the part of Santa. Every Christmas Eve, the tree farm holds a party to celebrate Santa’s arrival, but this year is extra special with the Christmas eclipse and all. I think we’re expecting close to a thousand people.
“You look very handsome, Santa.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “Not true. Your eyes must be broken.”
“Nope, eyes are completely fine and you’re hot as sin, Santa.”
He grips my waist and pulls me in closer, his gritty voice low in my ear as he says, “I guess you did agree to be my wife, so… your stuck now either way.”
I smile and lean into his chest, breathing in the scent of pine and cinnamon. “Guess that means you’re stuck too.”
“No one would ever feel stuck with you next to them. Trust me.” His eyes draw over my frame, and without speaking, he makes me feel like a prize. He’s done this daily since I moved in, like he’s committing to memory the look on my face every timeI say something. I can’t fully fathom yet what this man does to me, but I know whatever it is, I can’t undo it. No man will ever compare to Nick ever again.
When Nick asked me to marry him as we discussed the modifications needed to the country store, it was like a choir of angels sang only for us. I’ll never forget that moment for as long as I live. He was so excited that the words came out faster than I’ve ever heard him say anything before. I can’t wait to see every nuanced surprise of this man as we raise our future family.
“You guys okay?” Sam, Nick’s brother, meets us by the tree with an axe slung over his shoulder. Having Sam or any of Nick’s brothers pop in here and there is something I’m going to have to get used to. I’ve never had people like Sam’s brothers in my life but they’re amazing.
“Yeah,” Nick tucks his hand into mine as we turn toward the man in plaid who seems to be warming up to me, “what’s up?”