Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
"Alaric," she whines, her eyes flashing to mine when I delve my hand into her hair, craning her head back.
"I need in you, angel."
"Yes."
"I don't have a condom."
"I…I'm not on birth control."
I smile…fucking smile as I lift her up my body to grind her on my cock.
"Good because I just decided what I want for Christmas."
"W-what?"
"I want to breed you, December," I whisper against her ear. "I'm putting my kid in you for Christmas."
"Alaric," she sobs, trembling in my arms.
"Be a good girl and make sure you take every drop, angel." I nip her lobe, my balls throbbing at the thought of getting this girl pregnant with my kid. I want it. Hell, I want everything with her. The big, happy family. The fucking spoiled dog and asshole cat. Christmas traditions and stupid arguments over who gets to empty the dishwasher. She's been mine for six years. We just didn't know it then. We weren't ready then. We are now.
I grip my shaft in one hand, bringing it to her entrance.
"Sink down on me slowly, angel," I whisper. "It's going to hurt."
She bites her lip and nods, wiggling until she's hovering over the head of my cock. She winces slightly when she places her knee on the chaise beside me, but quickly shifts her weight off of it and then nods again, letting me know she's ready.
"Kiss me," I breathe.
Her lips tangle with mine as she slowly sinks down on me. I get lost in her as she takes me to heaven right there in the hall, the city twinkling like stars in the distance. Her tight little hole resists me for a moment before the head of my cock pops in.
My eyes roll back in my head.
"Ah, God," I groan, fighting not to come already.
She sinks a little lower, moaning.
I peel my eyes open, unwilling to miss a moment of this. I want to see every shift of emotion across her face. It shows everything. Every thought, everything she feels. She reads like a book, one full of beauty. Her cheeks are flushed with desire, her eyes clouded with it.
She sinks lower, her cunt strangling my cock.
A little flicker of discomfort passes through her expression, wrinkling her brows, as her hymen tears around my cock.
"Breathe, angel," I croon, reaching between us to strum her clit.
She gasps and sinks lower. The wrinkle between her brows vanishes, her mouth opening in a little "O" of pleasure. Her pupils dilate, her head falling back on her neck.
"You like that, huh?"
"Yes," she moans.
"Then you'll love it when I'm fucking you." I lift my hips, sliding a little deeper.
She cries out in shock, clawing at my shoulders.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," I chuckle, leaning forward to kiss the tip of her nose. She's so fucking cute. Even when she has my dick hard enough to break off, she's adorable. "Sit on my cock, December. All the way."
She moans and sinks down, taking me all the way to the hilt.
I growl her name as her ass comes to rest against my hips.
"Fuck, good girl." I press my forehead to hers, reeling at how good she feels. At how well she's doing. At how perfect she is. "God, you're perfect, sweet December."
"You feel pretty perfect, too," she moans.
"No." I tip her chin up until her eyes meet mine. "I didn't say you feel perfect. I said you are perfect. You are perfect."
"Alaric," she whispers.
"Your smile lights up the entire fucking world. I know because it lit mine." I press my lips to hers. "Your laugh brought me comfort when nothing else did. I didn't understand it then, but I get it now, angel. You're a piece of me. You're my heart."
"Don't say it if you don't mean it," she pleads quietly.
"Look at me, sweet girl."
Her watery eyes meet mine.
"I love you."
She sobs my name.
I catch the sound with my lips against hers, holding her to my chest. I make love to her slowly, sweetly, showing her with my body exactly how perfectly we fit together. We move in unison, grinding against each other, driving each other higher. Her nails scrape down my back. My hand tangles in her hair.
When she's on the edge, I slip my hand between our bodies again, pressing my thumb to her clit. "Ride me now, angel," I growl, leaning back to watch her take her pleasure from me. "Make yourself come."
"Alaric."
"Do it," I growl.
She jumps to obey, pressing her hands to my thighs to give herself leverage. Her tongue peeks from between her teeth as she lifts herself and drops back down, rolling her hips. Her tits bounce every time she lands against my thighs, a soft cry of ecstasy escaping her lips.
I watch in awe as she takes what she needs from me, moving like a goddess on my lap. She's not clumsy or awkward in this moment. She's a temptress, shining as bright as the sun. My thumb runs in circles around her clit as she rises and falls harder and then faster, racing toward the edge.