Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
“Yeah, well, things are different this year.” Lachlan’s eyes lock with mine, his expression hot and a little wild. “Everything is different now.”
I shiver at the intense look in his eyes. He’s right. This year is different. I’m not dreading Christmas. For once, it feels…magical.
Chapter Eight
Lachlan
"Wake up, pretty baby," I croon, slipping a hand between Caitlin's legs as I nuzzle the back of her neck. "It's Christmas."
She moans wordlessly, parting her legs slightly.
I nip her skin, rolling my thumb over her swollen clit. My fucking cock aches, desperate for another taste of her. Always desperate for another taste of her. I've lost count of how many times I've been inside of her over the last two days, fucking her raw. If she's not pregnant by now, she will be by the end of the day.
Lyric and Sinclair are coming over for dinner and gifts later. I intend to spend the rest of the day inside my fiancée, making sure she's nice and bred. She'll be dripping my cum for weeks.
I tug her leg back over my hip, opening her up to me as my cock nudges her hot little hole from behind.
"Wake up, baby," I breathe against the shell of her ear. "It's time for me to fill you up again."
"Mm, do it," she moans, her voice raspy from sleep.
I groan, rocking my hips forward. She whimpers, melting against me as her tight cunt wraps around me, her slick heat scorching me. Fucking Christ. She feels like heaven.
I rock into her in slow pulses, my thumb against her clit as she whimpers my name, letting me love her. My free hand glides across her body, touching every perfect inch of her. I pinch her nipples hard, run my fingertips across the sweet rolls of her belly, stroke the lines across her thighs… Fuck. I love this gorgeous body.
And I get to spend the rest of my life worshipping it.
"Lachlan," she whispers, turning her face toward mine. "I love you."
My heart rolls in my chest. I buck my hips, claiming her mouth in a deep kiss as her inner muscles flutter and clench around my cock.
She comes with the sweetest whimper, her juices soaking me.
I grunt, yanking her back against me as I pound into her until the cord snaps and I follow her over the edge, groaning her name. Blood rushes in my ears in a torrent of sound. It's fucking perfection.
"I love you, pretty baby," I whisper when it's over, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tight, my hard cock still nestled in her hot little cunt. "You're the sweetest little Christmas present, you know that?"
"Mm," she hums, snuggling deeper into my arms. "Are you sure it's even Christmas yet, Lachlan? It's still dark outside."
"It's midnight." My lips brush her shoulder. "It's Christmas."
"You woke me up for midnight Christmas sex?"
"Yes." My hand slides down her belly, inching toward her cunt. "I promised to give you everything on your list today. I intend to work like a good little husband to give it to you, pretty baby." I slip my hand between her legs. "Even if it takes all night." I part her slit. "All morning." My thumb finds her swollen clit. "All damn day."
"Lachlan," she moans, spreading her legs for me. "I love that."
"Love what? This?" I grind my thumb against her clit.
"Husband," she gasps. "You called yourself my h-husband."
We aren't married yet, but we will be soon. Doesn't matter if it's legal or not, though. She is mine and I'm hers in every way that matters.
"Then come for your husband like a good little wife," I demand, playing with her cunt until she's coming all over my cock again. As she shakes and trembles through the aftershocks, I reach beneath the pillow, grabbing the slip of paper I hid there and pressing it into her hand.
She whips her head around to face me, her eyes wide in the moonlight filtering in through the windows. "What is this?"
"Another present." I brush my hand down her cheek. "It's the code for the cameras at work."
"You're giving me the code to the cameras?"
"I thought it was only fair that you got to watch too, pretty baby," I murmur. "Now, you can keep tabs on what your filthy husband is doing when he's watching you."
Her pussy clenches around my cock.
"I have a better plan," she whispers, shifting until she's straddling my hips. She leans down until her lips are inches from mine. "Maybe my filthy husband should just move me into his office with him. It'd be far easier for him to keep tabs on me that way."
Jesus. I love this woman.
"You're right," I growl, gripping her hips as I lunge at her mouth, dragging her down into my arms. "Fuck the cameras. You're definitely moving into my office."
"Merry Christmas to me," she moans as I rock her against me.