“You’re so close, clamping down like a fucking vice little girl, wanting me to stay longer. I’m gonna start counting, you don’t give me what I want like you promised, I’m not promising I’ll keep my end of the bargain.” His words are stiff and cold. “Ten.”
My head throbs as I watch his abs tighten, each one perfectly separated by a valley of flesh. He’s thrusting into me, over and over. His chest and stomach muscles bunching. The wickedness between my legs pulls at him as he pumps harder, harder.
“Nine. Eight—”
“God,please.” The plea breaks like glass as I beg for mercy. “Don’t make me. Just do what you want, but don’t… Don’t make me do that.”
“You know you want it. I read your dirty little story. I’m making all your dreams come true, so stop acting like a prissy little cock tease who isn’t getting exactly what she asked for. You like having special time with your Grinch daddy late at night, all our secrets tucked away in the darkness, so the whole town doesn’t see how little Cindy Lou parades herself out in her nightgown on Christmas Eve, to make the Grinch fuck her like a filthy slut.”
He hoists my hips higher as the last numbers count down, but he doesn’t need to get to one. I’m already leaving the Earth, headed for the black hole of dark lust that has me by the throat, my screams hitting the ceiling and bouncing around the room as his rough laugh teases me and his cock bottoms out.
He fucks harder, faster, deeper as my climax rocks my hips, tugging at his shaft, drawing more, more, more as this feralintruder in a Grinch mask makes me come harder than any toy ever has. For a split second, I think about the baby, giving me the strength to get through his.
“Naughty girl for Daddy, squirting all over.”
I’m boneless and panting as he flips me onto my knees, his breath heavy as my belly rests on the quilt.
There’s no reprieve. He slams in again from behind. The cool rubber of Grinch’s face presses against my shoulder blade, his breath ragged. He fucks me, huffing and cursing like he’s punishing himself, too.
“Christ,” I hiss, clawing at the bedding as he nails that spot inside me that makes my vision turn white. The room smells of sex and sweat, filled with the sounds of slapping flesh and my own moans, but this angle makes it feel like he’s tearing me apart. “You’re too… big this way.”
The words are expelled from my body in little puffs as he bottoms out inside me.
“Better than your little toy, huh Cindy Lou?” he snarls, grabbing both hips and yanking me down onto every thick inch of him in a single brutal thrust. “Your body was built for this. Stop whining and show some gratitude for getting a hot Christmas load from Santy. Your house looks like the Grinch already stripped it of anything festive. I’m all you got, little girl, so be nice, or you’re gonna find out just how naughty I can get.”
his demented chuckle fades as my orgasm takes hold, bursting from deep in my center, defying the control I try to assert. I can’t fight the pleasure. It’s a freight train. Its teeth gritted, eyes shut tight, every nerve raw as he growls and pumps, pumps, pumps into me from behind. My self-loathing only seems to makethe gut-twisting euphoria expand, taking over my brain, and, although I hate to admit it, a part of my heart.
This stranger knows more about how to turn me on than I do. It’s indecent and depraved, but if I live through it, I know I’ll never be the same.
“Time for your prize, Cindy Lou.” He growls, his chest resting on my back as his hips churn in a manic rush to the finish. “Time for you to take Daddy’s cream deep.”
His roar shakes the frosty windows as he plunges every inch into my welcoming body, and I release a sound that is part scream, part sob, and part catharsis. He spills in hot spurts, grunting like an animal, then holds his jerking girth against my cervix as he pants and my back bows from the pressure of his weight on top of me.
His orgasm seems to go on and on, filling me with hot release, dripping out of me as my breasts make wet spots on the comforter, my walls shuddering around him.
He reaches under me with both hands, his slick torso blanketing my back as he squeezes the hot orbs of flesh.
When he releases a long sigh, I feel his weight shift behind me, hot breath against my neck as he starts that psychotic rhyming again.
“We’re going to have so much fun, Cindy Lou. I once grumped at Christmas, with a frown and a sneer. But my cock’s grown three sizes inside you, my dear.” He chuckles. “Isn’t it tradition to make sure there’s milk and cookies out for Santa? You’ve got the milk, and now, I need the cookies.”
I don’t answer. Let him think I’m too wrecked to speak. But when the Grinch finally pulls out, I collapse onto my side, watching him stagger back, stroking the crooked mask before running a hand down his chest, admiring me lying there in a ball, broken and holding my round belly, soothing the life inside. Wondering what I’ll have to offer my baby after all of this.
“One thing even the Grinch knows, Cindy Lou, is that we kiss after we make love.”
“Love?” I spit the word. “This isn’t love.”
I stop as he leans down, getting in my face, his hand gripping my jaw, and I’m sure he’s about to hurt me. But instead, his lips graze mine.
“It’s just a kiss for Daddy. I’ll make it nice for you, Cindy Lou.”
I can’t stop the whimper that comes out of me as I open, letting his tongue inside my mouth, letting our lips move together.
The kiss is tender, and real. Not the mocking imitation I expected. When it’s over, he pulls back, patting the top of my head like a toddler waiting for a father’s praise. “There. Wasn’t that nice?”
I don’t want to answer as he stands up straight. I blink away tears, not willing to admit that yes, it was nice. It was perfect.
“Get dressed,” he says, the hardness returning to his voice as he steps to my dresser, rifling through the drawers until he finds a yellow cotton nightgown. He holds it up, and his smile deforms the rubber mask around his cheeks. “Perfect. I’ll even help you put it on. Arms up for Daddy.” He steps my way, and I do as he says, my mind a minefield of lust and hatred. He settles thefabric over my head, tugs it down over my taut belly, then pulls me to my feet. “Come with me. We’re not done.”
