“Fuck, you’re the sweetest little slut,” he growls, slamming me down once more as he jerks inside of my ass.
Falling forward in the water, I laugh as we splash even more. I shudder with my orgasm as he pumps his hips a few more times. The hand on my throat pulls me backwards and he slams his mouth to mine after he yanks my head back. His tongue lashes at my lips so I open, sucking greedily.
It softens between us as I fall back against his chest once again. Slater washes me gently all over again, refilling the tub with fresh, hot water. Once I stop begging for more, once I am so sated I cannot keep my eyes open, he carries me upstairs to his bedroom. I don’t even question that I am staying. Of course I am not going anywhere.
Lying face to face, we cuddle close once he stokes a fresh fire in the bedroom fireplace. His huge body is warm, hard, such a haven to me. I snuggle in, beaming up at him with a mile-wide smile on my face. Slater is smiling too, his eyes sparkling, his nose nudging mine as he draws me close.
“We can put a tree in here. Hell, we can put a tree in every single room in the house if you like. Whatever you ask of me.”
“Could we decorate each room a different way? A golden tree, a pink tree, a blue tree? It would be so beautiful, Slater.”
“Yes, it would be. Yes, we could. Whatever you ask, Serena.”
“Hmm, we should. I love Christmas, honey,” I mumble as sleep pulls me under, no matter how I fight it. I do not want to miss a thing with him.
I am notasleepyet notawakeas he kisses the top of my head. My forehead. Each cheek. Then my lips. I amalmostasleep andlessthan awake when his whisper is lost in the quiet.
“Good, sweetheart.I love you.”
Chapter Seven
Slater
Cutting down five Christmas trees isnotobsessive.
Putting one in each room in the cabin—it just makes sense. Decking them out in whatever colors Serena chooses? I did promise. Letting her hang matching string lights in every single room in my cabin? I am going all in with her color schemes. What is obsessive? Fucking her under each tree before I consider them properly set up.
“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” I grunt as she moans around my cock. I jerk my hips forward, making her gag until tears slip down her temples. Fuck, she is the hottest, sweetest, neediest, sluttiest little gift of my life and I am falling deeper in love with her every single moment. “Don’t make me come down that greedy throat. Where does daddy spill his cum?”
“In his little girl’s pussy,” she pants as I pull out of her mouth.
“Such a good little slut for daddy. Open wide, I want to watch you choke for a little longer. It’s so fucking pretty, baby,” I praise her, brushing her tears from her temples.
Beaming a smile at me that would fix any damaged soul, she pops her mouth open like the good girl she is. Fisting her long, dark hair, I shove past her lips with a roar. Serena chokes but opens wider, her throat swelling with the invasion of my thick shaft. Fuck, she is so good, I love her so much.
We spent an entire weekend going at it like rabbits. I agreed to take her home to get a few things before Christmas, but we were snowed in. I was thankful for it, using the snowed in roads as an excuse to mount her in my truck like a wild dog. It proved to us she is on point about one thing.
Being inside her as often, for as long as I can, that is myobsession.
“So pretty with my big cock shoved down that silky throat. Come here, you know what daddy needs,” I pull her to her feet, drawing her to the table.
With no hesitation, as if we’ve played this scene out for ages, not just our few days together, she bends over the table, flipping her night shirt up to bare her ass. Her thighs are slick from her wetness. Bending behind her, I tongue that juice up, not letting any of it go to waste.
Outside the storm I warned her about still rages. We’re stuck up here now while the blizzard stops everything in Driftwood. Not that either of us care. There is nowhere we would rather be than right here, playing these filthy, sweet, needy games with one another. We do not need presents beneath all the pretty trees we’ve set up.
Having each other is all we could ask for this Christmas.
“That ass is so pretty. Spread it for me, show me that pretty pink that daddy needs to get on his tongue,” I command, pumping my shaft as she is quick to obey, gripping her cheeks to open herself for me.
“Here, daddy. For you, it’s sweet and so wet,” she purrs, her thighs spreading as she pushes her pussy out with a shake of her ass.
“Daddy knows how sweet that cunt gets for him,” I praise her the way she loves, watching her cream drip down her legs.
Kneeling low, I lick it all up once again, sucking noisily at her skin. I mark her thighs with my beard, with my teeth, with my fingertips. Swiping my tongue up, I smack her ass until it’s pink before I shove my tongue deep inside her. Her walls spasm as she starts to come in my mouth. Pulling my tongue out of her, I lick higher, then shove it inside her tight ass.
“Daddy! That’s too dirty...don’t...oh...oh, daddy,” she purrs, rocking against my tongue as I gather more of her cum,shoving it in her ass.
Before she comes again, I stand behind her again, kicking her legs wider. Gripping the back of her neck, I pin her down as I slam inside of her. In two strokes, she comes with a shuddering shout. I ride her hard, slamming as deep as I can. Coming with a roar, I hold her down so she takes it all.
