This is one of my gifts to her. It is not tangible the way the mantel piece or the diamond necklace that sparkles on her neck. Somehow it might be more so to her, to be honest. Those big, honey warm eyes of hers beam up at me as we laugh, as we drink, as we celebrate the holiday together.
“I love you,” I breathe against her mouth hours later as I strip her out of her pretty dress, leaving just that sparkling necklace on. “You’re the most beautiful, most significant, single best Christmas gift of my life.”
Lying her down beneath the tree that glows by our fireplace, I push deep inside her. Pinning our laced hands above her head, I take her slow and long, driving into her for hours. Telling her over and over how good she feels, how much I crave her sweet little moans, her needy little body rubbing against mine as I draw out her pleasure. I whisper how much I love her in throaty grunts and trembled moans of pleasure.
Serena glows beneath the twinkling lights of the first tree we put up together. I decide like the oak one I built in our bedroom, this one will stay up. Even if I have to replace it again and again, this corner will always stay lit with the glow of a Christmas tree.
Because beneath this tree, she is so fucking beautiful, I cannot take my eyes off her. With her soft body clinging to mine as I sink deep into her hot tightness over and over, she is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. As her big eyes stare up at me, dark with pleasure as she comes for me, telling me to never stop filling her with my cum, to never stop giving her the gift of belonging to me, I am utterly ruined by how much I love her.
“I love you, I love you,” I pant against her pink mouth as still I fuck her, still I claim her, bending her beneath me, bringing her astride me, lying behind her on the rug, unable tostop stoking my cock inside of her wet heat, loving how needy she is, how she never stops giving it back.
“That’s it, daddy,” she mewls as I pinch her swollen pearl as I pump into her from behind, my teeth marking her shoulder, her throat, the back of her neck. Bouncing her ass back against me, she nods, begging for more meeting me thrust for thrust. “Give it all to me, just like that, daddy. Give it to your needy little girl. I want it all, daddy, please. Don’t stop, I need it inside me. I love how you fill me, how you jerk inside my little girl pussy.”
“Fuck, I love you so much, little girl. Tell daddy you love him. Tell him you need him forever. That you want him buried in your good girl pussy for the rest of the holiday. Tell daddy how you will give him the present of him pumping his baby inside of you. You want it, don’t you little girl?”
“Yes,” Serena moans long and loud, the single word becoming an endless cry. “Daddy, yes. I love you, you, give me a baby for Christmas, please, daddy. Give it to me, that’s it, fill me up good and deep. Oh, yes, yes, I love you. I love you so much, daddy, I love being your little girl.”
“Such a good little girl, taking all of daddy’s cum in your greedy little pussy. That’s it, open up for daddy’s cum. Fuck, that’s it, that’s a good slut. Fuck, this pussy is so greedy for it. That’s a good girl, baby. Good girl.”
Serena mewls and moans as I fill her with my cum, her ass pushing back, her hands clawing at me, her little moans begging me to stay buried deep sending me into a second shuddering orgasm. Pleasure burns up my spin as I pin her down, giving her just what she begs me for. Just what we both want. I want it to stick, I want her round with my child, I want her tied to me so she can never escape me.
Not that she wants to. That little game of hers yesterday proved that. My sweet little girl ran off just to show me she would always let me catch her. That she knew what I warned wastrue. I would always be a step behind her if she ever tried. I will never let her be free of me.
Here in this cabin, snowed in for most of the holiday together, I set her free in ways she never knew someone could. We talk filthy, we fuck raw and ravenously, we play this daddy and his little girl game because it sets of us free. We’re tangled up in ways that can never be undone, in a way that will tie us tightly to each other no matter what we go through, no matter what games we play, how dirty and raw or how sweet and soft it is between us.
Before she came to my cabin with those big, doe eyes, a song on her lips and beauty in her heart, I was a miserable asshole who thought I would always be alone. Now I never have to feel that emptiness I carried for so long. Serena fills it up. We will fill this cabin with her light, with her softness, with the joy that she gives to anyone who will let her.
Hopefully soon, we will fill it with babies, with more memories of a dozen more holidays with each other, and with our friends. We will make love, we will fuck raw and ravenous, we will fight, and she might even run on me again. But in the end, we will stay tangled up just the way we spend the rest of the night by the fireplace on Christmas.
“Look at that,” I whisper to her sometime later as the twinkling lights on the tree light up her beautiful eyes. “This is the only gift I ever need underneath my tree. My favorite present ever. My sweet little girl. We will have to get beneath a tree every Christmas now, you know that, yes?”
Beaming up at me, she nods, drawing me to her once again. “Yeah, chief, I know. And, you know what...I accept that.”
Epilogue
Serena
One Year Later….
Giving back is my very favorite thing to do.
Taking gifts to my friends, to the people I love most, is one way I love to do this. Each Christmas I create ornaments for the friends and families that I adore. Down at the shelter where just a few Driftwood residents turn to in need during the holiday, I make meals to fill their bellies and give gifts to keep them warm.
Thanks to some big pockets in True Ridge and Harmony Hollow, the families in need of Driftwood Peaks do not need for long. Two homes were donated for two families, complete with Christmas trees and a holiday meal waiting to be made in celebration. Partnering with the shelter to find those homes, to furnish them with help from a few lumberjacks I know, is the single most rewarding thing I have ever done to give back.
“It is your turn, sweetheart,” Slater reminds me as he presents me with yet another gift.
We were snowed in last year, yet we had the best holiday together. This year we were snowed in on the mountain once again—so I expect nothing less than another memorable holiday. Slater has once again put a tree in each room, letting me deck them—and the entire rooms now too-however I see fit. He puts no limit on what I hang up, what lights I string, or how many ornaments I fill the trees with.
I am just back from a round of visiting the other cabins on the mountain. With Lilli and Mollie, I delivered gifts, sang a few songs, drank a few cups of hot cocoa, and did my best to spread the joy of the season. Now I am snuggled up by the fireplace with the man I love, his huge smile warming me better than a fire evercould.
“I love you,” I whisper, ignoring the present for a moment. I draw him close, brushing my mouth over his. Jesus, do I love him. He has become my entire world and I’ve never been happier in my life.
Slater lets out a low groan, pulling me down on his lap as he deepens the kiss. His big, warm hands slide beneath my sweater, his palms rough as he rubs at my stiff nipples. His touch sends shocks of pleasure to my clit, and I rub against him in need, laughing when he thrusts up to show he is game.
“Gift first. You give gifts, you get gifts. It’s how it works in this house, sweetheart,” he reminds me as if I could ever forget.
If I give a gift for someone’s birthday, for an anniversary, or just to be nice, he takes note. Next thing I know, I have presents waiting for me. He tucks them in the tree that we’ve never taken down—well, he changes it often—or sets them on my pillow. Slips a little gift in my panties before he pulls them aside to eat me through orgasms that almost make me forget the gift is even there.
