when I walk in there.”
I liked it when he was like this, when he used me to fulfill his fantasies. I picked up the box and walked into the bedroom before I changed. I slipped on the heels, adjusted the hat, and then got on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed. I arched my back and looked over my shoulder as I waited.
He walked in a moment later, shutting the door behind himself as he stared at me, his brown eyes intense, dirty, lustful. He slowly walked toward me as he pulled his sweater over his head, revealing his chiseled body. His jeans came next, his boxers last. With his cock throbbing and hard, he stepped up behind me, grabbing me by the neck and keeping my gaze on his. “Fuck.” He guided his dick to my entrance and slid inside me while he gripped my neck, pushing until his balls were the only thing left. He let his dick sit inside me for a bit, like he was enjoying the entrance, savoring the tightness. He released my neck and grabbed my hips, slowly moving in and out, like he was just feeling me, looking down at my perky ass and the deep curve in my back. After a quiet moan, his fingers dug into my flesh harder, and then he pounded into me hard, making me call out with every thrust. He fucked me so hard that I couldn’t keep my mouth shut, so he grabbed the back of my neck and shoved my face into the sheets, so he could fuck me as hard as he wanted and muffle my cries. “Fuck…baby.”
When I woke up the next morning, I was a wreck.
My hair was a mess, my makeup was a shitshow, and I was still in the red lingerie I’d put on last night. The Santa hat was right beside me. I’d been too tired to do my nightly ritual before bed, and once the fucking was over, I went straight to sleep.
Deacon must have already been awake because he said, “Merry Christmas, baby.”
I turned my head and glanced at him, seeing him prop himself up on one elbow, looking down at me with messy hair, affectionate eyes. “Merry Christmas.” My eyes finally focused on his handsome face, seeing the love of my life at my side on this special morning. My holidays were always spent in isolation, waking up to an empty apartment that was cold because I didn’t want to pay extra to keep the place cozy. But now I woke up to this beautiful soul, the man who could make love to me so tenderly then fuck me like I meant nothing in the same night.
He moved on top of me, separating my thighs with his, his forehead resting against mine. He got me into position before he slid inside me, probably touching the come he’d released the night before, and rocked into me, so gentle, as if he were trying to make up for his aggression the night before.
My hands slid up his back and into his hair, and I rocked back into him, my body wet before I even woke up that morning. I looked into his eyes as I watched him make love to me, watched him look at me like there was no one else in the world who could ever take my place.
His strokes were deep and even, at the right pace that was fast enough to make me come, but not so fast that the headboard tapped against the wall. Thankfully, Derek’s bedroom was far away, on the other side of the spacious residence, so we could be together, within reason. “I love you.” His mouth kissed mine, giving me a single wet kiss as his hips continued to work, his dick rock hard inside me.
My hands moved down his neck and to his shoulders, where my nails anchored into his skin. I breathed hard as he stretched me over and over, made me feel so full that it hurt. I was sore after last night, but no amount of soreness could take away my desire. I looked into his eyes and felt my whole world change, felt my life was no longer my own. It was too good, too much like a fairy tale. I didn’t understand how broken and lost I was until he put together the broken pieces scattered around me. I didn’t even notice the parts, not even when I walked