Page 53 of Big Daddy Christmas
Defenseless against him, she clung to his shoulders as he pushed into her. And when he was buried inside her, so deep it felt as though their very souls could touch, he dropped his forehead to her shoulder with a quiet moan. “Fuck, Francesca. I will never get over how fucking good you feel on my cock.”
Her pussy spasmed at his praise, flexing around the thick length of him, and she swore she could hear the sound of the leash snapping. And then he was pounding into her, pinning her to the wall with frantic, desperate thrusts.
Arms wrapped around him, she clung to him as he fucked her without mercy, without finesse, without a care for her pleasure. This was her husband at his basest, a creature of need and lust, claiming his mate in a frenzy driven by nothing but instinct.
And it fucking thrilled her. Knowing she alone could drive the most powerful, self-controlled man she’d ever met to this, that she could strip away all the layers of sophistication and restraint to lay bare the beast inside was a drug she hoped she never quit.
Her own need grew again with every stroke of his cock inside her. Even without trying, he still managed to drag her up that shimmering peak and over it one final time, her screams of pleasure mingling with his satisfied groans as he buried himself in her pussy, filling her as her body clenched and spasmed around him.
For a long while, they stayed locked together, his body holding her up against the wall as their breathing evened out once more.
“My good girl,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of her neck. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
Of all the things he could have said, that was the last one she’d expected, and it shocked a laugh out of her. “Merry Christmas, Daddy. But don’t think you’re getting out of buying me something shiny just because you gave me a few decent orgasms.”
“A few? Decent?” Danger rippled beneath his words, and she just barely managed to bite back a whimper. “I ought to tie you to that damn bed and make you come until you pass out for that.”
“As tempting as that sounds”—and fuck her if it didn’t actually sound really freaking tempting—“I really do need to get back. We’re tight on time as it is and I’m going to need my hair and makeup fixed.”
Pulling back, he grinned, the most self-satisfied smile she’d ever seen stretching across his face. “You are going to I need a bit of help there. Sorry about that.”
“Yeah, you sound really torn-up about it.”
“Maybe next time you’ll think twice about being a brat.”
Screwing her nose up, she pretended to think about it for roughly five seconds. “Nah, probably not.”
He laughed, a deep, from the belly kind of laugh that made her heart flutter in her chest. “God, I love you, my bratty little wife.”
“Love you back, GSFD. Now please put me down so I can get back before Lottie loses her mind.”
He lowered her to the ground, but before she could pick up her panties from where he’d left them on the floor, he bent and snatched them up. “Not yet, little siren. You’re forgetting your most important accessory.”
It took a moment for his meaning to register, and when it did, her traitorous pussy spasmed greedily. “Daddy, no. Please, I can’t. I’ll die if you keep using that thing on me.”
“I promise not to turn it on again until after the ceremony. Deal?”
Which meant he was likely to spend the entire reception teasing her and tormenting her until she finally snapped again and dragged him off somewhere so he could fuck them both senseless in some hidden nook.
And that sounded like fucking heaven.
“Deal.”
Frankie
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With the toy tucked back inside her pussy and her clothing once more in place, she slipped her hand into Holden’s and let him lead her out to the main room of the suite. One look in the bathroom mirror had confirmed her hair was beyond any attempts she might make to fix it, but at least her makeup was more or less intact.
Gotta ask her what kind of setting spray she uses.
They were met with wide, knowing grins from the other Doms as they made their way to the front door, while Jacob did his best to pretend he didn’t see them, despite the fact that his blush could stop traffic.
At the door, Holden paused, pulling her close so he could take her lips in a long, deep kiss that had her heart doing a slow roll in her chest.
“Be good, little siren. I’ll see you at the altar.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
