Page 23 of Stolen Christmas
Luca
I step out of the bathroom, preparing to leave, when she comes stalking out behind me. “What do you mean, a grandchild?” She actually sounds dumbfounded, as if I hadn’t made that clear earlier.
“What the fuck did you think we’d do together that I’d gift my mother? A macaroni necklace or some arts-and-craft shit?” I toss back, sliding on my dress shirt.
“I don’t know… not something that permanent. Some fake engagement…” I press my hand to her lips because all that’s coming out is shit I don’t want to hear. Bullshit words that are only going to piss me off, and after the day I’ve had, I just want to sink deep inside her and release all this pent-up tension.
“Let me stop you right there. There’s no fucking fake engagement.” The thought of anything between us being fake is ludicrous.
She throws her hands up in the air with full indignation, and at her height it’s fucking cute. I want to laugh for a change, something I rarely ever do. “So you want a baby with me, but you’re going to dump me off on the doorstep afterward.” As soon as those words are out of her mouth, the humor is gone. The thought of her leaving burns in my gut like a slug from a .22. It’s just not going to happen, and she needs to be made aware of that fact.
“Woman, learn to be quiet and pay attention. There will be nothing fake about it. A real engagement, a real deep and thorough fucking, and a real baby.”
“Why?” her voice lingers on such a short word like it carries more weight than it should. To me, the answer is simple, even if it isn’t. She’s mine.
I slip on my suit jacket, forgoing the tie for the night. It’s unnecessary. “I told you. Your brother destroyed an irreplaceable gift, and I need a new one. Besides, I find you fucking gorgeous, and I want you under me. My problem solves itself. Get your pretty ass ready for bed, and I’ll be back soon.”
“Where are you going?” Her tone isn’t one I haven’t heard from a woman before, but this time I’m actually willing to entertain giving an answer.
“Gonna miss me already, baby girl?” I ask, twisting my lips just a bit.
“You were about to fuck me like you needed your next breath, and then you’re not. Are you going to get off with one of your lovers to get what you need?” I’m on her in a second, pinning her against the sofa cushions, pulling her panties off like the madman she thinks I am and lowering my face between her thighs with my tongue slipping into her tiny cunt. Maybe I am mad.
A low rumble comes from me when I taste her soaking wet hole. “Fuck, so wet for me. You need me. Just say it.” I stuff a finger in her virgin tight pussy, stretching and teasing it while her heels grind on the arm of the sofa. Fuck, I know I’m insane. I’m licking this woman’s pussy like a man possessed all because she challenged my motives.
I free myself from my pants, stroking my cock with my free hand. I don’t even need to get hard; my dick has been throbbing steel since I met her. I’m afraid I’ll nut the second I dip into her tight pussy. The jeweler can wait. She wants me to show her what she does to me. She’ll get all the cum I have waiting for her little womb.
“I have to be somewhere important, but since your pussy can’t wait, It’s best I give it to you now.” Spreading out her thighs wider, I lift one leg over my shoulder and line up my cock with her entrance. “Mine.” The thick head pushes into her slit past her slick lips, slowly disappearing into her tight hole, and I can’t think straight as her cunt puts a stranglehold on my dick.Fuck.
I lean down and stare into her golden-brown eyes. “You taste so fucking good, but I need to fucking own this pussy before I go. Can’t have you going to bed without my cum dripping from your little slit.” Her slick walls flex, showing me her pleasure. “Good girl. Let that pussy tell me how much you want it.”
I grip the arm of the sofa above her head and slam forward, driving my cock into her depths, taking her for my own. Satisfaction shoots through every fiber of my being as she cries out from the pain. Yes, I’ve torn up her tiny hole, but she asked for it. In fact, she challenged me. The animal in me was calm and going to let her rest, but no, she had to accuse me of going to fuck someone else. Now she’s got my big cock buried in her virgin hole, stretching it to its max capacity. Now she’s got to get used to me.
“Breathe, baby. It’ll get better. Then I’m going to give you just what you need,” I swear.
“It’s too big,” she whimpers, her hands clenching around my back.
“Just for now. You’ll get used to it, so breathe like I told you or I’ll spank that ass.” I wrap my hand around her throat, and she gasps. “There you go, you sexy little Angel. Give me those gasps. I want to hear it while my cock saws its way through your tiny cunt.”
“You’re a brute.”
“That the fuck I am, and you like it. Your little slit’s already soaking my dick, readying me to drill you,” I say, sliding slowly in and out like a saw.
“Eep,” she squeaks, and then a soft sigh comes out as she gets used to my thick rod.
Positioning myself, I lift her up to kneel on the sofa while wrapping my arms around her back. “You’re getting used to it, baby.”
“Yes, Luca. Yes.” She clings to me, feet pressing onto the sofa cushion, knees at my waist and her fingernails digging into my back.
“That’s right, hold onto me and I’ll give you a ride.” I fuck her hard, working her up and down my length. Inch by inch my cock saws into her wet heat, drilling her and leaving my mark on her walls. I’m not being as gentle as I should, but my little brat is getting what she deserves for pushing me too far.
Angel cries out as I work her little body roughly. My hips piston upward, sending my thickness deep inside her. She can’t handle me, but she’s learning, and learning fast. Every thrust is more and more intense. Sweat beads down my back, and I feel my sack ready to fill her womb.
“Fuck, come for me, Angel. Give me that little soul-shaking orgasm.” I lick my fingers, reaching over and strumming her tiny nub until she’s singing for me.
“That’s it, come.” She squeezes her tight cunt around my dick, sending my load from my balls right up through my cock. I unload fast and hard, pumping until it’s dripping out. I grip her cheeks and bring her face to mine. “You are fucking fantastic, Angel.” Kissing her puffy, swollen lips, I pull back and release my fiancée.
“Wow,” she gasps, dropping onto the sofa in a collapsed heap as I stare down with pride.
