Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
He braces himself against the counter and pushes harder. I keep my eyes on his, soaking in the wonder. I love this man. I want everything of his inside me.
“You’re fucking clenching,” he says.
“Course I’m fucking clenching.”
“Let me in, Tiff.”
“No.”
“If you don’t relax, it’ll tear you.”
“So will giving birth to your child.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Why the hell not?” I roll my eyes. “I want you to hurt me,” I tell him. “I want to see that vivid vision you witnessed. And I want to love giving it to you. Now, sweet Reubs, fist my beautiful cunt and make me scream.”
He doesn’t reply, just stares me in the eye, presses one hand on my belly. Fuck how I cry out when he applies the pressure and my pussy finally breaks.
“In,” he says and I yelp again as he gives a shove and my cunt wraps around his wrist.
His fist feels like it’s in my stomach, and it hurts so bad I let out a stream of whimpers.
He wraps his free hand around the back of my neck and pulls me up for a better view, and I see he’s up past his wrist. Yeah, he’s fucking deep.
“Now watch,” he tells me, and pulls his fist out of my burning cunt.
It’s dripping with cum and laced with red. Yeah, I’m bleeding.
“Do it again,” I say, and cry out as he punch fucks me in one thump. His knuckles grate as my pussy battles to take him.
“Push,” he says, and I do as I’m told. I try to birth his hand from my pussy, pushing down with everything I’ve got, but he doesn’t move, just lets me strain.
The pain feels so dirty, it’s beautiful.
“Come on, Tiff, push,” he says, and we go in for another round. Slowly, he lets me birth his fist, hovering in the spot where his knuckles are at their fullest, right at the entrance of my pussy.
More cum and blood. More sweat and tears.
And more love for Reuben as he coaxes me into trying harder. Taking more.
His tone is gentle, despite the fact he’s being a broody monster. I imagine he’ll be using the same tone when I’m giving birth for real, and it will be beautiful.
I pull him forward when I’m exhausted, still taking his fist as I press my mouth to his. I kiss him like he’s my owner, my saviour… and my baby daddy. My partner. My friend. My everything.
What a beautiful combination.
He treats me like a princess when he works his thumb against my clit, to bring the pleasure as well as the pain.
“Come for me with my fist in deep,” he says. “Come and tell me how much you want to be filled up by me.”
I let the words come out in a ramble of truth.
“I want to be full, Reuben. I want your cum soaking my insides, and I want to watch my belly grow with your babies, until it’s so big I can hardly move. I want hot, swollen tits, leaking with milk. I want you to latch onto my nipples as well as our little one. Please, never stop fucking me, and never stop filling me up. My pussy belongs to you now. Always.”
“And my dick belongs to you. So does my cum.”
He gives me another round of it before we’re through, punching as I watch, amazed at the vivid vision he described. There’s a blur of frenzied thrusts and I’m riding high, coming like a bastard, gushing around his fist.
“Wow,” I say as he pulls free and I flood the countertop.
“You seem to be saying that a lot lately,” my grinning Santa says.
“Because you wow me, Reubs.” I shrug.
“And you need to quit with the Reubs, Tiff.”
“Why? It suits you, Daddy Reubs.”
He goes to the fridge, takes out another bottle of champagne.
“I like the look of that,” I tell him.
“And my dick likes the look of your wrecked cunt.” He picks up our empty glasses. “Get your sweet ass upstairs.”
I used to hate missionary. I mean – boring. But not now. Not with my saviour fucking me gently and dropping kisses on my lips, an incredible contrast to our filthy fun.
This is exactly what I’ve always wanted.
To be loved for me, in every aspect, and to love someone back.
And to actually make love.
“Fill me up, Santa,” I say when he picks up the pace.
“It will be my pleasure, baby,” he says, lifting my legs high as he unloads.
It’s late when I finally send Josh a message to let him know I’m done and safe, but this time I add another word to it.
D&S, forever. xx
Because I am.
EPILOGUE
Reuben
Twelve months later.
I’ve just waved off an adorable little boy with a goodie bag when Jen bursts into the grotto with a phone in her hand.
“REUBEN! You’ve got to take this. Mrs Santa is on the line.”