The words spill out of me, and I’m surprised by the honesty in them.
“I love you.” Hans doesn’t say it back just because I did; I can see in his eyes he genuinely means it. He truly does love me and wants nothing more in life than to do that. “Forever my bride.” He tucks my hair behind my ear as his cock throbs inside of me.
“But how will this work? It’s not like I can walk around the city with a ten-foot-tall nutcracker beside me all the time. Especially when his cock is hard.”
“I will be small when you need. I will be big when you need.” He says it like it’s the obvious solution. “Your need is my need.”
“That’s it?” I feel tears sting my eyes. “You show up and make all of my dreams come true, just like that?”
“Yes,” he answers simply. Then he rolls me over and pins me to the floor. “I ache for my bride.”
His cock thrusts deep, and I moan at how good it feels. His head dips low, and when he sucks my nipple into his mouth, my eyes roll back. Hans gives me pleasure along every inch of my body, and the sound of his nuts smacking in delight makes me grin.
We greet the dawn of Christmas morning with me riding his cock and rubbing against his berries. We talked between fucking all night long and have decided to travel the world. Hans misses traveling, and I’ve never been anywhere. Now that I’ve got all the money I could ever dream of, I never have to work again.
Jacking off a nutcracker until he came to life and fucked me wasn’t on my wish list this Christmas. Yet I’ve never been happier or more loved. Our future might seem strange, but with the way Hans makes me feel, I’m going to let him get in any hole he wants.
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THE END!
