Page 15 of Joy for the Scrooge


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His hands fly between us, and he grabs his thick member. “Lift up for Daddy, angel.”

I do as he instructs, my lips parting in a whimper as he guides his shaft to my entrance and rubs at my wetness before thrusting into me with a pained grunt. Christ, he feels impossibly thick and large.

“Too big, Daddy,” I whimper, grabbing onto his shoulders and rocking gently, trying to adjust to him.

Nick clutches my bottom and pulls me flush against him, driving his cock impossibly deeper. I throw my head back with a cry when he starts bouncing me on his lap, his shaft sliding in and out of me with a loud wet sound that would have left me feeling horrified, but I am far too gone to think about anything but the pleasure he brings me.

He curses roughly as he fucks me, the arm around my waist holding me tightly as he pounds his hard shaft into me, frying every last one of the brain cells.

“Mine,” he growls. “No one gets to touch what’s fucking mine.”

“Yes,” I gasp, head thrown back as I rock my hips against his. Another gasp stutters out when his hand closes around my throat and pulls me forward, forcing me to meet his dark, hungry eyes.

“Say it! I want to hear you fucking say it.”

“Yours, Daddy,” I cry out, pleasure shooting up my spine from the pressure he has around my throat. “Only yours!”

Christ!

It’s too much!

This time, the orgasm tears through me with little warning as stars explode behind my eyelids and my body shudders over his as I climax with a deafening scream. I buck against him, my body trembling from the strength of the orgasm even as he continues to thrust into me, dragging out the pleasure much longer than I anticipated. Nick comes with a deep growl, his body stilling beneath mine as he shoots thick ropes of warm seed into my womb and marks me as his.

It's intimate, the way he lazily thrusts into me as he drags out the aftershocks of our pleasure.

He falls back on the pillow, and I follow him down, laying my head on his chest as I fight to catch my breath.

I could fall back to sleep. His muscled pec acts as a perfect pillow, and besides, I can hear his beating heart this way, proof that the cold businessman does actually have one after all.

My eyes move to the bedroom window where the curtains are slightly drawn. The snow is falling heavily, and I can tell there will be no leaving this place today either. “It’s Christmas.”

“How would you typically spend the day?” he asks, his voice so deep, I can feel his chest vibrate.

“Well, it depends, I guess. I don’t really have a tradition or anything like that. If my crazy roommate doesn’t make me drive her to some party or other, I go skating at the park on Christmas Eve. I spend Christmas Day at home, decorating the tree and baking for my neighbors.”

“What about your family?”

“I was raised by my uncle’s family after my parents died, but we are not close,” I say, downplaying the sour relationship I have with my only remaining living family member. He and his wife made it clear that I was unwanted and no longer welcome in their home when I turned eighteen, and maintaining the distance between us is probably for the better.

Nick must sense a shift in the mood because he grabs my chin and shifts my face, so I am looking down into his perfect blues. I could drown in them if I am not careful.

“I promised you a fire,” he whispers, his eyes dropping to my lips. “I should probably get started on that.”

“You should,” I whisper, but my lips are already pressing to his. My sex throbs anew, and I am surprised by my insatiable need for him.

“I’ll get to it in a minute,” he says, but he’s rolling me to my back and guiding his cock to my entrance, and soon, we’re making love again. This time, his movements are tortuously slow. Every moment shared between us feels like he is imprinting on me.

I love you. The words are on the tip of my tongue. I want so much to tell him how I feel, but I can’t bring myself to say the words in my heart. Not when we have a deadline for this.

With my body burning with need, sex trembling and heart clenching with longing, I choose to bury my face in his neck and swallow back the words I long to say.

I love you!

Chapter Seven

Nick

We make love all morning.

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