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“Here. Open this.” A box is shoved in front of my face and I open it to find a new pair of boots inside. Black leather with an adorable buckle on the side.

“Petrol! You shouldn’t have!” I dart up and hug him, surprised. They’re the nicest thing I’ve ever owned.

“Open the rest.” Giggling, I tear into them and find jeans and sweaters that are the perfect size. A warm winter coat is also in the pile and I groan.

“You spent way too much money, Petrol,” I whisper, dazed.

He squats beside me and his fingers catch my lowered chin. He growls, “You need anything and I will get it for you. I intend to spend my whole damn life taking care of you, princess. You will never want for a damn thing and before you say one fucking word, know this….you do not owe me a damn thing. It’s my fucking joy in life to get any damn thing you need or want. Nothing makes me happier than seeing you smile and laugh and this…”. He waves his hand at all the stuff piled up around me. “This is just stuff. The only thing worth a king’s ransom in this room is you. I love you, baby girl. Love you so damn much that it hurts to be away from you.”

He holds out a little box and I hold my breath, taking it with shaking hands. I open it and gasp, my mouth falling open in shock. A beautiful crystal-blue stone winks up at me from a simple platinum band. My eyes dart up to him, tears shimmering in them.

“It’s beautiful,” I whisper softly.

“Not as beautiful as you. But that stone is the exact same color as your eyes and as soon as I saw it, I knew that it was made for you. Will you do me the honor of marrying me, angel? Become my old lady and ride on the back of my bike until we’re old and gray together?”

I nod my head shakily, holding out my finger and smiling through my tears as he slips the ring on and kisses my finger.

“You’re mine, princess. My baby girl. Nobody is ever gonna hurt you again. I will protect you and cherish you for the rest of my days like the gift that you are.”

I smile and wrap my arms around his neck. He kisses me, his tongue stroking along mine. I sigh sadly. “I don’t have anything to give you, Petrol.”

“All I need is you. You’re my perfect present, sweetheart.”

I smile wickedly. “Then I guess you better unwrap your gift, Santa baby.”

He throws his head back but then he surges to his feet and throws me, shrieking over his shoulder. His big hand slaps my ass before he tosses me on the bed. He tugs at his belt and rips it out with a snap, making my pussy clench. Fuck, I love that sound.

In seconds, he’s got his clothes off and then he grabs my ankle and tugs me to the end of the bed. His big hand wraps around my throat as he leans in close and whispers, “I love you so much, Addie.”

“Love you, too, Michael.”

“Uh-uh.” He wags his head, the only thing on him the Santa hat that wags the little fluff ball at me. “What do you call me, baby girl?”

“Daddy.”

“Just for today, you can call me Santa Daddy.” Then he rips my shirt off and pushes my knees up and back, falling to his knees between my thighs.

“Oh god!” I holler as his tongue delves between my folds, drinking in my juices like a ravenous beast.

“That’s my girl. Give me what I want so I can give you what we both want, sweet girl.”

The velvety hat strokes my thighs as his tongue lashes my clit and plunges into my hole over and over again. My belly tightens and then fireworks sizzle into life behind my closed eyelids.

“Come for Daddy, baby girl. Come all over Daddy’s face.”

And just like that pleasure washes over me in never-ending waves as my pussy tightens and the tightness in my core snaps like a broken rubber band.

“Yes, Daddy! Yes!”

I feel him stand and his body falls across me as he slams inside me in one smooth move that takes my breath away.

My fingers twist in his soft hair and his eyes fuse with mine as he drives inside me again and again. The lights from the tree paint rainbows across our writhing bodies and I whimper softly.

My body sizzles and I’m stuffed so full of this man that I can’t even breathe for feeling him deep inside me.

I reach up and my hands touch his rough, scruffy cheeks. “Make me yours, Daddy.”

“You’ve always been mine,” he growls and then he shunts his slim hips so deep that the base of his cock hits me just right and I scream through another orgasm, the fluttering of my release driving him on to his own release.

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