He laughs and drags his hand down my belly and over my mound. “If you can be bratty, I’m clearly not fucking you hard enough.”

“Nooo…” I pant as he rolls his thumb against my clit. “Oh yes. That.”

“Which is it? No or yes?”

“No, don’t fuck me harder. Yes, rub just…” Inside me, everything is coiling tight. “Yes…Jake…”

“Fuck, are you going to come?”

“Yes…” I look at him desperately, my legs shaking as my body starts to clench around his cock.

Inside me, he gets harder, and that pressure—oh God, that pressure—pushes me over the edge. I cry out, at first his name, and then as my brain explodes, “Daddy daddy daddy…”

He pulls me down on top of him, trying to move me, but I rock back, sinking as much of my pussy as I can onto his thick length.

Needing him inside me, craving it, as I crack and crumble and break into a whole new person.

His voice, when I finally hear it, is strained. “Sienna, baby, I need to pull out.”

“No.” I’m lost in a sea of need, but I know I want this. “Inside me. Please.”

“You want Daddy to come inside you?” He groans. “Fuck a Christmas baby into my baby?”

I nod and babble, yes, that, that’s all I want for Christmas, and then he groans, long and low and raw.

Deep inside me, I feel him pulse, and I collapse into a boneless heap on his chest.

Chapter Eight

Jake

Two days after she quits because I’m an emotionally unavailable, insufferable jerk, the most beautiful woman in the world is sprawled on my chest.

Full of my seed.

I skate my fingers down her spine, loving the slight weight of her on top of me, her firm little tits pressed into my chest, the sweet warmth of her breath on my neck.

“I want to thump you on the chest right now, but I don’t want you to spank me until later,” she mumbles.

I laugh in surprise. “What? Why?”

“For making me wait so long to ride your dick!” She lifts her head indignantly and gives me a loose, happy grin. “That was…”

“Perfect.” I brush a strand of hair off her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. Every inch of her body is arousing to me, and deep inside her freshly claimed—and now filled—pussy, my cock pulses back to life.

Her eyes go wide. “I can feel you.”

“Get used to that.”

“Are you…will we…again?”

“Not right now.” I cup her cheek and ease our mouths together, tasting the sexy sweet innocence of her mouth. Her surprise, her delight.

Carefully, because this is a small fucking bed and I’m a big man, I roll us as one, carefully depositing her on her back before I pull out of her.