Chapter Five

Stuart

I don't even realize how big of a load my balls carried until just now, leaving it all behind inside Rose but after being relieved from all that seed, maybe I need a break to build myself up again.

At the same time, look at this girl. How can I stop fucking her? When she's literally naked with a bow wrapped around her?

I can't... and maybe she can help me get back into fighting shape.

"Come here, naughty girl," I command her, standing—albeit with loopy, loose legs. I still stand and smile down at her as she crawls to the edge of the coffee table on hands and knees, still loosely tangled in ribbon. She tugs the blindfold down around her slim neck, and I immediately come up with some new uses for that prop.

Just the thought of it has me ready for her, all over again. This is my Rose. I’ve fantasized about this moment for fucking years.

Her tits bounce as she rises from her knees. I help her up, grab the underside of her elbow and drag her into my arms. “There you are,” I say, just as she did.

“Here I am,” she whispered. She shakes in my arms, trembles from the orgasm, from the sweet mixture of our juices now trailing between her legs. Fuck, I want to fill her again. I will fill her again.

I’ve already regained my breath. My dick twitches, and I hold her out at arm’s length, examine those curves, and that sweet golden thatch of hair between her legs. “Stand here,” I say.

I walk to the sofa.

"Okay, baby." I settle onto the living room couch. My cock waves in my lap like a big, fat flag pole. "Come tell me what you want for Christmas."

I pat my thigh, encouraging her to approach my lap.

Rose purses her lips but obeys. I enjoy the motion of her body as she crosses toward me, the sinew of her muscular thighs, the sway of her perky breasts. I bet her stamina and her muscle control are through the roof; it's obvious that she's fit and healthy. I wonder if she can outlast me... and there's only one way to find out.

"I want you to sit on my lap," I tell her when she's standing in front of me, "with your thighs wide open. Straddle Santa."

Rose spreads her thighs wide and settles down onto my lap. Her gash opens for me, and she’s slick and hot, against my hard-on. My cock lays against her clit and down the center of her strip. We both shudder as we settle together but we just sit for a second, not sinking into any kind of rhythm yet.

She's waiting for my word. Good girl.

"What do you want for Christmas this year, little girl?" I ask.

"I want you," she breathes, gazing into my eyes. I stare back at her with appreciation.

I spend so much time working and being appreciated for my money, I forgot how it felt to be wanted for myself.

"Then I have a present for you," I tell her. "Reach your hand down and feel it."

Rose's hand snakes between her own thighs to the base of my cock and grasps it, massaging it upward like she's memorizing every curve, every veiny detail.

"This is exactly what I want," she says.

I swallow thickly. "Then get on it."

She puts all her weight on one knee and lifts the other knee to settle and sheath my dick within her body. I shudder as I sink inside of her but the recoil on that only lasts for a second.

"Grind your hips back and forth."

Most women have little to no experience with having sex on top, and I don't want my girl to be that way. I want her to know every way to pleasure me, even if she's pleasuring me by pleasuring herself.

Rose gyrates on my lap and my eyelashes flutter at the sweet, soft sensation of her cunt milking my cock, trying to pull out another spurt.

"Just like that." My voice shakes, giving away what a good job she's doing, especially for someone who has just had her innocence taken. "Don't stop."

"Okay, Santa," Rose says, and I grin. She's roleplaying with me. I never met a woman who could role-play without being incredibly awkward and bashful about it. "I was a good girl this year," she says, pumping herself up and down my shaft.

I grip her hips and help strengthen her momentum. Fuck, I'm going to come again. This has to stop. I feel crazy. It feels like it's only been ten minutes since I walked through that door.

"Show me that good pussy, good girl," I tell her. "Show me that good pussy."

I can't wait anymore. This position doesn't have the leverage I need to really slam into her, and my cock is crying for that exact thing. My arms circle around her and lift her into the air. She never stops pumping, and neither do I. We're still having sex while we're walking but as soon as I hit the far wall, I pin her up against it and go full throttle inside her. I can't stop.

"Welcome to the South Pole," I whisper, and she giggles at my pun. "Let me get deep in there now, baby." I fill her utterly and she almost breaks but she holds her composure and I'm proud. She is a good girl. "You deserve this dick," I tell her, scooping her off the wall and walking with her toward the bedroom.

She's taken it kinky and she's taken it hard—hell, she lost her virginity on her belly, hog-tied by a Christmas ribbon—and now I want to give it to her the right way... in a bed, pressed close to her, the way a man and a wife should do. The way she deserves to be fucked.

They call it missionary style but it's more than that. It's my skin on her skin. It's my eyes gazing into her eyes. It's making love.

I walk her up the winding villa staircase, still speared on me. I'm still throbbing inside her.

"Come on, baby girl," I whisper against her ear. "I'm going to put you to bed right."

We cross the bedroom threshold, and I saunter over to the king-sized bed, feeling every inch a king right now. I spread my claimed virgin, my sweet charity worker, spread open on the bed like I'm going to investigate her every crevasse.

I lower myself over her, and for the first time tonight... I kiss her. I kiss Rose deeply and sweetly on the mouth, my tongue breaking between her lips and tangling with hers. She moans into me and her body loosens and curls around mine like so many vines, ensnaring my limbs and my torso. As we kiss, I thrust slowly and rhythmically into her. Our kiss finally breaks, and I breathe against her neck, unable to get enough of her scent, her touch, her skin. I want to be close.

I've never felt this way about a woman before—especially after we've had sex a few times—but I want Rose to be curled up, completely naked, in this bed with me tonight. I want to be able to sling my arm over her and fall into a deep sleep.

I come while shoved completely inside her, so even my hardest thrusts are tiny, but it doesn't matter. We're drowning in cum anyway. I might have to marry this girl.