Dear Santa: A Bad Boy Christmas Romance

by Lulu Pratt

  I run my hand over her bare ass, loving how round and smooth it is. I move my hand over it and down to her pussy. My fingers dip inside of her, and she moans as they do. I run them over her engorged clit. She shakes as I stroke around it.

  Her entire body responds. I am sure that she wants me inside of her to finish the job, but I decide on something else.

  She is still bent over the bed. I am holding on to her ass with both hands, and I drop down to my knees. I nibble at the sweet curve of her ass first. Her left cheek and then her right. I lick and kiss them. I pinch them with my hands. Each time I do, she moans and squeals.

  Her pussy is right in my face. Her lips are inches away from my own. I lick my own lips, eye my target and bury my face. Her pussy tastes amazing, and as my tongue punctures it, she lets out a long groan. I feel her hand run through my hair and push my face in even further.

  My tongue finds her clit and licks it. It’s swollen, and it hardens with each lick and suck. I wrap my lips around it, toying with it, playing with it. She spreads her legs a little more, allowing for me to really get my face in there, and I do.

  I run my tongue up her lips, switching between licking the inside of her sweet pussy and the outside of her clit. Each time I do, she moans and groans.

  “Don’t stop!” she begs for me to continue.

  Her entire body is responding now. She’s shaking and vibrating. I am sure that if I continue, if I keep my mouth wrapped around her, that she will come all over my face.

  I want to taste her juices. I want them dripping down my chin. But I also want to finish inside of her.

  I pull my face from her. Keeping a tight grip on her ass so she doesn’t move, I position myself behind her. My cock is still rock hard, but not as ready to blow as it was a few moments earlier. I press the head of my cock against her wet lips and tease her. By the sound of her soft panting, she loves it.

  “Blake, please,” she moans.

  Her hand reaches underneath her legs, gripping my cock by the base. She strokes it and rubs it against her thighs and lips. Her leg arches itself up, allowing me an easier entry. I slap her ass. Once and then twice. She squeals, loving it. Fuck me. I love that she loves it. Naughty girl.

  “Fuck me. Now,” she whispers.

  “With all ten inches, baby.” With one giant heave, I shove my hard length inside of her. It slides up, sandwiching between her lips. They suck around it, swallowing my shaft whole. Only when I am all the way inside of her, all the way up to my stomach, do I stop. And then I start again.

  Back and forth, I move my hips. In and out, in and out. I slide my cock all the way out of her, pausing at the end. I then shove it back into her, all the way to my stomach. Every time I do, she screams. Every time I do, she tells me to do it harder. And I do just that.

  I start to really pump into her harder. She is still bent over, and I am not going to let her go anywhere. I want to finish inside of her in this position. I love the way her ass looks. It’s so round and so firm. It’s all muscle and about as close to perfect as an ass can be.

  Back and forth, I continue to work her. I reach forward and take a handful of her hair. I pull her head back. Still holding on, my other hand slaps her perfect ass. And again. Each time I slap it, she tells me that she wants more. So I give her more.

  I want to fuck her forever. I never want to stop. If I were to die now, I would be a happy man, because this is as close to heaven as I will ever be. But I can’t go forever. Even now, as I think of this, I feel that sensation rising inside of me. I can feel my balls aching, my toes tingling and my knees shaking.

  “Are you close?” I ask.

  “So close,” she moans. “Come inside me. I want you to put a baby–”

  Her words are cut off and she screams again as I ram myself all the way inside her.

  The fire is starting to rise through the rest of my body. I am so close. My movements become more erratic, faster, harder. She starts to bounce back and forth, really pushing me to the edge.

  It’s on me now. It has taken over my entire body. I tap her on the ass, letting her know that I am about to come. She reaches back, grabbing onto me with one hand. Her toes flex out, her body goes rigid and together, the two of us come.

  As I come, I press myself all the way into her, making sure that my cock is totally buried. I feel the hot, sticky mess pouring from me, and I want to make sure that she takes all of it.

  Once I am finished, I stay inside of her. I try to press my body as tightly to hers as I can, ensuring that nothing is lost. When it is all said and done, I still want her pregnant.

  Her head is buried in the bed now, but she hasn’t moved. Like a good girl, her ass is sticking up in the air. She knows that she has to try to keep as much of my load inside her as she can. She knows that a baby is the number-one concern here. Well that, and the pleasure that we both receive from it.

  It’s only after several minutes, with me behind her, my cock buried into her, that I finally feel safe enough to remove myself. Slowly, very slowly, I pull myself from Carrie. My dick is still slightly hard and dripping in her juices. I don’t even bother to wipe it off as I fall in the bed beside her. She rolls onto her back and crawls up to me.

  We lay together with her wrapped in my arms. And as we do, I have to pinch myself. Despite all the baby talk and the ‘business proposal’ that the two of us made. I am still the happiest I have ever been. I hate to admit it, but I definitely feel myself falling in love with this woman.

  Chapter 26

  CARRIE

  As I wrap myself in Blake’s arms, I struggle to contain my smile. It spreads across my face with force and broadcasts openly just how happy I am right now. And it’s not just how great the sex is, although that is on another level. It’s everything.

  Blake is just so damn incredible. He is caring, kind and considerate. He is funny, warm and compassionate.

  He is the opposite of how I pictured him when Lyndsey used to describe him. Sure, she would tell me how hot he was, but she would also complain about how cruel he could be, and how he used to use her for his own means. I just don’t see any of that in him. Or at least, I haven’t yet.

  But whenever I think of that, and whenever my future plans come to the forefront of my mind, I have to work to contain them and push them away. I don’t want to think about that right now. I don’t want to ruin the moment. For right now, the moment is perfect.

  “Well, that was something else,” Blake finally says after a long silence.

  I nuzzle against his chest, stroking the lines of his muscles.

  “I’ve definitely had worse,” I joke. I kiss his chest as I do, concentrating on his pecs.

  “Easy,” he warns jokingly. “I might not be so considerate next time. I might have to just start thinking about my own needs.”

  “Does that mean that we will be done faster? Because I think I’d be okay with that.”

  “That’s it!”

  He pulls his arm from under me and holds me down as he begins to tickle me. I scream, batting him away as best as I can. But he is far too strong, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from rolling from the bed and falling on the ground.

  “Okay,” I scream. “I’m sorry. I take it back!”

  “Good,” he says with a smile. He stops tickling me, allowing me to rest back in his arms. “You’re far too sassy for my liking.”

  “It’s a defense mechanism,” I say. “The benefits of being an only child and an orphan.”

  “I didn’t know you were an orphan,” he says, sitting up and looking at me with curiosity.

  I had forgotten that I haven’t told him that yet. I’ve been trying to keep my past hidden and secret, just in case.

  “Oh, did I not mention that?” I ask quietly.

  “No. You told me you had a sister who passed away. And the way you spoke, it sounded like you had a family, too?”

  “I was adopted,” I admit.

  It’s odd, but I want to tell him more. I want to o
pen up to him and share my secrets with him. I’m usually pretty closed off, but Blake brings it out in me.

  “Are you and your adoptive parents close?” He asks.

  “Not really,” I admit. “I was close with my adoptive sister, but when she passed away, I kind of lost contact with my adoptive parents. Her death was hard on us, all of us.”

  “How did she die?” He asks softly.

  I can tell that he is treading lightly, not wanting to push me to hard. I appreciate it.

  “I’d rather not go into it,” I say. “It’s hard to talk about.”

  “Sorry, I’m sure it must be difficult.”

  “No, you don’t have to apologize. I’d just rather hear about your childhood. I’m sure it’s much more interesting than mine is.”

  I try my best to deflect the line of questioning, and it seems to work as he sits up further.

  “Oh, it’s your typical broken home story,” he says. “It’s a wonder I turned out so normal.”

  “Did you?” I joke.

  “Relatively. But I think that’s why I want a child so much. I had a pretty lousy childhood, and I feel that I need to remedy that, to prove that it wasn’t my fault. If I can be a good father, it might do some work erasing some of the bad memories I have of my own childhood. You know?”

  His voice is soft, almost vulnerable. It’s the most open he has ever been with me.

  “And a wife?” I ask. “Any plans for that?”

  “Hang on,” he says, grinning. “I barely know you. A kid is one thing but slow down.”

  “Shut up,” I say, slapping him on the chest. “You know what I mean.”

  “I do. And yeah, one day maybe. I’ve never really had a long-term relationship before. So, let’s concentrate on that first. Then, if you’re nice to me, I’ll ask you to marry me.” He chuckles to himself.

  “You can,” I begin. “But I probably won’t say yes. I’m holding out for someone really special.”

  “Oh, well I wish you good luck, then.” He kisses me on the forehead, as if giving me his blessing. I slap him on the chest again.

  “Anything else I need to know about you?” I ask. “I am trying to have a baby with you after all.”

  I decide to change the topic. The conversation is getting very intimate, and I can’t help but feel the need to change it. Every time he opens up, I feel myself falling harder for him. I can’t let that happen.

  “Hmm, I love pineapple on my pizza,” he says.

  “That’s it,” I say quickly, sitting up and pretending to climb from the bed. “We’re done here. You’re clearly unhinged and your mouth is broken.”

  “I don’t think so,” he says, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me back. “And just so you know, my son is going to love it, too.”

  “Son?” I ask suddenly. “You think it’s going to be a boy?”

  “A son. A daughter. As long as it’s healthy and happy, I don’t care. I just want a child,” he says seriously.

  I stop what I am doing and stare at him properly for the first time. At the mention of a possible child, my heart begins to ache. I don’t know why, but until this point, this whole thing has felt kind of fake. Like it wasn’t really real. But thinking about the gender of the child? That makes it so much more tangible.

  It hits me hard. To me, this has been about the money, but to Blake, he really wants a child. He really wants to be a father. And not just a father, but a good father. And what’s more, this will make me a mother.

  He leans forward and kisses me on the forehead, wrapping his arm around me. I fall into him, allowing for him to pull me back into bed. Despite myself, I feel a tear rolling down my cheek.

  Chapter 27

  BLAKE

  I don’t know who is more nervous, Carrie or me? On the one hand, I know that she is nervous about meeting Ben and my other friends. Over the past week, we have slowly become closer and closer. I don’t want to call her my girlfriend, but essentially, that is what she is. Bringing her over to meet Ben is a sign of this.

  Her nerves directly correlate with mine. She is worried about what Ben will think of her. I know what kind of a person Ben is. He likes mischief. He is more likely than not to latch on to how Carrie and I met, why we are together, and try to poke fun at me and our relationship because of it.

  Usually, this would be fine, if only Carrie and I had spoken about it. But as we haven’t. Well, not about how serious we are becoming anyway. Today will either make or break us.

  And there’s also the fact that I haven’t told anyone that we are trying for a baby.

  The two of us are silent as I navigate the Aston Martin along the freeway to where Ben lives. It’s only a short drive, but it feels like it has been hours.

  “Just so you know,” I say, in an attempt to break the silence. “As soon as you want to leave, all you have to do is tell me. If you’re bored, or not having a good time or whatever.”

  “Why would I not have a good time?” She asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

  “No reason. But just in case, you know?”

  “Don’t worry,” She smiles and reached across to take my hand. “I am sure that today will be fine. They’re your friends, and you like them. So, I assume that I’ll like them just as much.”

  I take my eyes off the road and glance at her, smiling as I do. I can’t even put into words how much I appreciate her in this moment. It’s as if she can read my mind and knows what I am thinking. Maybe today won’t be so bad after all?

  ***

  “There he is! I was about to send out a search party!” Ben calls out from across the yard the moment that we enter.

  Ben is now a full-on suburban dad. He lives in a modern, single-story home, complete with a wooden picket fence, a spacious backyard and a happy family. The barbecue features roughly twenty people, only half of whom I recognize.

  I get the sense that most of the men are fathers, just like Ben, and that’s how he knows them. Ever since Ben became a father, I have noticed the two of us drifting apart. That’s just the way things go sometimes.

  “We were going to skip it and go to the beach instead, but I figured that we should at least make a brief appearance,” I call back as I cross the yard to him.

  “Honestly, I think that would have been the better option. Jake just burnt the meat, and my youngest has Janet trapped inside the house. He’s going through that ‘no’ phase and is being a bit of a pest, if I’m being honest.”

  He reaches me and pulls me into a hug.

  “And for the life of me, I just can’t imagine why I’m not a father yet,” I joke.

  “Who would have your baby? Oh, hello!” Ben beams as he spots Carrie trailing behind me. “You must be Carrie, who I have heard, well, probably a normal amount about. Not too much, not too little.”

  “That’s funny, Blake hasn’t mentioned you at all,” Carrie shoots back.

  Ben erupts into a fit of laughter, and I feel the tension melt away.

  “Damn, she has an acid tongue this one,” he says, slapping me on the back. “I like her already.”

  “Uncle Blake!” I hear the call coming from across the yard, nearer the house. I turn to it, smiling the moment I spot its source. It’s Simon, Ben’s son.

  “Simon Says!” I yell back. “I’ll be one moment,” I whisper in Carrie’s ear as I turn and charge toward Simon. The moment I reach him, he throws open his arms and I scoop him into the air, holding him there.

  “Put me down!” he wails.

  “Why would I do that?” I ask, holding him by his waist.

  He still has a bandage on his head from his accident. I’m careful not to touch it. I love Simon as much as I have anyone. He and his brother are the closest things I have to children and are a large reason behind my desire to have one of my own.

  “Because I’ll tell Dad!” Simon giggles and screams.

  “Do it. I think he’ll tell me to keep going.” I throw him in the air, catching him by the waist and planting him back on the groun
d. As soon as his feet hit the ground, he wraps his arms around my leg and pulls me into a tight hug.

  “I didn’t know you were coming,” he says excitedly.

  “For you, I would cross the world,” I say, and I ruffle his hair. “Did your father not tell you?”

  I look back across the yard and see that Ben and Carrie are still talking. Carrie is laughing, and Ben clearly loves the effect he is having on her.

  Despite how light-hearted their conversation looks, I still feel my stomach drop as I watch them. I know what Ben is like, and he is likely to mention something embarrassing. As he knows how I feel about Carrie, that something is likely to be in the vein of how much I like her.

  That wouldn’t be a bad thing, if Carrie and I had had that conversation yet. But we haven’t, and I don’t want the first time being in Ben’s backyard in front of his friends.

  “I’ll be right back,” I say to Simon, and I ruffle his hair again. I then turn and hurry back across the yard to Ben and Carrie.

  “What’s so funny?” I ask.

  “Oh, nothing,” Ben says back, and as he does, he turns and winks at Carrie. She cracks up laughing again.

  “Somehow, I don’t believe you,” I respond lightly.

  “It’s seriously nothing,” Carrie says, wiping away the tears. “We were actually just talking about you and Simon. I can’t believe how good you are with kids.”

  “Oh,” I say surprised. “Yeah, well, I have a knack for it, I suppose.”

  Ben turns back, waving at his son. “I always said you would be a good dad. You’ll have to settle for being a good uncle instead.”

  As Ben is looking across the yard and away from Carrie and me, I catch her eye and wink. She smiles knowingly back. Yes, I am a good uncle, and I will be an even better father. I just can’t wait to prove it.