My Christmas Gift

by Steele, C. M.

  “Haha. I’m just excited to see you with someone, but with that attitude, I’m going to have to teach her how to handle you.”

  “Oh shit, you’re in trouble now,” Jake said. “How about we let them come in the house? It’s getting colder by the minute.”

  “Oh, yeah. Sorry,” she apologized, then grabbed Paige by the arm and dragged her in.

  “Wow,” Paige blurted out.

  “You thought our house was decked out, but this is Santa’s workshop.”

  “Oh hush, Charlie,” Kaci hissed. A cry ripped through the baby monitor. “Uh-oh. Someone is up from their nap. Come with me, Paige, and we’ll get Jacob.”

  We stayed at Jake’s all night. The women spent most of the time in the kitchen cooking dinner for us. Kaci already had a large meal planned out even though it was only us. She was big into the holidays because of her terrible childhood. I understood and I was sure so did Paige.

  “So tell me, man. How’s everything between you? You look happy as fuck and so does she after she got over the awkwardness,” Jake whispered, looking at the kitchen door to make sure the women didn’t come out.

  “She was really nervous, but she’s pretty awesome. I’m in love with her, Jake.”

  “That’s freaking obvious. Just so you know she looks the same. I’m happy for you.”

  “Thanks, I can’t wait to claim her completely,” I grumbled.

  “Well, it’s a good way to welcome Christmas day.” He slapped my knee and said, “Speaking of tha,t I have to go find the missus. I need a couple of kisses to hold me over until we toss you out.”

  It was after ten thirty when we called it a night. They loved their gifts and little man kept diving into the pile of stuff animals. We took tons of pictures and I couldn’t wait until it was our turn to celebrate our baby’s first Christmas. First things first, I had to bury myself inside her.

  Chapter 10—Paige

  We just got home from visiting Jake and Kaci. I loved playing with the baby. He was absolutely adorable. Seeing their family together made me ache for Titan and I to have our own family. He turned on all the decorations after we walked in and took off our outer wear. He walked into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of wine. “Come and sit down on the sofa with me.”

  I joined him on the sofa and took a glass of wine. We sat there staring at the tree as the lights twinkled. It was magic to me. I hadn’t had this growing up and here I was spending Christmas with a man who made me feel special. He played with my hair while I ran my hand up and down his chest. “Paige,” he sighed. I looked up at him and he captured my mouth. Our kiss intensified until I was on top of his lap with my sweater over my head and tossed to the side. I started to grind on his lap, moaning as he kissed my neck.

  It had just struck midnight on a Christmas town clock that was on his fireplace mantle. "Merry Christmas, Paige,” he whispered in my ear.

  "Merry Christmas, Charles," I replied.

  "Damn, I never liked Charles until now. It sounds perfect coming from your lips,” he whispered against my lips.

  I found myself laying on the floor with the rest of my clothes thrown to the side. He made quick work of his, too. The Christmas tree lit up with its beautiful lights illuminating the room and his face. Charles leaned over me with a look of hunger and desire in his eyes. I let out a little whimper as I felt the edge of his cock pressed against my clit.

  “My dear Paige, I have to have a taste of some Christmas pie.” Slowly he kissed his way down, making sure to leave little marks all over my flesh. I could barely breathe, excitement ran through me knowing what he was going to do. He placed some tiny little kisses over my mound then on to my thighs before rubbing his face against my pussy. I moaned from just the feel of his scruff against my heat. His tongue slipped out and, like that, I was crying out for more as my first orgasm came over me like a wave of intense pleasure. I screamed his name out loud as I felt the finger push inside me "Oh my gosh. It feels so good." Working his tongue up and down my wet slit, he continued to fuck my pussy with his finger.

  "Give me more, Paige. You can come for me again."

  I clutched the carpet, holding onto it for dear life as he continued to eat my pussy like he couldn't get enough. My hips bucked pushing my wetness into his face. My hands had a mind of their own. I gripped his hair, moving his head around to get what I needed. He growled, then sucked my clit hard. I came harder than the first time, shaking uncontrollably.

  “Charles,” I moaned over and over again until my body was spent.

  He slowly climbed up my body, kissing every bare inch of my skin. He pushed up so that the tip of his cock entered just past my entrance. I knew he was bracing himself, but so was I.

  “Relax, my love. I want to make you mine, but you’re so tense,” he grunted out. I calmed down and stared into his beautiful green eyes that caught my notice from the start. He reached between us and teased my clit. I moaned and was back with him. I arched my back and he took the opportunity to take my nipple into his mouth and suck hard at first then traced circles around my breast. I was sighing and ready to come again when he pushed all the way through. I thought it would hurt, but it wasn’t more than a pinch.

  His eyes widened before a large smile crept over his face. “I’m a lucky man. Thank you, Paige.” He leaned down and kissed my lips. “Mine,” he muttered against my cheek, resting his body on mine. I felt so full. His cock stretched out my tiny, untouched pussy. I ached as much as I needed more. Charles grunted, thrusting into me faster and faster with each pass. I ran my hands over his strong arms that were flexed. His muscles were tight and big, like everything on him. His body was turning me on so much that I was about to come. He grabbed a hold of my hair and tugged it back, pressing his lips to my neck and sucking on my racing pulse. I was done. I came so hard, crying out his name. As I shook out my release, I heard him let a roar rip through him as his hips pumped faster and harder into me. I felt the first spurts of his cum against my walls, coating my womb. When we came together, a new feeling coursed through me—fear.

  He looked into my eyes, and I had to turn away because I knew he could read my mind. “Look at me, Paige,” he commanded. I reluctantly look back at him. “Don’t be afraid of what you’re feeling. I love you, Paige.”

  “I love you, too. Please don’t hurt me, Charles,” I confessed. He had the power that no one else had. I was afraid he’d break my heart.

  “That’s something I could never do,” he uttered, kissing me again. “Thank you for my Christmas gift.”

  Chapter 11—Titan

  We woke up wrapped in the sheets in our bedroom. I looked down at her satisfied and sleepy face. She had been a virgin. I couldn't believe it. I looked at my alarm clock and it was still Christmas morning. I had a gift to give her. I jumped out of bed to get the gift I placed on the tree. Shit, it was cold when I was naked. I’d better give it to her after I warmed up under the covers. Can’t have her thinking it’s not as big as she remembered. I walked into the bed room and she was still asleep on her belly. I fucked her really good and I couldn’t wait to get in her again.

  I pounced on the bed, flopping and making her bounce up. My eyes saw a bit of a jiggle from her tits. “Ah,” she screamed. “You scared the shit out of me,” she hissed, tossing a pillow at my head.

  I started laughing, flipped her over and trapped her under me. “Sorry, babe,” I apologized, trying not to laugh.

  “You’re not sorry.”

  “Nope. I got to see your tits jiggle when I landed. Can’t say that would make me sorry.” My cock was stiff again. “Well, I am sorry you weren’t lying on your back. That would have been a show,” I confessed, pressing my erection against her pussy.

  “I’m sorry you missed out,” she moaned, lifting her hips up. The tip slipped in her and I couldn’t stop from pushing all the way into her depths. “Glad you didn’t jump on the bed like this,” she panted. Her pussy opened up for me but it was still super tight. I groaned as I rocked my hip
s into her.

  She cried out my name. “Charles.” My cock pulsed with the sound purring from her voice. Her hands moved into my hair, scratching my scalp. It felt so good that I moaned over her lips.

  “Say my name again, Paige.”

  “Charles,” she moaned. I felt my balls tighten and sweat building and sliding down my back. “I’m going to come,” she cried out. Her body tensed up and her pussy clenched a hold of my cock and came. I thrusted into her over and over again, pulling her hair and emptying my load into her womb.

  “Paige,” I roared, filling her with my cum.

  “I love you, Charles,” she said, pulling my body down on hers.

  “I’m too heavy for you,” I warned her.

  “It feels wonderful. I feel safe with you around me,” she muttered against my ear, kissing my neck. This woman was going to get me started all over again. My cock throbbed every with her affection.

  “I love you, Paige, but I need to get up.” She sighed. She let go of her hold and I pulled out of her sweetness. I hated it, but she needed her gift.

  I walked to the dresser where I dropped the gift and scooped it up. Walking back to the bed, my cock bobbing so much that she was distracted from what I had in my hands. “You didn’t get enough, sweetheart?”

  “I guess not. But I want to shower first.”

  “Not yet.” I knelt down on the bed, and handed her the small present.

  “You shouldn’t have.”

  “Just open it.”

  She unwrapped the pretty small square box. When she pulled the case out of the box, she gasped. “Open the box,” I demanded. I was so nervous. I knew she was my woman to keep, but I didn’t know if she wanted to marry me. She lifted the case open and saw the three-carat solitaire. She covered her mouth in shock.

  “Will you marry me, Paige?” I asked anxiously while looking deeply into her eyes.

  “I…yes,” she said, nodding her head vigorously. Her smile had to be as wide as mine. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her hard. Taking the ring out of the box, I slid the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly, what luck.

  “Wait, when did you buy this?” she asked, staring at the ring.

  “I was putting in my truck when you were abducted,” I confessed.

  “Could you be any more perfect?”

  “I’m going to try. I never wanted anything more in my life than you. I had to snatch you up before someone tries to take what’s mine.”

  “Silly man, I’m not interested in anyone else.”

  “That’s my plan. I knew you were the one since I first saw you.”

  She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and kissed me. And like that I was inside her again, celebrating forever with my Christmas gift.

  Epilogue

  The snow was falling hard all night. When I woke up, I saw there had to be at least a foot of fresh snow. I was making coffee when Jake showed up with the present and the entire brood. We decided to spend Christmas together after our we moved closer to each other.

  Paige waddled down the steps and greeted Kaci, who was as equally round. They were about to pop in a few months. We’d been married for almost four years now and were on our third baby. I hope I got my little girl this time for Paige’s sake. She wanted a little princess to spoil, and, truth be told, I did, too.

  Jake held onto our present for the boys because it would be too obvious what it was and they’d have to get it before Christmas. Our boys were going to be so happy with the present we got them. “It’s under the tree,” he said, giving me a hug.

  “Thanks, man. Merry Christmas.”

  “Merry Christmas. No problem. I can’t wait for them to see it. The boys just ran upstairs to go wake the kids up.”

  “Here goes the quiet,” I muttered, looking back at the staircase. We moved into a much larger house in the suburbs after our first baby was born. Little Callen needed to have space to run wild and we wanted to be closer to Jake and Kaci. Paige and Kaci became besties and started hanging out together more often than not. I liked it because that meant she wasn’t staying home and being bored. A bored housewife was an unhappy housewife. I couldn’t live with myself if Paige regretted our rushed life.

  “Tell me about it. They’ve been excited to come here. They didn’t even want to open their gifts at home. They wanted to do it here with their cousins.”

  “It’s cool. The coffee will be done in a minute.”

  We heard the pattering of little feet down the stairs. “Let’s go in there before they start without us.”

  For the next twenty minutes our surprise remained a secret, but it seemed the little pup got excited with all the noise around him. He started to bark.

  “Dada, the tree is barking,” Callen said, looking at us strangely then back to the tree.

  “I don’t think it’s the tree, Cal. It’s that box,” Jacob said, pointing to the box with hole shaking.

  Callen walked to the box and dragged it out before tossing the lid. He started jumping up and down. “Doggy, doggy, doggy. Daddy, mommy, it’s a doggy.” All of us were smiling like crazy and, of course, Kaci had her camera out taking some video. “It’s mine?” he asked excitedly.

  “It’s for you and Mikey.”

  “Mikey, buddy. We got a dog.”

  “Dog,” Mikey said. We all turned to him because he only said mama, baba, and dada. We all clapped and Callen picked up the puppy and brought it to his little bro, who was sitting on Paige’s lap. They were perfect, I thought to myself as I looked at my family.

  I had no idea that a last-minute decision could change my life. Four years later and Paige was still my best Christmas Gift.

  The End

  Dirty Lessons

  C.M. Steele

  Copyrighted © 2016

  I fell in love/lust with the hottest senior in school. There was just one glitch…I was her teacher.

  Chapter 1—Jake

  I ran my hands through my hair and down my face. Two more months left of teaching these badass kids. How had I managed to get stuck at a school where every one of those bastards has more attitude than intelligence? This was my last year teaching badass kids because I was going to quit. I should have known better when I refused the last principal’s offer to end up in her bed that I was going to be sent to a terrible school. I took to teaching just to shove my career choice in my father’s face. But as they say, I cut off my nose to spite my face.

  It was the first Monday back from spring break, which meant not a damn student would be interested in learning all week. I stepped out the door to head to work and caught movement out of the corner of my eye. A large beat-up conversion van was pulling out of the driveway next door. It was a real clunker, and it pissed me off.

  This was only the latest tenant to move in. Truthfully, I thought the landlord was a pimp, and that house was where he housed his latest whore. Only women ever lived there. Every three months, a new one would move in then would be tossed out on her ear. They ruined the resale value of my home that I considered selling two months after moving in. Had I known it was a whore depository, I wouldn’t have bought it. If it wasn’t for the constant late night visits from different cars or the constant loud music or actual lack of maintenance to the place, I wouldn’t be so pissed, but the landlord was a true piece of shit and didn’t care about the neighbors. I learned the jackass was married, but he didn’t seem to give a fuck.

  Shaking my head in disgust, I hopped into my car. I didn’t drive a great car to school, even though I could afford the best of the best. I worked at an inner city school, and just like in the movies, those places weren’t the safest. The little thugs hanging on the corner often vandalized the students’ cars.

  Driving to the school, I was stuck behind the van that had just ruined my day. I didn’t want to deal with new neighbors with the need to borrow sugar in return for a blow job. Like what the fuck? Did that actually work?

  The van idled while we waited for the light to change, and the exhaust ended up
into my car through my vents. Having to lower my windows to breathe, I was getting more pissed by the moment. Class wasn’t going to go well for my kids today. I’d promised them a quiz and that was what they were going to get.

  At the next stoplight before the school, the van stopped again, blocking me. Out of the passenger side popped a dark-haired female. What took me off guard was my immediate reaction to her. All I got was a glimpse of her curves before she ran into a crowd of students. Her body struck me as womanly and oh so appealing. My cock thumped against the steering wheel. Fuck. That was not an appropriate reaction to a student. I didn’t know for sure if she was a student, but from that raggedy book bag, I guessed so.

  As I looked into the crowd, hoping for one more glimpse of her, a car behind me beeped. Shit. Shaking away my thoughts of finding out who she was, I drove into the teachers’ parking lot. It was almost full, but I managed to get the last spot. Grabbing my bag, I stepped out of my car only to watch her walk right past me. Fucking shit. Her face was even hotter than her body, and my car suddenly became my dick shield. Didn’t need to get arrested for lewd behavior. I was only one step away from it.

  She had amber eyes that looked nervous when Bryan Wilcox wrapped his arm around her shoulder. She was new, and the fucker was trying to stake his claim. I wanted to deck him, but I didn’t know why. I was ten years older than her and a teacher in her school. “Two months left of school” was going to become my new slogan.

  Ignoring my irrational jealousy and desire to touch that fat ass, I walked into the building. We had a short teachers’ meeting in our lounge. Shauna Holmes, a biology teacher, watched me walk in like the hawk she was. The woman wouldn’t quit. She was one of those slutty broads who longed to hook up with anyone who would give her five minutes of their time. I’d made the mistake of talking to her after school one day, and she’d taken that as permission to flirt with me any chance she got.