Saul

She had fallen asleep with me kneeling on top of her and my cock stuffed inside her. I carefully untied her wrists. She wouldn't get much sleep because I was nowhere near done with her yet. I rolled us over until she lay on top of my chest, and I spread her legs to keep them on either side of my body.

The feel of her supple mounds against my chest made my dick harden inside of her. I moved her to her side so I could play with her nipple. As I tweaked her hardening nipple, I glanced at the mistletoe hanging above my bed, and it made me smile. I engineered her lonesome Christmas to steal her away for one with me.

I felt my cum leak out of her pussy until it ran down my balls. The thought of my essence leaving her body irritated me. I kept an eye on her sleeping face as I gripped her ass cheeks in place and began to slowly fuck myself in and out of her pussy. Her eyes fluttered, and her hand came to rest on my chest, but she settled down again.

I raised my knees and dug my heels into the mattress, and resumed thrusting in and out of Sirah’s relaxed soft pussy. The accumulation of our earlier fluids eased my path, and I curled my fingers around her inner thighs until I could feel her wet pussy lips. No matter how hard I tried to restrain myself, I was soon powering in and out of her spread pussy. Her pussy contracted around me, and I bit into my lip to prevent myself from making any sound.

When I glanced at her face again, her eyes were on me, but my lips tightened because I wasn't about to stop. Without a word, she moved from the side and lifted herself up until she sat on my dick. She looked like a goddess with wild curls around her face and shoulders. Her dark, peaked breasts looked flawless, and she ran her hands up my body until they rested on my shoulders.

That's when she used her tight pussy to ensnare me. She began to ride my cock, hard and fast. Her ass slammed down against my thighs and pelvis. Her tits swung in front of my eyes as she used my dick for her pleasure. My delighted shock didn't last long, and I gripped her waist to help her move.

“Yeah, fuck my dick like a good girl, Sirah. Ride me as hard as you can,” I said, egging her on as I began to thrust up to meet her pussy.

Her eyes darkened, and a flash of anger erupted within them. She panted heavily and began to move faster, slamming her sweet ass down until she swallowed my entire cock. Her nails pricked my skin, but I loved her deep red nails digging into me. She could scratch me like a wildcat, and I wouldn't care.

I caught her swinging breast in my mouth and began to suck on her dark brown nipple. Her moan hung in the air as the sounds of our fucking filled the room. When she started to wane, I swiftly put her on her back and gripped her by her throat.

“Hold your legs up and spread that cunt for me,” I growled at her as I tightened my fingers around her neck.

As soon as she was in position, I glanced down at her pussy and began to fuck her in a deep sharp stabbing motion. When her mouth opened to cry out, I shoved my thumb into her mouth and felt her wet tongue beneath the pad of my thumb.

“I’m going to fuck this mouth soon. Suck,” I said as I drove into her.

Her lips wrapped around my thumb, and her cheeks hollowed out as she began to suck on it while rubbing her tongue beneath my thumb. My fingers gripped her face as I soaked in another image from the night. Our first night together.

I had no idea how Sirah would react to being stolen away for Christmas, but this wasn’t about my whim. She needed to vent months of aggression out, and I was more than happy to be her tool. She wouldn't be moping around anymore. I smiled and pulled my thumb out of her mouth before I wrapped it around her neck again.

“Do you like it when I fill up this tight little cunt, Sirah?” I asked as I fucked her with slow, steady strokes.

I rested one hand on the bed and pressed down on her neck until her eyes bulged with fear.

“Yes,” I hissed with pleasure as her cunt squeezed all around me. “Clench my dick like a good girl.”

“Fuck—egg cr—uuhz,” she choked out with a gurgling noise as she struggled to draw air into her lungs, but damn if she didn't choke my dick with her cunt.

“Sorry, what was that?” I said with a grin, loosening my grip on her throat to watch her open her mouth as she desperately sucked in some air.

I didn't give her a chance to recover as I planted my hand on the bed to piston my hips back and forth. My God, she didn't disappoint when her pussy began to flutter around me. She pulled her legs back to drive her hips toward me until my greedy girl got the pounding she needed.

The only thought in my mind was to cum inside her again. Within seconds she came again, and this time, I held off until I felt her gush of slippery cum around me. I did what Seth said, and deep research into procreation was to use every tactic to ensure my seed made it to her egg.

The thought of my cum impregnating Sirah made me roar as I released jet after jet of my seed inside her. My dick throbbed within its new home as she drained my balls again. I lowered my arms and buried my face in her tangle of curls.

Now, she could sleep for a few hours .

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I crept downstairs to check that everything was ready for her. She couldn't escape since my house was surrounded by walls and an iron gate with particularly nasty barbed wire on top of it. We had six days together before she was discovered missing.

I loved Christmas, and it reminded me of all the fun we used to have as children, tearing into our presents and playing together until we were tired. Only this Christmas, the toys I’d bought would have me playing with Sirah all night long.

Since I didn't want to miss any time with Sirah, caterers would bring our dinner. I would need to make a quick stop at my parents' house for Seth’s big reveal about the baby. Sirah might come with me, but it all depends on how well-behaved she is.

Then there was my mother, who would side with any woman capable of giving her grandchildren, and Katya viewed me as a fuckboy. Seth was a dickhead, and my dad always remained neutral, which was a good strategic plan to keep him out of trouble. It might not end well for me.

I studied my black and silver Christmas tree with the presents strewn all over the floor. I might have gone overboard with her gifts, but I wanted this to be our perfect first Christmas—if Sirah could overlook the fact that I kidnapped her and planned to keep her captive in my home.

Today was day one hundred and fifty-one, Christmas day.

What could go wrong?