Chapter Six

Lachlan

“Unwrap me, huh?” Caitlin slides forward on the sofa, her expression soft and heated as she places her palm against my cheek.

I turn my face to the side, planting my lips against her hand. “Told you that you were my present, pretty baby.”

“Then maybe you should unwrap me,” she murmurs. “I mean, you did give me a gift.”

I rake my gaze across her, my cock throbbing. “Oh, I fully intend to unwrap and devour you. But just so we’re clear, that ring isn’t your gift. It’s mine.” I smirk as I slide my hands up her thighs, scooting closer to her. “I believe you wanted a baby for Christmas…”

“No,” she breathes, her thighs trembling beneath my palms. “I want your baby for Christmas.”

Fucking hell, I love the sound of that.

“Then it’s a damn good thing we’ve got two days to get you nice and pregnant, isn’t it, pretty baby?” I crawl onto the sofa with her, pressing her down beneath me. “Goddamn,” I groan, my head falling back as I feel her heat scorching me everywhere we touch. “You’re so fucking soft, Caitlin.”

“I think the term you’re looking for is chubby,” she says wryly.

I scowl down at her. “I don’t know who the fuck told you that, but it’s bullshit.” I press my hips into hers. “You feel this? This is what you do to me. There isn’t a single spot on your body that doesn’t make me hard. In fact…” I grasp the sides of her blouse, tearing it open.

“Lachlan!” she cries as buttons go flying.

“Be pissed later. I’m proving a point,” I growl, burying my face between her perfect tits. And goddamn, they truly are perfect. I lick, suck, and bite all over the swells, growling like a madman. “I’ve rubbed myself raw fantasizing about sticking my dick between these, pretty baby. While you were in your office completing reports, I was in mine, jerking off to thoughts of fucking these perfect things.”

I tug the cups of her bra down, exposing her hard, cherry nipples. She arches toward my mouth, crying out when I suck on one.

She’s so damn responsive.

I trail my lips down her body, nuzzling the soft curve of her belly. "You have no idea how many times I've imagined coming all over this sexy little belly of yours." I nip at her skin, soothing the sting with my tongue. "I want to paint you with my cum…rub it into your skin until every part of you smells like me and you're marked as mine from head to toe."

She whimpers and writhes beneath me, clutching at strands of my hair. “Please, Lachlan.”

I dip my tongue inside her belly button, relishing the sound of her sharp gasp. "Please what, pretty baby? Tell me what you need."

"I need you," she groans, trying to tug me back up her body. "I need to feel you inside me."

“Not yet. I’m not done unwrapping my present.” I grasp the waistband of her pants and panties, yanking them down her legs in one swift motion.

She kicks them off, too desperate to be shy as she spreads her legs wide in invitation. The scent of her arousal fills my nostrils, making my cock throb painfully against my zipper.

"Fuck, look at this pretty pink pussy," I groan, rubbing my thumb over her glistening folds. She's absolutely drenched, her juices coating my fingers. I bring them to my mouth, sucking her cream off with a deep moan. "You taste like fucking candy, Caitlin."

"Please," she whimpers, her hips lifting restlessly from the sofa.

"I've got you, baby. I’m going to lick this sweet cunt until you scream." I flick my gaze up to hers. “I fantasized about that too, baby. About fucking living right here between these perfect thighs, drowning face first in this cunt every goddamn day.”

“Lachlan,” she sobs.

I bury my face between her thighs, eating her like a goddamn pussy addict. Long, broad strokes of my tongue from her entrance to her clit, groaning with every swipe. She tastes too fucking good.

She cries out, fisting her hands in my hair to hold me to her.

I curl my tongue inside her, fucking her with it as I rub tight circles around her clit with my thumb. Her cream coats my face as I eat her, snarling like a wild beast.

"Oh God, Lachlan!" Her thighs shake around my head as she rocks her hips. "Don't stop."

As if I could.

I flick my tongue rapidly over her swollen clit as I plunge two fingers deep in her tight hole. I crook them just right, massaging that spot inside that makes her scream.

"That's it. Come all over my face," I command. "Drown me in this perfect pussy."

Her back arches off the sofa as she shatters, her release flooding against my mouth and chin. I moan as I lap it all up, savoring the sweet, musky flavor bursting on my tongue. She comes so hard she squirts, drenching my face in her cream as the orgasm crashes through her.

I don't let up, eating her through it until she's a boneless, quivering mess beneath me. Only then do I raise my head, my face soaked with her juices. I wipe them off with the back of my hand, bringing it to my mouth to lick up every last drop.

"So fucking delicious," I rumble, crawling up her body to take her mouth in a deep, filthy kiss.

She clings to my shoulders, whimpering against my lips.

I break the kiss long enough to strip off my jeans and boxers, my cock springing free to slap against my abs.

Caitlin watches me with hooded eyes, squirming all around on the sofa. "I need you," she whispers. "Make love to me, Lachlan."

"I'm going to do more than that, pretty baby," I vow as I crawl back over her. "I'm going to fuck you so good you’ll never forget that you gave yourself to me."

I notch the head of my cock against her entrance, groaning at the feel of her slick heat. Her eyes widen, a shaky breath leaving her lips.

“I’ll go slow, baby, let this perfect little cunt get used to taking me,” I promise as I push in slow and easy, fighting the urge to slam home as her tight walls stretch around me.

She tenses beneath me, and I freeze, terrified of hurting her.

"Relax for me, Caitlin. Let me in, baby," I croon, rubbing my thumb over her clit.

She takes a deep breath and slowly relaxes for me, allowing me to push deeper.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," I groan, my head falling forward as I feel her barrier against the head of my cock. It takes every ounce of my control I have not to lose my shit and pound into her. She's so fucking tight and wet, like a perfect vise gripping my cock.

She whimpers and shifts restlessly beneath me. "More," she pleads. "I need more of you."

"I've got you, baby. I'll give you everything you need." I snap my hips forward, tearing through her barrier.

She sobs my name, her nails raking down my arms. I press my forehead to hers, my entire body shaking with the effort to hold still and give her a minute. She feels so fucking good. Christ, nothing is supposed to feel this good.

“Lachlan,” she whispers, her inner muscles fluttering around my shaft. “You feel so good.”

"You have no idea," I rasp. Inch by excruciatingly perfect inch, I push deeper. “This perfect cunt was made to be stuffed full of my cock."

“Show me,” she demands, her head falling back against the sofa.

I slowly withdraw before sliding back in, my eyes locked on her face to check for any signs of discomfort. But there are none as she arches up, gasping my name. Her nails rake down my back as she lifts her hips, taking me deeper.

"Fuck yes, just like that." I rock into her, hitting that magic spot that makes her sob. "You like feeling me deep in this perfect body, pretty baby?"

"Yes!" she cries, throwing her head back. "I love it."

Planting my knees into the cushions for leverage, I hook one of her legs around my hip and fuck her harder. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes in the room, pulling another sob from her lips.

She arches her back, pressing her tits against my chest as she meets me thrust for thrust. "Please," she whimpers. "I want you to b-breed me."

Her sweet plea shreds the last of my control, shearing it in two. I snarl like a feral beast unleashed, slamming into her. The force of my thrusts shoves her up the sofa, her breasts bouncing wildly with every brutal thrust.

I grip her hips tight, pinning her in place as I take what's mine. "You want my cum, pretty baby?" I growl, punctuating each word with another hard thrust. "You want me to breed you full of my fucking babies?"

"Yes!" she screams, thrashing beneath me.

I slide my hands under her perfect ass, tilting her hips up to take me even deeper. The head of my cock kisses her cervix with every drive, making her eyes roll back in ecstasy. I feel her cunt clenching around me, squeezing me like a fucking fist.

"That's it, pretty baby. Milk my cock," I command, pounding into her so hard the couch screeches across the hardwood floor beneath us. Sweat drips down my chest and back as I take her, grunting and snarling with the effort. "Wring every last drop of cum from my balls until I've painted your fucking womb with it."

"Oh God!" she wails, thrashing beneath me as her orgasm slams into her out of nowhere. Her cunt clenches around me like a vise, rippling and pulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes through her.

It feels like fucking heaven.

And then she tops it.

"I love you!" she chants, her head thrashing from side to side. "I love you. I love you. Oh God, Lachlan, I love you!"

Those three little words send me careening over the edge with her. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, sucking and biting at her sensitive skin as my goddamn soul tries to leave my body. I spill into her again and again, giving her every damn drop I have.

I collapse on top of her, panting harshly against her sweat-slicked skin. She wraps her arms and legs around me, holding me close as we both try to catch our breath. I feel her pussy still fluttering around my cock, milking the last drops of cum from me.

"You're the best Christmas present I've ever had," she whispers, her voice soft.

I lift my head to glance down at her, brushing a damp strand of hair from her flushed face. "I'm not your Christmas present, pretty baby," I murmur, chuckling. She’s getting every damn thing she’s ever wanted for Christmas.

A soft smile plays on her kiss-swollen lips. "Yeah, you are,” she insists. “You were what I really wanted. More than anything. I was just afraid to ask for it."

My heart clenches at her sweet words. I exhale a shaky breath, sending up a silent thanks to Santa for coming through for me. He gave me exactly what I wanted—her in my arms, wearing my ring.