Chapter Seven
Slater
Cutting down five Christmas trees is not obsessive.
Putting one in each room in the cabin—it just makes sense. Decking them out in whatever colors Serena chooses? I did promise. Letting her hang matching string lights in every single room in my cabin? I am going all in with her color schemes. What is obsessive? Fucking her under each tree before I consider them properly set up.
“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” I grunt as she moans around my cock. I jerk my hips forward, making her gag until tears slip down her temples. Fuck, she is the hottest, sweetest, neediest, sluttiest little gift of my life and I am falling deeper in love with her every single moment. “Don’t make me come down that greedy throat. Where does daddy spill his cum?”
“In his little girl’s pussy,” she pants as I pull out of her mouth.
“Such a good little slut for daddy. Open wide, I want to watch you choke for a little longer. It’s so fucking pretty, baby,” I praise her, brushing her tears from her temples.
Beaming a smile at me that would fix any damaged soul, she pops her mouth open like the good girl she is. Fisting her long, dark hair, I shove past her lips with a roar. Serena chokes but opens wider, her throat swelling with the invasion of my thick shaft. Fuck, she is so good, I love her so much.
We spent an entire weekend going at it like rabbits. I agreed to take her home to get a few things before Christmas, but we were snowed in. I was thankful for it, using the snowed in roads as an excuse to mount her in my truck like a wild dog. It proved to us she is on point about one thing.
Being inside her as often, for as long as I can, that is my obsession.
“So pretty with my big cock shoved down that silky throat. Come here, you know what daddy needs,” I pull her to her feet, drawing her to the table.
With no hesitation, as if we’ve played this scene out for ages, not just our few days together, she bends over the table, flipping her night shirt up to bare her ass. Her thighs are slick from her wetness. Bending behind her, I tongue that juice up, not letting any of it go to waste.
Outside the storm I warned her about still rages. We’re stuck up here now while the blizzard stops everything in Driftwood. Not that either of us care. There is nowhere we would rather be than right here, playing these filthy, sweet, needy games with one another. We do not need presents beneath all the pretty trees we’ve set up.
Having each other is all we could ask for this Christmas.
“That ass is so pretty. Spread it for me, show me that pretty pink that daddy needs to get on his tongue,” I command, pumping my shaft as she is quick to obey, gripping her cheeks to open herself for me.
“Here, daddy. For you, it’s sweet and so wet,” she purrs, her thighs spreading as she pushes her pussy out with a shake of her ass.
“Daddy knows how sweet that cunt gets for him,” I praise her the way she loves, watching her cream drip down her legs.
Kneeling low, I lick it all up once again, sucking noisily at her skin. I mark her thighs with my beard, with my teeth, with my fingertips. Swiping my tongue up, I smack her ass until it’s pink before I shove my tongue deep inside her. Her walls spasm as she starts to come in my mouth. Pulling my tongue out of her, I lick higher, then shove it inside her tight ass.
“Daddy! That’s too dirty...don’t...oh... oh, daddy ,” she purrs, rocking against my tongue as I gather more of her cum, shoving it in her ass.
Before she comes again, I stand behind her again, kicking her legs wider. Gripping the back of her neck, I pin her down as I slam inside of her. In two strokes, she comes with a shuddering shout. I ride her hard, slamming as deep as I can. Coming with a roar, I hold her down so she takes it all.
Once my need is calmed, I go soft on her. I press kisses down the back of her neck, across her shoulders, down her spine. Knelt behind her, I kiss each rosy cheek, the back of her thighs, then I press one last gentle one to the pretty pink of her pussy. Fixing the long shirt she stole from me, smacking her ass one last time, I lift her back against me, cradling her to my chest.
I am madly in love with her, and it took just days for me to get there.
“Feed me, you insatiable lumberjack,” she pouts up at me with a look of just-fucked-hunger in her pretty eyes.
“Anything you ask of me, sweetheart,” I respond, dropping a sweet, soft kiss at her swollen pink lips.
Setting her atop the table, I stride past her to get the food I had headed to the kitchen for earlier. It was her fault I put her on her knees to choke my cock down first. My greedy little girl came out in just my shirt, her thighs bare and her tits soft and round beneath the thin cotton. Serena in my clothes, with her wild dark hair, her skin marked from me, and full of my seed is impossible for me to resist.
“Lies. I asked you to feed me breakfast, you fed me... sausage ,” she teases, patting me playfully with a cute giggle.
“Keep talking about sausage , I'll shove some more down your throat, beautiful. With some sweet syrup,” I shoot back, kissing her smiling lips.
Jesus, I love her. I am not sure how I even existed before she showed up at my front door. It makes sense why I was always such an asshole. I was missing her, the other half of me. I was incomplete before though I had no idea my half of me was out there existing, breathing, being beautiful.
Plating us some eggs, fried homestyle potatoes, plus plenty of sausage, I turn back to the table. There she still sits, right where I set her, her legs kicking, her face beaming with a smile. How could a man not love her?
“Here you go, sweetheart.”
Setting both plates down, I pull her off the table and down to my lap. I am never too happy without her in my arms or tucked close. I have to get over it at some point. I will be needed at the landing after the holidays. Might be needed before then as we often clear the mountain roads.
“What will...I mean, what will we do after Christmas, sweetheart?”
Blinking down at me as she chews on her food, she thinks for a moment before she answers. “Celebrate the new year? What do you mean?”
“I mean...you will...rather, will you stay here with me, Serena? I am not sure how I will handle you leaving the cabin. Going to town without me. How will I stand us being apart?”
Serena smiles, her lips sticky with syrup from the waffles, her eyes sparkling the way they do whenever I get all soft for her. It happens often. I might be rough, raw, even rude or commanding when we’re fucking. When I’ve got her beneath me, or riding me, I cannot control the beast she brings out of me. Otherwise, I am a sweet little pup at her feet, craving her love.
“Who said we will be apart? I mean...we’re...we’re together, yes? You said it was not just one night, not just the holiday.”
Sitting up as I understand what she means, I nod. “Hell yes, we’re together. We’ve been together since the minute you came back here. You’re all mine, Serena. For good, for keeps. For as long as you will let me have you. That talk about giving you my name and my babies, was not my dick talking, sweetheart. Not lust or primal need. Well, hell, it was a little of all of that, but I meant it all, baby. I want you. I need you. I never felt this or...anything even close to this, before in my life.”
“Good. Because neither have I. I was scared to come back here alone, Slater. I think I knew why I needed to come back. Not for the ornament. For what I felt in those few minutes I stood on your porch singing to you. There was something in your eyes that I wanted to...well, I wanted to heal it. I wanted you to let me in. And I wanted to let you in.”
“Not just between these sweet thighs,” I tease her, adjusting her so she straddles my lap. Part of me wants to let my cock out, push my tattered old shirt off her body, and thrust home. Another part wants to cradle her close to let her heal me. “If someone can heal me, it will be you, Serena. I never considered myself capable of what I feel for you now. We just got started. What I will feel for you it just...it won’t end, sweetheart. It will never end.”
“Good. I accept that,” she hums, bouncing her head with a big smile. “Never ever is all good with me, chief. Were you saying...I mean I am glad we’re stuck here after the storm but...you were saying you just...I mean, you can’t mean that you think I should.... well, what I mean is...”
“Serena, you’re the sweetest thing I ever laid eyes on. Never doubt me or this. Yes, I mean I want you here. If you want to be here. If not, I come to you. I won’t be too good with us being separated, sweetheart. I need you,” I grip her hips tight, shoving her just where my thick, hard need is, though I need her for much more. “Need you here to feel whole . To be at peace . To be happy for the first time in my life in so damn long. Forgot how it felt before you came to me, baby. I need you.”
“I accept that,” she whispers as she falls against my chest, brushing her sweet mouth against mine. “That will do, chief. That will do just fine.”
We’re in agreement. After we finish the late breakfast, we put together a string of popcorn and cranberries for the tree in our bedroom. It’s the last tree we’ve yet to deck out with some sort of adornment. I suspect the trees will grow more lavish as we spend more holidays together, but as I said—anything she asks of me.
With snow falling outside, keeping us locked in the cabin, I am all too happy to do anything she asks. When she begs me to eat her good girl pussy while she sucks her daddy’s big cock, I do it. Later when she rides me with the snow frosting the windows behind her, pleading with me to fill her with my cum, to get my little girl pregnant, I do what I can. Just how I plan to spend the rest of my fucking life with this woman, if she lets me.
Doing anything she asks—so long as it is not letting her go.