CHAPTER 10
ANGELO
There is nothing like the feeling of having my woman in my arms all soft and sweet. That’s how she is right now and I love it. She’s melted against me, completely trusting me, completely giving herself over to me.
In this moment, nothing can touch her and she knows it.
The beast inside of me, the one demanding to breed our woman, wants to move her until her hips are raised, but I resist the urge. Just fucking barely.
“Next year I’ll be able to get you better gifts,” I muse as I look around.
“Wha-what?” I look down to find Dove’s big blue eyes wide and a little wild as she looks at me. “Better gifts?” She makes a sweeping motion around the room. “Have you lost it? Look at all of the beautiful things you got me.”
I press my lips against her neck and kiss her there before scraping my teeth along the length of her neck. She arches her back and moans. Even though I just filled her with my cum, my cock perks up.
It’s not a fucking hardship when my woman is in my arms. I’m desperate to push inside her cunt and paint her womb with my cum. But I can’t get lost in my woman.
We need to make different memories.
“I’ll know you even better next year,” I explain. “I’m also replacing your car. We can go and pick something out any day within the next week.”
Dove’s head tips back and the laughter that bubbles out of her is right on the edge of maniacal. After she gets herself under control, she shakes her head. “You’re not getting me a car, you crazy man.”
“Yes,” I insist, my voice holding an edge to it, “I am. I’m going to ensure you’re safe and your car is,” I pause because I’m afraid I almost stepped into the danger zone where nothing I say is going to be right.
From the way she’s glaring at me, I should heed the warning.
But I’m also not wrong and I am getting her a new car.
I change tactics, “You know your car is a piece of shit. You can’t deny it. My only requirement is that it’s safe.”
She studies me closely. When her eyes look at me like she’s waiting for me to fall over myself, I almost chuckle. I’m not the kind of man who is going to buckle because of her sharp eyes. Not when I know what she needs.
“Fine,” she agrees. I’m sure she’s realized it would be ridiculous to argue with me.
Dove coming into my life is fate’s hand at work. I’m running with it. Fuck, I can’t do anything less.
My father is going to give me so much shit about it. Because I doubted it would happen to me. Surprisingly, I’m looking forward to it.
Hopefully, he won’t hold whatever happens with Romeo against me. Because something will happen. Soon.
I can feel it.
And I know my brother. He won’t be able to stand this. And he’ll fuck up.
But the question is how Dove is going to handle it all. He’s her dragon, not mine.
When Dove taps her chin, her blue eyes glinting with mischief, she steals any part of me I hadn’t already given over to her willingly. “Your unhinged personality has already been well established,” she teases. “But the real question is—how far does it go?”
I kiss her nose and grin. “Is that a challenge?” She shrugs one shoulder. “What did you have in mind, la mia pace?” I stare into her eyes. “I’ve already shown you that if it has to do with your happiness or fulfilling your needs, I’ll do whatever is necessary. That will never change.”
The smile that overtakes Dove’s face is big and bright. I swallow hard when I see it and feel the warmth of it against my face.
“In that case,” Dove chirps, “let’s go and take a shower.
” Before I can stand with her in my arms, more than willing to get her naked in the shower, she pokes my chest. “And I do mean shower. I was promised cinnamon rolls, and I intend to collect on that promise.” She looks at my chest and bites her lip as her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink.
“I do have a present for you, if you’re willing. ”
“Oh,” I grunt as I stand up without bobbling her in my arms, “I’m more than willing.” She looks up at me with a soft smile on her face.
On the way to the shower, we do stop in the kitchen, and I pop the cinnamon rolls in to bake. If she’s not going to let me bury myself inside of her, we’ll be back in time. Now, I’ll risk some burnt cinnamon rolls if it means filling up her sweet cunt again.
When we get in the shower, I try to make a move on my woman, but she makes me a promise of later while reminding me that she has a surprise. I’m intrigued and the way she’s looking at me with something in her eyes that just might be love, I can hold off on fucking her again.
After we get dried off, my woman disappears into the closet. I’m tempted to follow her, but she’s back quickly with a Christmas gift bag in her hands. She shoves it at me while glancing up at me before her eyes dart away, her uncertainty is clear to see.
I look into the bag and tug out the tissue paper before pulling out something plush and covered in a pattern of reindeer and ornaments. When it unfurls, I’m able to see that it’s a fuzzy onesie. I can’t say I’ve ever worn anything like it before.
When I look at my woman, she’s holding a matching one while gnawing on her bottom lip. “I thought,” her voice is hesitant, “matching pajamas would be fun?”
“No panties,” I insist when I eye the one-piece pajamas I’m holding in my hand. I can see how much she wants this by the excitement in her eyes. “I want easy access to you,” my voice is husky while my cock twitches and considers hardening for our woman.
She eyes me and challenges, “Then you have to go commando too.”
“I’m fine with that.”
I grin at her as I pull the pajamas on. I’m not entirely sure they’re going to fit. When I pull the arms up and the shoulders are in place, it does tug a little in the crotch, and the legs are a little short.
But Dove is practically vibrating with excitement as she finishes zipping up her onesie. I reach for the tab of her zipper and tug it down until her tits are almost spilling out. She gasps and slaps at my hand, but she doesn’t zip it back up.
I’ll take it as a win.
Her eyes rake over me before she stares right at where my dick is making a very obvious attempt to get some attention. The way her eyes widen is fucking adorable. She darts her gaze up to my eyes and then back down.
“Uh,” she breathes out, “maybe going commando isn’t such a good idea.”
The longer she stares at it, the harder my cock gets. Everything in me screams to bury myself deep inside of her.
When I take a step forward, she takes one back. But there’s no fear in her eyes.
Just as I’m about to reach for her, the timer on the oven goes off and I let out a deep sigh of disappointment. The giggle that comes out of my woman makes me grin.
“Saved by the bell, la mia pace. This time.”
Dove chuckles when I grab her hand and pull her out of our room behind me. I love the sound. It fills me with a sense of joy that is unparalleled.
She watches me closely as I pull the cinnamon rolls out of the oven and then drown them in frosting. If you’re going to do it, go all out. As she licks her lips and rubs her hands together, I can’t help but tease her.
“I think we should wait for them to cool a little bit more,” I muse.
Dove’s eyes sharpen as her gaze snaps to me. “Nope,” she pops the p. “I’m not waiting. The only question is whether you’re serving me or if I’m serving myself. I’m good either way.”
The way she pushes back is sexy as fuck. And it tells me she’s going to be able to be my queen while also standing on her own.
It only takes me a few moments before I’m able to place one hot, gooey cinnamon roll in front of her. She claps her hands together and I smile so wide my cheeks ache slightly.
We eat in silence for the most part. But it’s not awkward. It’s gentle and there’s something almost sweet about it. Or maybe that’s just because of our matching pajamas. I thought I would feel ridiculous when I first saw it, but it’s growing on me.
Or maybe that’s just because of the way she keeps looking at me with sparkling eyes and amusement dancing on her lips. I’ve shown her I’ll do anything for her.
Even wearing this ridiculous thing.
She looks at me as she licks some frosting off her finger, which does not help the situation I have going on with my cock at all. “Can we take some pictures?”
My eyebrows shoot up to my hairline, but I shouldn’t really be surprised. This feels like a test. I’m determined to pass it.
“You want to take some cute holiday pictures in our matching jammies?” I can’t help but tease her.
I’m rewarded when a sweet blush covers her cheeks. “It is our first Christmas,” she points out without looking at me.
I lean over and kiss her temple. “I’d love to take some cute Christmas photos with you. We can do it in front of the tree and surrounded by your presents.” My voice drops an octave and I ask, “Can we do some naughty ones?”
She looks at me out of the corner of her eye. “If you’re good.”
I bark out a laugh before plucking her out of her seat and carrying her into the living room. She wraps an arm around my neck and grumbles, “I can walk.”
Dove can’t fully hide the smile on her face, even though she tries. Fucking cute.
We take some photos, using the timer for some which I had never even tried to use before. Every time I look at her, I’m struck by how brightly she’s glowing. I’ve never seen a more radiant woman.
The day is spent watching a few Christmas movies and snuggling on the couch. When she started to clean up all the presents still spread out around the tree, I insisted on her giving me a show.
She tries everything on, and I get to sit back and enjoy it. Every outfit she puts on, knowing I provided it for her, turns me on more and more.
I’m barely holding on to my control when everything is picked up, and she’s put it all away in our large walk-in closet. She plops down next to me, and she puts her head on my shoulder.
My hands shoot out, and I grab her while rolling us until she’s tucked underneath me. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t keep your eyes open anymore. Then we’ll take a little nap.”
“You’re very bossy,” her tone is sassy as fuck, and I grin down at her.
“Yes,” I agree without hesitation, “I am.”
I could pat myself on the back when I slide the zipper down on her onesie and it opens enough to expose her delectable tits to my hungry gaze. When I lean forward and suck her pebbled nipple between my lips and nip it with my teeth, she moans my name and arches her back.
The movement presents her body to me and I’m more than happy to indulge. I go back and forth between her tits, loving the way she moans for me.
“Can’t wait to be buried inside of you,” I start to pull at her onesie as I grunt out my words.
“Don’t rip it,” she warns and I have to make myself slow down.
Because I was about a second away from ripping the whole thing open to get to her and then doing the same with mine. But I don’t.
By the time I’ve undressed us, I’m desperate to be inside of her. When I’m balls deep and my cock is being squeezed in her cunt, I’m lost to the primal need to claim my woman.
The only way to satisfy it is by filling her with my cum. And making sure it stays put. Which is exactly what I do.