by Savannah May
“You’re so wet.” I moan.
Her fingers gouge at my shoulders urging me forward. With one thrust I slide all the way into her with a burst of relief at how she opens for me. Right away her pussy tightens around my length again and she rocks her hips back and forth, furiously edging me into taking her hard.
“Whatever you want Baby.” I murmur against her neck as I thrust harder and deeper inside her pussy with her matching each one and rolling her clit up the length. She tugs me in close with her thighs, cleaving my shaft inside her as though she’d like to hold me in her sweet pussy forever.
As her orgasm overwhelms her in shivers, she leans back on the counter, hands behind her and head tossed back. Her tits bounce as I ride faster into her and as she writhes and screams my name I watch her pussy swallow my cock and my seed.
It’s after New Years when Shannon shows up at my door. I’d almost forgotten about her existence in the delicious new family life we’ve got going on here. But there she is, looking as worn out as old parcel wrapping, from too much of - everything, no doubt. It makes my blood burn that I left my kid with her for a couple of years. But what choice did I have?
I’ve just taken Lainie’s perfect body in the shower, her with her legs wrapping my waist in a vice clamp as she rode up and down the length of my blade. She loves being on top or having me stand while she sits on my prick with her small body riding my hips like a bronco. We were soaked through and panting when the doorbell sounded. I wrapped a towel at my waist to check out who’s visiting this late. Of course, Shannon didn’t give a heads up she was coming.
“Oh.” She says, taking in my abs without bothering to hide how impressed she is. “Is someone hitting the gym hard this year?”
“What do you want Shannon?” I reply. She’s half drunk.
“I want my baby princess of course. Don’t you have to get back to work now the holidays are over?”
“You know damn well I don’t work those kind of hours.”
I never had much of a soft spot for this woman but since Jasmine told me about the Cinderella domestic servitude, I’m less friendly to her than ever.
Her eyes trail around the side of my bicep and grow wide.
“Ohhh. Banging the babysitter, are we?” She snips as Lainie appears by my side.
“Watch your mouth.” I bark. “And I won’t be needing you to watch Jasmine any longer.”
“You can’t just toss me out like that. I’ve given up my life for your brat.”
“We didn’t have any formal agreement.” I say. “As evidenced by your disappearing act whenever some new dude appears and you’re happy to drop my kid off like recycling.”
No need to repeat the slanderous and slutty comments Shannon makes about my new arrangement. How she promises Lainie she’s going to regret it and that I’d toss her out when I found something better just as I’d done to her.
Chapter 22
Lainie
I shouldn’t be surprised if perfection doesn’t last forever. Our Christmas together was almost too good to be true, made better by the fact that we didn’t have a huge bunch of gifts under the tree. Ryder was so stressed on Christmas Eve because he hadn’t had the chance to buy gifts to put in Jasmine’s stocking.
“She’s put out cookies for Santa and he’s gonna leave her nothing.” He groaned. “All I managed to pick up at the store was some pencils.”
I feel responsible for his inability to shop.
“You were too wrapped up in my stalker.” I say. He looks at me for a beat and we both crack up laughing.
“Okay Ali Wong, enough jokes, help me with this parenting stuff before I lose my mind.”
I ask to see the pencils and get to work on cutting and sticking. I pull out the sparkly dress he bought me and ask if he minds if I cut it up.
“Damn, I was looking forward to seeing you in that.” He smirks.
“You’ll enjoy it even more when it’s six inches shorter.”
I cut a band off the hem to use in my project. By the time I’m done I’ve made a whole menagerie of butterflies and birds and fantastical animals for Jasmine’s collection. Plus I’ve cut the letters of her name from the sparkles to make her a tee shirt and a matching one for Jersey.
“It’s not much but it’s more than nothing.” I say, proud of my creativity.
“You’re a genius.” Ryder says. “You’ve saved my life.”
He’s been sitting at the table beside me engrossed in what I’m doing the entire time when he could have vegged on the couch. No man has ever paid me the slightest attention like this. Just sitting together, chatting about the big day, our ideas for what’s next. We’re so damn relaxed it’s like we’ve been living in sin for a hundred years instead of ten days.
But Shannon’s bitter words make me question things. As soon as she’s gone, Ryder notices my pensive withdrawal.
“What is it Babe? She’s got to you, am I right?”
He’s always perceptive about my every mood and always ready to listen to what’s going on with me. I feel bad for questioning him but we had an agreement about truth and trust. I nod, almost afraid to meet his gaze. He makes me want to cry, he’s so caring when it comes to my wellbeing.
“Look at me Lainie.” He orders and of course I can’t resist him. “What happened? We were all good before she appeared. More than good, we were perfect.”
“I guess I’m wondering what I bring to the party except a three-legged dog?”
Currently three-legged, Jersey hops around on three while the fourth is in a splint that Jasmine decorated with what was left of the pompoms from Ryder’s craft kit. We all spent half the day on the embellishment and it was about the best time of my life.
“You bring yourself and that’s all I want or need. It’s all Jazzy wants or needs.” He says, pulling me down onto his lap where I curl against his broad chest and feel the tension immediately depart.
“I’m so happy with you and Jazzy. This has been the best and I’d be devastated to lose you two.”
“You aren’t going to lose us. I promise. You have to believe me, Lainie, This is the real thing between us. I can feel it.”
I wriggle myself to straddle his thighs instead of being curled across them and immediately the heat between us combusts. As it has every day since I arrived here in my bedraggled state. Can’t get enough of each other is an understatement when every time he comes home is like the last day before the world ends.
Usually we tear at each other in our eagerness to be joined. This time our clothes come off smooth and slow. He grins at me, our faces inches apart, eyes rooted into each other’s. His lips slip down to mine and I part them a little and let my tongue touch lightly on the flesh there as I set his cock free.
I lower myself down his length by dropping the weight onto my thighs. Ryder gasps at the intense sensation we both feel as my pussy opens to take him all in. It’s unbearable the exquisite sensation of being stretched apart by his width. His head rolls across the end of my tunnel and I rotate my hips, rubbing my clit across his pubic bone.
“You like to take control of me.” He pants. “Not that I’m complaining.”
“I like to watch you and have your hands on me.”
His hands roam across my body, stroking and tweaking until his fingers have landed on every inch of me. He’s been inside me every day since the one I arrived on but we’re still unable to satiate ourselves on each other. I want him more, rather than less with each time he pulls out and leaves a vacancy inside me. His hands clasp my hips and help lift me to the tip of his cock, then drag me back down the full length so my lips are grinded by his root. At the same time both thumbs reach out to pull my folds wider apart and strum across the hard point now exposed.
“That’s it Baby. My god you feel so good.” He moans.
He flips around a quarter turn so his legs are stretched out on the sofa. I lean back and catch myself with my hands behind me, grabbing his shins and arching.
Ryder groans lo
ud with the sight of me stretched so wide to him and the deeper angle of his cock in my pussy. Now his underside rubs harder against my G-spot and I pick up the pace, breathing until I’m hoarse. His fingers trace faster circles over the folds of my spread clit. I’m panting and thrashing now, my O rising up in my toes and reaching my thighs. I steal a glance at him. He’s sometimes watching the jiggly bounce of my tits and sometimes rolling his eyeballs up into his head with the delirium of his own climax threatening to overtake him.
I slam down harder and he matches my thrusts. I feel him stiffen, from squeezing down to hold his orgasm and when he pinches the point of my folds between his finger and thumb, I explode in endless shudders of pleasure coursing up and down my entire frame.
Ryder lets out a massive groan as he climaxes inside my twitching pussy. He lifts me from my prone position and the repositioning of his huge cock filling me sets off another round of pleasure spasms that shake my every nerve ending. Completely spent, he slumps back on the couch with me still impaled in his lap and wraps his arms right around me.
“This is it Lainie.” He husks.
Epilogue
The Next Christmas
Lainie
“Do you think Santa will bring a gift for Jersey?” Jasmine is shimmery with excitement this year.
“I don’t think he comes to dogs.” Ryder tells her with a side glance at me that shouts ‘help’.
“He came to him last year.”
“I think he might do, if the dog has been very good.” I tell Jazzy with confidence.
“Jersey has been good.”
“Yes he has.”
The little pup rarely moves from Jasmine’s bed. The pair are besotted with each other and I’m happy everyone of us in the house has our own dedicated supporter. No one is left out or alone.
We kiss Jazzy goodnight and tell her she must go to sleep or Santa might have to pass on by.
“I can’t stand lying to her like this.” Ryder hisses once we’re out in the lounge by his grandmother’s bauble-laden tree. “After that Cinderella’s prince crap that Shannon hit her up with, I don’t want to disappoint my kid with more fantasies.”
“This is sure to be the last year for that fantasy. And soon you’ll be complaining she’s into boy fantasies.”
“Not my Baby girl. I assume you’ve got something planned for Jersey’s stocking.” Ryder smirks. “That dog saved your life twice.”
“With help from you.” I add. “Yeah, I thought I’d whip him up a little elf suit.”
“I’m so proud of you Baby. You’ve accomplished so much this year, and made three beings very happy.”
“It’s corny to talk of being blessed but I can’t think of another way to describe it. My life turned all the way around the day you plucked me from under that bridge.”
“From the candy store you mean.” He corrects me, still refusing to allow me to recall the time I was down and out. “Did you think about expanding your business next year. Not that I want you to work but now Jazzy’s at school all day, I don’t want you lonely or spending your entire day in the kitchen.”
“As if.” I smile to myself.
To pay Ryder back for supporting me when I was a stray, I started to sell some of the crafts I made at an online store. They sold better than I could ever have imagined, especially the vintage baubles I made this year inspired by Ryder’s Nana’s old ones on our tree. We did talk about expanding to my own store and it was very amusing to see Ryder struggle with his alpha male need to be the provider protector and his feminist side of belief in equality for a couple.
Couple.
I never thought I’d find myself as part of one. And I feel dumb as a ditch for doubting his genuine love for me. He’d never in a million years have used me as a nanny. It was my expectations of people being mean and using me that made me see him that way. Jasmine showed me how other people can influence your thoughts and her blossoming, as she gained security by living here with us full time away from Shannon, inspired by own.
Although I’d give most of the credit to Ryder and his refusal to accept my attempts at feeling I didn’t deserve any of this. Now I can’t help but wonder if he’s going to think I did this - thing - to take advantage of him. I have to tell him. I can’t keep this a secret. He deserves to know.
“Baby, where have you gone?” He murmurs, lifting a loose strand of hair from my cheek and curling it around his finger.
“Nowhere, Babe. I’m right here. With you.” I say, my courage deserting me for some unknown reason.
He leans across the table to plant a kiss on my lips. Inevitably, it extends longer and deeper as his tongue swirls expertly, firmly, around my mouth and I feel his hunger rise. A year in and we still can’t keep our hands off each other. He pulls me from my chair to his and I hook one leg over his legs to straddle his thighs. The instant my legs part, my pussy begins to throb with desire for him pushing inside. Our mouths reconnect and he delves deeper in, one hand cupping my breast, the other at the back of my head. I undulate lightly against his stiffening bulge. My need for him becoming more intense.
“I have a gift for you Lainie.” He says against the edge of my lips, nibbling between his words.
“It isn’t Christmas yet.” I whisper, planting little kisses on his mouth. “But you know I want your package every day of the year.”
“Bad girl.” He smirks.
“Just greedy.” I say. “But I have a gift for you too that I want to give you before the actual day. While we’re alone.”
“My gift isn’t actually for Christmas but it feels appropriate to give it on our anniversary night. And fuck knows, I can’t wait to give it to you.”
“You first.”
“Ladies first. He insists.”
“I don’t think I can wait.” I whimper.
We haven’t stopped nipping little bites and kisses throughout our convo. Ryder’s hard hand still mashes my breast and it’s so sensitive to his touch that I’m eager to forego this present fest for later.
“All I want is you inside me, now.” I purr.
My hips rock back and forth on his now massive bulge. My hand reaches to take his girth in my grasp.
“Your package is more than ready to be unwrapped.” I say in a softly seductive voice that makes him groan with lust.
“You really are greedy. Perhaps you need to be tied up with big bows. If I tie your wrists behind your back then I can enjoy every inch of you, with my hands.” He tweaks my nipples. “And my mouth.” He tips his head forward to bite lightly on the exaggerated points.
My breath is coming so fast, my tits rise and fall with a heavy bounce. He hasn’t yet noticed how they’ve grown but I have. And my nipples are engorged and seem huge with ripe desire.
“Then I can push inside your wet pussy and hold you there as long as I want you, until you beg and plead with me to fulfill your need.”
I rock and rub my pelvis more rapidly over his package. Grinding my clit against his hard mound does nothing to relieve the ache there, only makes it more insistent.
“I love you so much Baby.” He moans. His breath is ragged as he gives way to his pleasure.
It’s funny because he’s only ever told me once before - when I asked outright. Ryder doesn’t see the need to keep announcing something he thinks I should feel coming from him toward me full force.
“But what if I need you to tell me.” I moaned.
“Then I will. Whenever you need me to. But you also have to trust that this feeling is real and not temporary and not a convenience.”
“You know what you want.”
“I know exactly what I want and I have all of it. You, my daughter, even that crazy little mutt. There’s nothing more I can think of that I want.”
Maybe that statement, made back in the summer when we drove out to some pond in a woods where he’d built a shack, is what makes me nervous now.
He has everything he wants and I thought I did too but now I’ve discovered I want a littl
e more, like any greedy girl who’s never satisfied. Ryder stops moaning and pulls his head back enough to look me directly in the eyes. His hands encase my waist around my back and his stare burrows right to my toes.
“I’m pregnant.” The words burst out of me..
His face falls and then spreads broad as the idea settles and an instant later he’s sprung out of the chair. I go flying around and around as he spins circles around the room.
“Stop.” I squeal, laughing hysterically. “You’re going to make me hurl.”
“Oh my god, I’m sorry, baby. How stupid. I’m sorry, are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I say. My usual statement but so damn true this time. “Are you pleased?”
“Do you have to ask? My freaking smile is making my cheeks ache.”
“Maybe I need you to tell me.” I mewl.
He sinks back to the chair, this time with me in my curled up position leaning into his chest and protected by the encircling sweep of his powerful arms. Then he leaps up again, with me in the crook of one bicep. He strides across to the Christmas tree, reaches into the branches and pulls out a padded envelope that has a bulge in the center. He crosses to the couch and settles us down on it, me still in his lap, my favorite place in the entire world.
It crosses my mind that the envelope came in the mail, maybe from my mother, something that will upset me, something she needs from me. But Ryder’s face is too eager for it to be that. He looks like a schoolboy all of a sudden, even if a stubbled and sexy as hell older schoolboy. I didn’t really need to ask whether he’s pleased.
“Open it.” He orders.
I do as he says and when I pull out the box from inside the envelope, I inhale sharply.
“I had to disguise it.” He says of the red velveteen box, covered with pink sparkles. “Jazzy stuck those on the box and she helped me pick what’s inside. I had to include her on this.”
“It’s gorgeous.” I sob.
