Santa’s Baby (Naughtier and Naughtier Book 3)

I can’t wait to get up to Reuben’s bedroom. It’s like a consummation. Something that feels almost sacred.

I want to make love to him.

Truly make love to the man I love.

I grip his hand in mine as I lead us upstairs. It’s going to be a wild ride from this day forward, in the best of ways – I’m going to make sure of it.

I never thought I’d be in a position where Kian would pale into insignificance, but the gorgeous Reuben Sinclair has risen my soul to a whole new level. This is a man who knows what love is. I see it in his eyes, I know it from his smile, and I feel it in his touch as he pulls me close when we cross the threshold.

Fuck, how my mushy heart is racing as he brushes a thumb across my cheek.

“I didn’t know what dreams I’d been missing, until I found you.”

I still can’t believe he’s resigned from the Agency, abandoning such a treasure trove for a girl like me. He sees more in me than Kian ever did, and it’s become so obvious now. The guy I thought was my soulmate didn’t know my soul at all. Not like Reuben does.

“I guess this is monogamy, then?” I smile up at my former boss. “Wild, isn’t it? How things pan out.”

“Extraordinary. Just like you.” He brushes my hair from my shoulder and plants a gentle kiss on my neck. “I need you, Tiff. I need our future.”

“So do I.” I look up into his eyes. “I lied about not being a mummy with kids girl, by the way. I just gave up on the idea long ago.”

“For the sake of Creamgirl?”

I shake my head. “Nah. Creamgirl was the thing that kept me going. Throwing myself into my happy place of sex without strings just kept the pain at bay.”

“What pain were you running from?”

I’m so hot and horny for my new love that it seems a bizarre time to be baring the hurt of my past, but it feels so natural. For once, I feel utterly secure. Done and safe has a whole new meaning. Not just in relation to Kian, but in relation to the rest of my early life. My own family didn’t really give a toss. Mum was always arguing with my stepdad, who hated me from day one. My older brother never bothered with me, just called me a weird bitch whenever we crossed paths and pushed me aside.

Then there was Josh who became my family. My first taste of something unconditional.

Until I met Kian and figured I’d found the one.

“I had one serious partner a few years ago,” I tell Reuben. “It was turbulent, but I loved him. I thought that was my one shot. Figured I’d lost it.”

“I understand that. Taking off my wedding ring felt as though fate was leaving me in the dirt.” He kisses my temple. “Did you have your future all mapped out in your mind? I know I did when I got down on one knee to Jeanette.”

“Yep. To every last detail. I even knew what colour walls I wanted in our dream home living room.” I shimmy out of my elf dress and tights, and he unclips my bra. “I knew what car I wanted. I knew what style of wedding dress I would wear. I knew what we were going to call our kids.”

For once, the memory doesn’t feel so bad.

“What were you going to call your children?”

“Raven and Rose. I wanted two girls.”

“Do you still want two girls?”

I unbutton his shirt, needing his flesh against mine.

“I want whatever you can give me.”

“Then you’ll be needing a lot of names,” he chuckles. “I’ll take as many as you can bear to birth.”

I get flashbacks of him in the grotto, being such a wonderful hero for the children. He’ll be the greatest daddy there could be.

I dare to imagine a life with him in this beautiful house, with kids of our own. The patter of tiny feet running to greet Reuben as he comes home from the mall. Family weekends by the seaside, building sandcastles with buckets and spades.

I want a much bigger family than the one I dreamt of with Kian.

“No more contraceptives for me,” I say. “I’d better toss the pills in the bin.”

“You really want to begin straight away?”

I nod. “Yep.” Then I blurt out the truth. “I’d have had a kid that was six years old already if fate hadn’t been a piece of shit to me, but I guess the universe has its reasons, and my road was meant to be with you.”

“You’d have had a baby? With Kian?”

“I was pregnant, yeah. I had a miscarriage, just before Kian finally fucked off and left me.”

My heart quickens as I share my past, but I don’t cry. I don’t need to. Not anymore. Reuben is easing the pain, just by being himself. He doesn’t flinch or pull away at the revelation. He does the opposite. He pulls me closer and presses his mouth to my ear.

“That’s a horrible thing to have to go through.”

“It’s just one of those shitters. We were rocky. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back and all that, and he walked away.”

“He walked away when you needed him most?”

I try to brush it off. “It was always gonna happen at some point. We were off more than we were on by then, I was just too dumb to see it. It was just one of those things, you know?”

He takes my shoulders and looks me right in the eyes.

“No, I don’t know. It will never be just one of those things when there is such hurt involved. He left you when you needed him most, and that’s never acceptable when you love and respect someone.” I adore the way Reuben stares into my raw open heart. “Trust me, Tiffany, I will never do that to you. Not in a thousand years. If we have twenty children, or if we have none. If it comes to us like a joyous breeze, or if we struggle along the way, so be it. I’ll never walk away and leave you hurting. Not like he did.”

My walls crumble, and for once, I’m happy to be defenceless. In life and love, not just in sex. Reuben has given me the power to be powerless. He defended me, and chose me today above any other option. I’ve cost him millions, yet still, he put my needs first. I was his priority. I’m the woman he chose above everything else.

“I’ll never walk away and leave you hurting,” he says again. “I’ll never walk away, full stop.”

“Same goes,” I reply, and kiss him with an urgency that burns ferocious. A need to be taken and loved by this man. The man of my dreams.

“I want your baby,” I say. “I want to make you a daddy, and watch you being a daddy.”

“That would be the best gift there could ever be.”

He drops his pants, kicks them aside, and we tumble naked together onto his bed, hands roving, frantic. I can’t get enough of him. Every inch of him fascinates me, and that’s mutual. He sweeps his hands up and down my stomach, adoring my curves. They will be so much bigger when I’m carrying his baby inside me. I imagine my swollen baby bump. The way it will feel to be heavy in the third trimester, waiting to meet our newborn child.

My fears that it will never happen for me have disappeared.

I have faith.

I have love.

I believe in my dreams again. I believe in us.

Reuben is a master with his fingers, gliding them between my pussy lips to tease my clit.

“It’s going to be an honour getting you pregnant. Forget ovulation calendars, I’ll be unloading into your sweet pussy every chance I get.”

“Promises, promises.”

“Santa always delivers.”

We kiss with fervour. His tongue is hot and wet, fighting with mine.

“Promise me one thing, then,” I say, panting for breath as his fingers tease my thrumming clit.

“Anything, sweetheart.”

“Promise you won’t lose your filthiness. Not ever. I may have ditched Creamgirl, but I’ll never ditch my own sexuality. I’ll still be a kinky slut, mama bear or not.”

“I can safely assure you of that.” He nips my bottom lip. “I may have walked away from the Agency, but I haven’t walked away from filthy pleasures. I just want them all from you.”

It’s a bizarre sensation as I realise Reuben’s cock may be the only one I ever take for the rest of my life. He isn’t going to share easily, and I sure as fuck wouldn’t want to share him. Even the idea of him being with someone else makes me feel sick, I’m that invested.

I spread my legs wider. “Good, because I’ve got plenty of filth to give, and it’s all yours.”

I angle my hips to take the thrill of his touch, but the skilled master leaves me hanging. He plays me like a cello, sucking, flicking, tasting, fingering – and I squirm for him with a smile on my face. Headiness growing as he slides three fingers in and licks a hot trail from my clit to my nipples.

He clamps his mouth around my tit and sucks hard, catching my clit with his thumb at the same time and it’s enough to set me off on my first orgasm, rolling through me in glorious waves of pleasure as his fingers pump my wet cunt.

I moan for his dick, wanting him inside me, filling me up, but the master won’t be rushed. His eyes are simmering dark as he caresses my belly.

“Give it to me, Reuben,” I say, “fuck your daddy cum into me.”

His grin is priceless.

“You’re going to get it, baby, but always remember what I say. Patience is a virtue.”

I grope my wet tits. “Fuck patience. Patience isn’t on my list of talents. Taking cum is.”

“I’m sure your patience will improve steadily. You’ll need a lot of it when we’ve got children to take care of.”

Two can play at this game. I’ll just have to make him desperate for me.

“You’re right, I’ll need a whole shit ton of patience. So, now’s the time to enjoy the lack of it, while I can.” I haul myself up from the bed, giggling as I throw a pillow at him and dash away.

“What the hell? Tiffany! Get back here, and stop testing mine.”

I hear his feet stomping after me as my tits nearly give me black eyes as I run down the stairs.

“Time for some champagne. Let’s celebrate!” I flash him a grin over my shoulder. “Once you’ve knocked me up, I’ll be in abstinence mode for ages. No drinking for me while I’m carrying your baby.”

He reaches me in the kitchen, and I squeal as he shunts me over the breakfast bar. The marble top is so cold against my tis, his strong hands pinning me tight by my wrists. I rub my ass against his crotch like a dirty girl, adoring the pole of his cock. He’s dripping, ready to burst. I can feel it.

“Knocked you up?” he says, “I’m not sure I like the sound of that. Bit crude, don’t you think?”

“Knock me up, yeah. Or put me up the duff or shove a bun in my oven. I don’t care, just fuck your cum into me, Reubs.” I wiggle my ass again.

“Reubs? You’re asking for it,” he says.

“Yeah, I am. So, give it to me. Champagne as well as punishment, please,” I giggle.

He lets go of my wrists, places one hand on the base of my back and I brace myself, shrieking as he gives me a serious walloping – two hard slaps on each butt cheek before he walks to the fridge. I love the burn. I also love the way he pops the cork straight up into the air before he pours our glasses.

“To us,” he says, as we toast.

“To us and our future babies.”

He looks at my naked body so intently. I don’t feel the need to pose or push my tits out, just stay as me – Tiffany – without the performance of Cream.

“I pictured you with a straining baby belly when you were hooded on all fours, you know? One time, when you had to crouch and ride a punch fuck, that was me, imagining you giving birth, especially when you were crying out. I wished your tits were milky. I wanted to drink from you.”

“Wow, that’s hot,” I say and I swear my clit could come from just one touch, I’m so horny.

I look down at my nipples. I wonder how they would feel to leak milk. How amazing it would feel for Reuben to latch on and drink me dry between baby feeds to keep the milk flowing.

“Have you ever tried drinking breast milk?” I ask.

“Yes. But I’ve never been in love with the woman whose tits I was drinking from.”

I sip some champagne, admiring my lover in yet another filthy shade.

“I bet you look great with a milky beard.”

He rubs at his beard. “Can’t wait to find out,” he says.

“What else did you imagine while you were punching my cunt?”

He necks his champagne and I do the same.

“It’s a vivid memory,” he says as he refills our glasses. “Punching cunt takes some skill and mastery. Despite how brutal the assault might seem, one must always consider the recipient’s connection to the moment. The rhythm, the heat, the orgasm fuel. Taking you up, into that high, slowly increasing the speed of the assault as your puffed-up cunt relaxes, and…”

I neck my champagne. “And?”

“It was a vision, Tiffany. An absolute vision, my fist engulfed by you. Because that’s what it looked like in the frenzied blur as you shrieked and shuddered. It looked like you were birthing my fist so beautifully.”

“I remember you doing that to me. It hurt like fuck, but it felt so good. You didn’t get me lubed up first either.”

His cock is veined and loaded as he takes a sip of his drink.

“I loved seeing my knuckles popping in and out of you.”

“How about now? Give me the treat of watching while you do it.”

“I think I’ll give you some lube this time.” He knocks back the rest of his champagne. “Get your ass up on the counter.”

“I’ll need some help, Santa.”

He puts his glass down and helps hitch me up onto the worktop, and I drop myself backwards, my legs hanging over the edge until he raises one over his shoulder, scissoring me. His hard, veined dick plunges straight inside, and he tilts his hips to press my sweet spot.

“You’re going to take so much of my cum, baby,” he says. “I’ll be filling you up every fucking chance I get.”

“You’ll get a lot of chances now then, won’t you?” I smile up at him. “Since I haven’t got a calendar full of other men’s cocks anymore.”

“Thank fuck for that, because it would have driven me crazy.” He slams inside me. “To know other men were fucking you would have driven me insane.”

“Me, too. Because I wouldn’t have wanted any of them, Reuben. All I want is you. Dirty. Loving. Brutal. Kind. All of it. I’m your entertainer now.”

“You’re my partner, not my entertainer, and the woman who’s going to bear my fucking child.”

Holy shit, he fucks me like a beast. My tits bounce against my chin as he slams me, and I feel like jelly against the hard marble countertop. He grits his teeth as he comes, and then jams both of my legs up to my chest, making sure none of it dribbles.

“This is standard practice now, Tiff. My cum stays in your cunt.”

I nod. “That’s where it belongs.” Then I smirk. “Until it’s done its job anyway. Then my ass and mouth can benefit as well.”

He leans in closer, and fists his hand before my eyes. It’s so big as he bares his knuckles.

“We’ll make an exception for now, though.”

I take a breath as he lines it up against my used pussy, knowing full well he isn’t going to be gentle. I remember the pain from last time, crying out under my hood like a banshee. This time I’m going to see his stunningly filthy face as he does it.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

I laugh. “No. But that’s the point, isn’t it? You want to see me straining and struggling while you stretch my whore cunt. So give it to me.”

“No,” he says.

“No?”

“No. I don’t want to stretch your whore cunt, Tiffany. You are no longer a whore, remember? I want to stretch your beautiful cunt.”

With that, he lowers my feet to the countertop and spreads my legs, one hand on my belly as he shows me his fist.

I moan for him as he glides his knuckles up and down my puffy pussy lips.

And I moan some more when he applies pressure with a little turn of the wrist at the same time and my pussy glows hot with need.

“Do it,” I say, “push it in.”

I almost regret my words when his fist pushes against me. His knuckles hurt, and my pussy fights him.

“Relax,” he says, but I shake my head.

“Nah. Make me take it. Show me what pain my pussy is going to feel when I’m pushing your baby out. Whatever you do will never match it.”

He braces himself against the counter and pushes harder. I keep my eyes on his, soaking in the wonder. I love this man. I want everything of his inside me.

“You’re fucking clenching,” he says.

“Course I’m fucking clenching.”

“Let me in, Tiff.”

“No.”

“If you don’t relax, it’ll tear you.”

“So will giving birth to your child.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Why the hell not?” I roll my eyes. “I want you to hurt me,” I tell him. “I want to see that vivid vision you witnessed. And I want to love giving it to you. Now, sweet Reubs, fist my beautiful cunt and make me scream.”

He doesn’t reply, just stares me in the eye, presses one hand on my belly. Fuck how I cry out when he applies the pressure and my pussy finally breaks.

“In,” he says and I yelp again as he gives a shove and my cunt wraps around his wrist.

His fist feels like it’s in my stomach, and it hurts so bad I let out a stream of whimpers.

He wraps his free hand around the back of my neck and pulls me up for a better view, and I see he’s up past his wrist. Yeah, he’s fucking deep.

“Now watch,” he tells me, and pulls his fist out of my burning cunt.

It’s dripping with cum and laced with red. Yeah, I’m bleeding.

“Do it again,” I say, and cry out as he punch fucks me in one thump. His knuckles grate as my pussy battles to take him.

“Push,” he says, and I do as I’m told. I try to birth his hand from my pussy, pushing down with everything I’ve got, but he doesn’t move, just lets me strain.

The pain feels so dirty, it’s beautiful.

“Come on, Tiff, push,” he says, and we go in for another round. Slowly, he lets me birth his fist, hovering in the spot where his knuckles are at their fullest, right at the entrance of my pussy.

More cum and blood. More sweat and tears.

And more love for Reuben as he coaxes me into trying harder. Taking more.

His tone is gentle, despite the fact he’s being a broody monster. I imagine he’ll be using the same tone when I’m giving birth for real, and it will be beautiful.

I pull him forward when I’m exhausted, still taking his fist as I press my mouth to his. I kiss him like he’s my owner, my saviour… and my baby daddy. My partner. My friend. My everything.

What a beautiful combination.

He treats me like a princess when he works his thumb against my clit, to bring the pleasure as well as the pain.

“Come for me with my fist in deep,” he says. “Come and tell me how much you want to be filled up by me.”

I let the words come out in a ramble of truth.

“I want to be full, Reuben. I want your cum soaking my insides, and I want to watch my belly grow with your babies, until it’s so big I can hardly move. I want hot, swollen tits, leaking with milk. I want you to latch onto my nipples as well as our little one. Please, never stop fucking me, and never stop filling me up. My pussy belongs to you now. Always.”

“And my dick belongs to you. So does my cum.”

He gives me another round of it before we’re through, punching as I watch, amazed at the vivid vision he described. There’s a blur of frenzied thrusts and I’m riding high, coming like a bastard, gushing around his fist.

“Wow,” I say as he pulls free and I flood the countertop.

“You seem to be saying that a lot lately,” my grinning Santa says.

“Because you wow me, Reubs.” I shrug.

“And you need to quit with the Reubs, Tiff.”

“Why? It suits you, Daddy Reubs.”

He goes to the fridge, takes out another bottle of champagne.

“I like the look of that,” I tell him.

“And my dick likes the look of your wrecked cunt.” He picks up our empty glasses. “Get your sweet ass upstairs.”

I used to hate missionary. I mean – boring. But not now. Not with my saviour fucking me gently and dropping kisses on my lips, an incredible contrast to our filthy fun.

This is exactly what I’ve always wanted.

To be loved for me, in every aspect, and to love someone back.

And to actually make love.

“Fill me up, Santa,” I say when he picks up the pace.

“It will be my pleasure, baby,” he says, lifting my legs high as he unloads.

It’s late when I finally send Josh a message to let him know I’m done and safe, but this time I add another word to it.

D&S, forever. xx

Because I am.