Belongs To Him

35 | Gifts

Kingston Romano

I can't pull my eyes off her. Because she's so unfucking believable, it's like she's not real. She's simply the most magnificent gift to the world itself, beneath me blushing at the way I simply stare at her.

"I just want you to know how much a gift you are to me. For this Christmas and every one to come," the sound of laughter completes my heart from her with my words. Her eyes are glossed once more as she holds me tight.

"Merry Christmas Kingston," I lean in capturing those lips I claimed months ago. Ones I should've claimed years ago, why I wasted so much time in unsure. Yet here we were and I was unrestrained.

I needed all of her and she needed to feel all of me this holiday. I couldn't contain myself anymore because of how adorable she'd been. Maybe every Christmas I might just have to plow through her to keep it together for the rest of the day. However, I believe an intermission will occur.

That is if she keeps looking like this. Like the most precious thing to simply exist. Excitement over one simple day and her reaction to the tree. I would've bought her the world if I could've. This barely scratched the surface of what she deserved. She deserved everything good.

"It's very merry isn't it?" With my words she wraps her legs around me, sinking my sensitive cock deeper into me. "God you drive me insane," I twitch inside her as she begins to move herself in and out of me.

Flipping my back to the sofa I move her to be on top as she slowly moves up and down. Shuttering with sensitivity built between us, I felt myself growing harder for her again. Fuck presents, there was no gift that could ever top this.

How unbelievably sexy she looked taking my cock. Her breasts moving in a rhythm and the way she gasps the slower she'd sink down, feeling every inch of me. Her body belonged to me, it always had. It was the only thing that perfectly meshed with me.

She just fit like some missing puzzle. Her pussy fit me like they were made for each other. Alina Windsor was the most beautiful thing to exist and this moment as she cries out on top of me. I was in heaven itself.

"Kingston..." her words breathless as she continues. Buried deep inside her I hold myself together impatiently.

"Oh my god, Kingston," she clenches tight around me as her hands clutch mine. Her body contracts as she rides out her orgasm. This was sincerely the most beautiful sight.

"So beautiful," I rasp as she crashes down to my chest holding me tight. We soaked the couch and I can't seem to move from this position with her. She snuggles into my side and I hold her up as I stand still deep inside of her. She groans at the movement and head towards the kitchen.

An alarm rings on the smart speaker as I step inside and I reach for an oven mitt.

"You're crazy," she whispers as I open the oven and remove the cinnamon rolls.

"I just like the feeling of me being inside of you Alina, always," she blushes once more as I harden inside her again.

"You crazed whore," she mocks staring at me.

"Ravenous is a better use of words baby," I smack her ass as she winces and as we reach the counter top I set her down in search of a towel. Opening the bottom drawer I spot Ollie's stash of kitchen towels and turn to her with a lemon printed one.