The Tyrant (Banker #3)(4)

Instead of looking at the tree, I looked at her. I watched the glow in her eyes, the way her happiness shone brighter than the lights on the Christmas tree. Little things like this made her the happiest, not the expensive cars in my garage or the designer suits in my closet. She cared about the little things in life, moments she would remember forever.





She poked her head out of the bathroom, hiding most of her body from view. “Thanks for shopping with me today.”

I sat up in bed, naked under the sheets and ready for sex. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”

“You had fun and you know it.” She continued to keep her body out of my line of sight. “I got something for you today. Picked it up when you were paying for the ornaments.”

“An early Christmas gift?”

“You could say that.” She stepped out in red lingerie—a push-up bra, a thong, and red stockings to match. Her pregnant belly was unobstructed, round and sexy like the clothing she wore. To top it off, she wore a Santa hat.

All the air left my lungs, and I lost my ability to speak. It was so unexpected, and that made it a million times better. My cock had already been hard because I knew sex was coming, but now he was so thick it hurt. My balls tightened like they wanted to release my seed already. “Fuck, I love Christmas.”

She crawled onto the bed then moved on top of me, her pregnant belly beautiful. When she sat on my lap, she removed the Santa hat and placed it on my head instead.

I was too aroused to care about anything sitting on my head. My hands gripped her hips, and I felt the lacy lingerie against my fingertips. Her tits were getting bigger and bigger every day, and now they spilled over her bra. When she ground against me, I could feel the slit in her panties that led directly to her pussy.

I moaned.

She raised herself so she could slide down my length. Slowly, she moved until every inch of my dick was deep inside her—exactly where it belonged. She wiggled her hips and got comfortable on my lap, as if she was adjusting my dick to exactly where she wanted it to be. Her hands planted against my chest, and she slowly started to move up and down, her sexy belly moving with her.

Fuck, this was hot.

My hands cupped her stomach as I felt her lift herself up and drag down again. She sheathed me with all of her arousal, all of her cream. I felt it coat my dick everywhere, making me so slick and wet.

Her pussy was amazing.

She gripped my wrists for balance and tilted her head back, moaning as she enjoyed how hard I got for her. I knew she could feel my dick, feel how much it thickened just for her. She was the only woman who could get me this hard, who could make me so thick I might rip in half.

She kept her movements slow, taking her time as she enjoyed me. She did all the work, her pussy grabbing my dick and holding on with possession. Her green eyes were as beautiful as the ornaments downstairs, and they glowed with a special warmth. She tilted her body forward and arched her back differently, dragging her pussy down my length as her mouth moved to mine.

Fuck, I wanted to come so bad.

She was so wet for me.

Wetter than she’d ever been.

My hands palmed her tits, but that just made it worse. It made me want to come harder, come deeper.

She gripped my shoulders and rested her forehead against mine as her hips continued to do their magical work. “I love you…” Her nails dug into me as she confessed her deepest feelings.

Like last time, my cock twitched inside her, barely restraining itself. I did better than last time, but barely. It was such an erotic moment, and to top it off, this gorgeous woman confessed her love for me. She didn’t care if I didn’t say it back. Lost in the moment, the words slipped from her lips. Her passion took over, and her logic died away. She opened her legs and her heart to me, giving me everything she had.

“You’re the only man I’ve ever loved. The only man I want to love as long as I live.” She spoke the words against my mouth, her whispers so sultry and sexy.

Fuck, that was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. On my lap and pregnant with my child, she was so gorgeous. She wanted me so much, wanted me for me. She didn’t want me to go to work and make more money. She wanted me to spend time with her, to get hot chocolate and just be together. “Baby…” I tried to restrain myself, but it was impossible. I was an asshole most hours of the day, but I was a gentleman in the sack. I always let a woman come first before I released. But for a second time, I couldn’t. I couldn’t fight the urge that started in my balls. With a moan, I released inside her, pumping her with my seed while the pleasure stimulated all of my nerves. Like the last time she’d said those words, my climax was good. So raw.

“I love the way your come feels inside me.” Her fingers moved into my hair, and she kissed me softly on the mouth. “So heavy.” She didn’t make me feel like shit for coming so soon. It seemed to arouse her, to know her sexy words were the ultimate turn-on for me. “You’re the only man I’ve ever felt like this…”

Instantly, she got me hard again. My cock had just released a load deep inside her, but he was ready again within a minute. With other women, I usually needed fifteen minutes before I wanted another round, and most of the time, I didn’t even want to have sex again. I’d been sleeping with the same woman for months, and instead of getting tired of her, I craved her more. Even when I did get my fill of her, it was never truly enough.