Cheeky Christmas: A British Billionaire Holiday Romance Page 14
“I love you so much.” She moaned against my lips and arched beneath me.
“I love you more.” I pushed my fingers through her hair as I slid my cock between her legs. “You and our babies are the only things that matter to me in this world.”
A tiny groan ground from her throat when I invaded her delicious body.
“Love sinking inside you, showing you how much I love you, sharing our love.” I pulled down the cups of her bra and attacked her pebbled nipples with my tongue, using decadent swirls and licks. Then I sucked on the rosy tips until I thought she might come from that stimulation alone. “Always so sensitive to my touch.”
She shuddered with my words. She loved when I talked dirty, told her exactly what was running through my mind when I was inside her, and I was a man who did not like to disappoint his wife.
Wife.
I was so goddamn lucky to have her. My beautiful American girl.
I’d have ten more babies with her if she’d let me. I’d come from a big family, and I knew her dad loved having babies around. My parents were still an ocean away, but they tried to be as involved as they could, video-calling Mason at least once a week and sending treats and surprises from Ireland more often than that.
“God, Liam, you feel so good.” Her voice grew throaty with arousal.
I placed one more kiss on her nipple before taking her hips and flipping her over completely, her ass pointing in the air and desperate for me.
“I know what you want, bad girl.” I slid a thumb between her curvy ass cheeks and pressed at the bud of her back entrance.
She squirmed and moaned, urging me on.
“I’m a slave to you, love.” I sank my shaft into her pussy and growled with intense pleasure.
She sucked in a ragged breath when my thumb pressed through, her arousal pulsing and helping my invasion. “Yes… more, Liam.”
“Christ, I love when you beg.” I planted a kiss at the nape of her neck as my thumb worked deeper into her arse, my cock pushing into the far depths of her body.
“Oh God,” she whimpered as her hips took on a quicker rhythm.
“Come for me, Charlie. Come all over my cock and show me who owns this body.”
“You, you own me, Liam.” Her words escaped in a desperate staccato as her muscles bunched and went rigid against me.
She gripped the white sheets as I pounded into her, striving to hit that delicate bundle of nerves that always shot her over the edge and rocked her world.
“That’s my girl.” I pressed a palm at her waist and held her still as her body shook, her orgasm spilling all over my dick and inciting my own release. “So brilliantly perfect.”
With another shallow thrust of my hips, my own orgasm exploded through my spine, my come coating her insides and reminding both of us who she belonged to.
Charlie was mine. The most beautiful gift I’d been given, a girl who was always there to support me, laugh with me, and love me.
I hadn’t known if I’d ever find anyone to see past all the weird parts of my life, but I’d found her, and hell if I would ever let go.
“You had me from the very first day,” I said. “Day one, you were mine and I was yours. Only took me some work to make you see it.” I turned her chin toward me and placed a reverent kiss across her lips. “And I plan on saying thank you every day.”
“Liam…”
“Just say you love me again. It’s all I ever need to hear.”
“I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything in my life… except maybe for that little boy across town. He’s got a big chunk of my heart too.”
“I haven’t got a chance in hell if he’s my competition.” I flipped her over on the bed, continuing our make-out session. “I’m hoping we get a little girl this time.”
“Aww, my sweet husband.” Charlie curled her arm around my neck and brought me in closer to her.
Sucking in her oxygen, swallowing up her space, drowning in her scent was right where I belonged.
Charlie was my home.
THE END.
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