The house was quiet except for the crackle of the fireplace and the soft hum of Christmas lights twinkling on the tree. I stood in the doorway of the living room wearing nothing but the red silk robe you'd bought me last year, the one that barely covered my ass. You were on the couch, legs spread, cock already half-hard in your hand as you watched me.
"Come here, baby," you said, voice low and rough. "It's time you gave Daddy what he wants for Christmas."
I let the robe fall open as I walked over. My tits bounced with each step, nipples tight from the cool air and the heat in your eyes. You grabbed my hips the second I was close enough and pulled me onto your lap, my wet pussy sliding along the thick length of your cock.
"Fuck, you're already soaked," you growled, fingers digging into my ass cheeks. "Been thinking about this all day, haven't you? Thinking about your daddy stuffing that tight cunt full of cum until it takes."
I moaned and rocked against you, coating your shaft with my juices. "Yes, Daddy. I want your baby. I want you to knock me up tonight."
You didn't waste time with more talk. You lifted me just enough to notch the fat head of your cock at my entrance, then slammed me down. I cried out as you speared me open, stretching my pussy wide around every inch. You were so deep it hurt in the best way, the head of your cock kissing my cervix on the first thrust.
"That's it, take it all," you grunted, bouncing me on your dick like I weighed nothing. "This cunt was made for breeding. Gonna fill you up until you're leaking my load all night."
I braced my hands on your chest and rode you hard, tits swinging in your face. You leaned forward and sucked one nipple into your mouth, biting down just enough to make me clench around you. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with my desperate moans and your filthy words.
"Look at you, fucking your daddy on Christmas Eve like a little whore. You want that baby so bad, don't you? Want everyone to see your belly swell and know exactly who put it there."
"Yes," I gasped, grinding down to take you even deeper. "Breed me, Daddy. Pump me full."
You flipped us suddenly, pinning me on my back on the couch. My legs went over your shoulders as you pounded into me, cock driving in so hard the couch creaked. Sweat dripped from your chest onto my tits. Every thrust punched the air from my lungs and sent sparks up my spine.
You reached between us and rubbed my clit in rough circles. "Come on this cock. Squeeze it. Milk every drop out so it sticks."
I shattered with a scream, pussy pulsing and gushing around you. You didn't slow down. You fucked me straight through the orgasm, chasing your own. Your balls slapped against my ass with every brutal stroke until you buried yourself to the hilt and let go.
Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded my cunt, pulse after pulse. You kept grinding, pushing it deeper, making sure it stayed inside. When you finally pulled out, a thick strand of cum followed, dripping down my crack onto the couch.
But you weren't done. You scooped some of it up with two fingers and pushed it back inside me, then added your cock again, softer now but still thick enough to keep me stretched.
"Keep it in there, baby," you murmured, voice hoarse. "We're not stopping until that womb is swimming in it. Gonna fuck you again in a minute.
Then again on the floor. Then in your bed with your legs up so none of it leaks out."
I shivered under you, already feeling your cum start to work its way deeper. Outside, snow fell against the windows. Inside, the only sounds were our breathing and the wet sounds of you stirring your load in my well-fucked pussy.
By morning I'd be sore, marked, and hopefully carrying exactly what you asked for. Your baby. Our secret Christmas gift.
