Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
His grey boxer briefs are getting a wet spot at the end of his long rod, and it’s growing the more I touch him.
Nathan watches as I peel them down, revealing his beautiful candy cane that I just want to spend all day sucking on.
“I’ve only been awake for five minutes,” he says as he watches me wrap my fingers around it. “But I can already tell this is the best Christmas I’m ever going to have.”
I’m happier than I've ever been as I watch the look of love on his face while I begin to jerk him off. He sucks in a breath as I stroke his length, up and down with a firm grip.
I lick my palm to get it nice and slick. He groans as he watches my tongue.
His chest flexes as he turns and lets his back drop onto the bed where he can get a better view of the sensual show I’m giving him.
My pussy is already so wet as I stroke him up and down, hard just how he likes it with a steady rhythm.
It's not long before his body begins to buck. I gasp and watch in awe as long streams of hot cum shoot out of his cock all over my hand.
He watches me with hungry lustful eyes as I bring my hand to my mouth and lick his hot mess off my fingers.
“You’re beautiful,” he says as he slides his hand along my side, over my breast before coming to a stop on my hip. “Absolutely stunning.”
I don’t have a stitch of clothing on and he’s looking at me like a kid who got everything he wanted for Christmas.
I’m about to straddle that big frame and give him even more when I hear the front door open.
“Hello!” someone shouts. “Merry Christmas!”
I grab the sheets with a gasp and hold them against my body. “Who’s that?”
Nathan groans as he looks at the clock. “Shit, it’s already nine?”
“Who is that?” I repeat.
I jump out of bed and rush over to the window, taking the sheets with me. “There are a ton of cars pulling into your driveway!”
“You said you liked that big family vibe,” he says as he starts to get up with a groan. “And it’s Christmas…”
I turn to him, feeling my lips curling up into a smile. “Yeah?”
“I guess I forgot to tell you that they’re all coming for breakfast.”
My pulse starts to race in delight as I bounce up on my bare feet. “Really?!”
“Really. And don’t worry, I asked Crystal to bring you some clothes.”
A few minutes later, I’m wearing a pair of Crystal’s black pants and an ugly Christmas sweater she lent me. It’s of my favorite show—Schitt’s Creek—and has a picture of David and Moira on it with the words You Just Fold It In stitched on the top. I love it and am already planning on buying my own once I can get to a computer.
I rush down the stairs and my face lights up when I see my new family there, all doing family things in the kitchen and living room—arguing about which dish should go into the oven, wives complaining that it’s too early for their husbands to start cracking open beers, although they have no objections about taking the mimosas that Nathan is handing out, and kids ogling and touching all of the presents under the tree, trying to find the ones marked for them.
It’s like I’ve stepped into a new life. One that I’ve been wanting for a long time.
Nathan’s cousin is playing Christmas carols on the piano and a few others are singing along. They’re good too! It’s so festive!
The giant tree is lit up beautifully with a mountain of presents underneath it. I just feel so happy, like my heart is overflowing.
And here comes Nathan, dressed in black pants with an ugly Christmas sweater of his own that says Santa’s Favorite Doctor.
In all of this wonderful chaos—the shouting, the laughing, the talking, the singing—he’s here to ground me, to anchor me, to love me.
I’m so thankful.
And so freaking in love.
I just know I’m going to marry him.
“Ready for your gift?” he whispers into my ear.
“How did you get me anything?” I ask with a laugh. “We haven’t left each other’s sight since we’ve met.”
He grins. “Come. I have a surprise for you.”
Everyone is excited as they follow us to the door. They’re all clamoring and pushing to the head to say hi and to wish me a Merry Christmas. My cheeks hurt from smiling, trying to answer each one of them.
“It’s outside?” I ask as Nathan opens the front door. Cold air hits me, but it’s much warmer than last night. The sun is out and the snowstorm has passed, although it’s left all its snow for us to deal with.
A honk echoes down the street and I gasp when I see a brand new Porsche SUV driving down the road. It’s as white as the snow with a huge red bow on the hood, blowing in the wind.