Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
“Yes, we all heard about it. It’s a small town. Honestly, no one has seen him since, so we’ll be looking for him. However, it’s common for fires to happen at Christmas time.”
“James, can I stay with you tonight?”
“Sugarplum, I planned to have you stay with me anyway. I had a special surprise planned for tonight.”
“You did?” I ask through my sobs.
“Sweet girl, I have wiped away more of your tears in the past week than I care to for a lifetime. You shouldn’t have to be sad.” He kisses my forehead. Looking over my head, he says, “Chief, please call us when you have news, and thank you for putting out the fire.”
“Merry Christmas, eh?”
“Merry Christmas.”
James leads me inside and once the door opens, so does my mouth. In the corner of his living room is a gorgeous six-foot Christmas tree all lit up. “James, you did this?”
“Yes, Holiday.”
I turn around and ask, “Why?”
“Because for the first time in forever, I wanted to have a real Christmas, and you make me want that. You make things better. I can see why everyone adores you. In the few days that I’ve known you, I’ve been mesmerized, and I don’t want to let you go. You’re my greatest gift. My truly favorite Holiday.”
“Let’s get comfortable.” We take off our shoes by the door so we don’t track water all over the house. Then he slides behind me and slowly slips my coat off my shoulders, peppering kisses down my neck onto my collarbone. “You can stop me at any time.”
I turn around and face him, brushing my hands over his broad chest to find he’s taken off his coat and suit jacket. During the blaze, he’d already freed his tie, and damn, did he look so hot being my hero. “I don’t want you to stop until we’re both screaming,” I answer, unashamed of my feelings.
Nodding, he pulls the blanket off the back of the sofa and onto the floor. Taking my hand, he leads me over there. Our kisses only deepen and I’m shaking with need, tugging his shirt loose from his dress pants. I can’t handle the pressure building inside of me as I touch the bare skin of his taut, muscular abs. James is all I want. All these years I’ve waited for him, and now’s the time.
He slowly lowers my zipper, fingers teasing my heated flesh, lightly touching the edge of my breast, and I gasp from the sensual pleasure. My dress falls into a puddle of tulle and satin around my feet.
“I need you now.” His words are shaky, hungry.
“I’m yours.”
He spins me and quickly we’re on the sofa, his body over mine, kissing me with his hands sliding up and down my sides, caressing my ass and bringing my leg up around his waist as he grinds his hips into me. Oh, goodness, I can feel every inch of him.
Lazily he plays with my breasts, pushing them together as he sucks on one and then the other. Pleasure shoots through me, and I want to cry out. His fingers slide lower, dipping into my panties.
“Oh, James. Please. Yes.” He sucks on my nipple and pushes one finger inside. My head falls back off the sofa, and I nearly fall apart.
“Yes, sugarplum, tell me. Do you like that?”
“Yes. I need more.”
“Good girl. So damn good. You’re not going to come yet. I want you to come on my tongue first.” He pulls his finger from my panties, and I’m devastated. Grabbing the edge of his shirt, he lifts it off. Popping off the sofa, he spins me so I’m sitting on it with my ass barely on the edge. Gripping my panties, he yanks them off, and then he tosses my legs over his shoulders.
“I want to taste something else so sweet.” Dipping his head down, he slices my pussy wide with the broadside of his tongue. Like a magic tool, the man works my clit, and I’m screaming and coming when he pushes two fingers into my tight hole.
“So tight, my little pervert. Are you…” I blush and duck my head. In a blur of frenzied movements, James strips out of his clothes, returning down onto me completely naked. He doesn’t need the answer because it’s obvious. We move to the middle of the floor just next to the Christmas tree and the fireplace. It’s lit up beautifully, but it’s the man in front of me that couldn’t be more beautiful.
If I thought he was hot with his towel on; without it, he’s a perfect male specimen. From his dark hair to his nicely trimmed stubble on his chiseled jaw, down to his broad shoulders, well-defined chest and abs, killer calves and thighs—but that damn monster in the middle is a whole other thing.
His cock is just insane the way it defies gravity and yet it’s huge, pointing right at me, warning me that I’m next and going to be in trouble. My pussy is going to be demolished by that beast. Still, I want it—I want to touch it, taste it, feel it on me, in me. I’m so horny that every single nerve ending in my body is demanding the need for release.