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)
“Time to tell me to stop,” James says with his cock pressing at my entrance. I don’t say anything. My reply consists of my hips rolling onto his tip, sending it inside. “Fuck, you’re playing dirty, little girl. Be careful. We’re going to take it slow so I don’t hurt you.” His mouth latches onto my throat, sucking and kissing me until I feel him rocking in and out, each stroke pushing deeper and deeper.
“Wow. Oh, shit.” Damn, the towel hid a lot.
“Relax, my sweet little Holiday.”
“You’re so big.”
“You can take it. Just breathe.” He doesn’t stop and I don’t want him to because I need this. God, do I need this.
“Yes, James.” I cling to his biceps and tip my head back. He grunts and dips his head, pressing his mouth against the column of my throat. Slowly he bites and licks my skin while his hips thrust into me.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy. Every little moan, every whimper has me on edge.” How did he take away the pain so easily? I’m almost there, and then he slips his hand in between us and finds my clit, strumming it until I can’t catch my breath and my orgasm rips through my body. The feeling is completely different than when I’m alone. There is something about all his strength surrounding my small frame that adds to the intensity, bottling up pressure between my legs until I explode.
“James,” I scream, finding my air and sound. “Shit. I’m coming, so good.” I can feel my pussy dripping all over him.
“That’s my girl. Come so prettily. There you go. Fuck, I’m going to fill you up.” He grips my hips harder than before and I smile. James lets out several deep grunts and moans while drills into me as I fall into a blissful haze, pussy throbbing out the last shivers, and then I feel him jerk inside of me, filling me with his seed.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He kisses me so hard with a possessiveness while pumping into me as if he’s making sure his filling stays where he put it. “You’re mine.” He wraps me up in his arms, and we cuddle next to the tree.
Chapter Twelve
James
The sun is up, and Holiday stares out my window at her home in her panties and my dress shirt from last night. The morning light shines like a halo around her, making her glow, and I bask in her beauty for a moment and try to avoid that moment of sadness. Still, I take a picture on my phone because she looks ethereal.
I figure this is the time to cheer her up a bit, so I run over to the tree and grab one of the gifts from under it. Sidling up behind her, I slip my arms around her waist with my present in hand. “Merry Christmas, sugarplum.”
“You got me something?”
“A few little somethings,” I say with a subtle shrug. She opens up the box, and it’s a beautifully handcrafted ornament I found in town that reads Our First Christmas 2023.
She spins around, and tears spring from her eyes. “This is perfect, James. I love it. Does this mean we’re going to have more?”
“All of them from here on out, sugarplum. I don’t want another one without you. I love you, Holiday.”
“I’m naïve, but that doesn't change the way I feel about you. I love you too. You came into town and accidentally stole my heart.”
“I believe you were saving it for me. How about you call your friends and have them stop by here and we can make some turkey sandwiches for lunch, so you can keep your Christmas traditions. I’m sure they’re all worried about you.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I have to call the chief and see if he has any more information and when we can enter the house again.”
“Oh, goodness. I don’t have any clothes.”
“Can your friend bring some over? Until then, you look pretty sexy in mine,” I growl.
Her phone rings. “I guess I don’t need to call them.”
I reach for her phone and hand it over. “It’s Bethany,” I whisper, handing it over.
“Hey, girl,” she shouts. “Please tell me you’re okay. I didn’t hear about the damn fire until I got up this morning. Why didn’t you call me?”
“I’m good. My house isn’t, but I’m next door. I was just going to call you and Glen. I don’t have any clothes.”
“I’ll be right over, girl. You know the stores are closed, but I got some of your things here and I got some stuff that should fit. I don’t have any shoes, though. You have smaller feet.”
“That’s okay. I won’t go out until tomorrow I guess.”
My doorbell rings, and I head over to see who it is with the fireplace poker. For all I know, it could be that asshole stalker. “It’s the police and the fire chief.” I open the door.