Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 122216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
“I’ve got you, angel,” he says as his mouth comes down on to mine. I taste myself on his lips. I wrap my legs around him as I cling to him, believing his words, and I let go. The orgasm takes me, blasting through me and erasing everything that came before. Brendan groans my name as he pulls his mouth from mine. My whole body shakes with pleasure as my eyes remain closed. It’s almost too much to take. Brendan jerks over me, his warm release flooding me. The feeling of it deep inside me has me letting out a small happy moan. He rolls, taking me with him. My body lies spread out on top of his with my head resting on his chest. We lie in silence for a few moments as each of us catch our breath. His hard cock is still inside me, ready to take me again. I let myself enjoy the moment. I don’t want to move and lose the connection.
“I thought men—” I wiggle. “Go soft after they. You know.”
“Come?” He laughs under me, making my whole body shake. “I don’t think my cock will be going down anytime soon. We’ve been waiting years for this.”
I sit up, letting out a small gasp as his cock sinks deeper inside me. Brendan grabs my hips to keep me in place. I stupidly forget that I’m naked for a second. I start to lift my hands to hide my breasts but stop when I see the look on Brendan’s face. There’s lust in his eyes. He finds me sexy. I drop my hands down to rest on his stomach. I knew Brendan was in shape, I just didn't know how good of shape until I saw him without a shirt on. The man is built. I knew he had muscles, but his abs are solid.
“You waited all this time for me?” I bite my lip. It’s not like I saw women coming and going from his house across the street, but I didn’t assume he was a saint.
“I don’t settle for less than what I want, angel. I’m a very driven and patient man.”
“You don’t say?” I tease. This is the same man who was having a Christmas competition with me every year just to get my attention. He didn’t even care about Christmas decorations, yet he’d gone out of his way to try to beat me. Of course he’d failed year after year, but it doesn’t matter because it wasn’t a competition.
“For you, I’d wait forever.” He thrusts up. “Lucky you’re not going to make me wait anymore.”
My fingers dig into his chest as he moves my hips for me, showing me what to do. Soon I’m taking over, and my hips find their own rhythm. His hand slips between my thighs, his fingers finding my clit.
“Oh, God.” My head drops back as I ride him.
“Brendan,” he corrects. “Say my name, angel.”
“Satan Claus.”
His free hand smacks the side of my ass. I cry out his name as my body goes off once again. I clench around him, coming hard. He grunts out my name with both his hands going to my hips to jerk me a few more times. My entire body goes limp as his release spills inside of me again. I fall back onto his chest; not sure I’ll ever be able to move again.
His hands run up and down my back, gently stroking me. I sigh, nuzzling into his neck while breathing him in.
“Don’t leave me,” I whisper against him. I don’t think I could ever go without him. Worry sets in as my mind comes down from its sexual haze. What if he gets tired of my weird quirks? Maybe he’ll think my social anxiety is too much to deal with or my clinging will get overbearing. Because let me tell you, now that we’ve had sex, and I know what I’ve been missing, I’m about to get a whole lot worse with my clinging.
“I’ll always pick you first.” He turns his head to kiss the top of mine.
I let my eyes fall closed as I lie on him, feeling the happiest I’ve ever felt in my life. When I open them again, I jerk to a sitting position and realize I’m on the sofa alone. The blanket that was on me falls away. The house is completely dark except for the fire burning in the fireplace. Mrs. Claws pokes her head out from her Christmas house to see what’s going on.
“Where did he go?” I ask, but she only goes back inside her house. I go in search of clothes so that I can look around for Brendan. I call out his name, but he doesn’t answer. When I make it to the front door, I peek out the window to see that everything is covered in snow. The only light is coming from the moon high in the sky. All the lights are out in my house and on the street. We must have lost power. But where did Brendan go? He must have gone home. Why would he do that? Why would he leave me after we shared such an intimate experience together? I try to remain calm and not think the worst.