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)
“Fine, but Holiday didn’t say you proposed.”
“Because he didn’t,” Holiday says from the doorway.
“Please tell me you have clothes on.” I turn around, and she’s in a cute outfit with a puffy blue coat. I take the last two steps and slip my arms around her and plant a kiss on her lips before saying, “Merry Christmas, sugarplum. Let me introduce you to my lousy assistant and her asshole husband. They used to be my friends, but since they ruined my surprise…”
“Hey, I was an asshole before I ruined your surprise,” Brett says, sounding offended.
“Well, it wasn’t a surprise since you said you wanted to spend all our Christmases together.”
“I suppose it’s not.” I kiss her temple and then turn to my unexpected but very welcome guests despite my bullshit. “Well, do you want to come in? We’re having an impromptu gathering. There’s not much to eat.”
“Actually, Glen, Sheila, and Beth brought food over.”
“Wow, I guess they’re cool.”
“Oh, my goodness—that’s so terrible that happened to someone’s house right before Christmas.”
“It’s mine,” Holiday answers with a sheepish frown. “It’s a long story.”
“Well, we haven’t met officially, but I’m Sarah, like the sister James never wanted. Come on and introduce me to everyone.” She hugs Holiday’s shoulders and heads inside.
We all go into the house and celebrate until two o’clock when everyone has to leave, and then it’s just Holiday and me. “I love you, James. You made today fabulous.”
“Hardly—our friends did that.”
“You still are pretty wonderful.”
“Thank you, my future wife. Now, let us celebrate by getting you naked, worshipped, and then into bed because you head back to work in the morning and so am I.”
“You’re right. Are you always going to take care of me?” she asks, patting her hand on my chest.
“I’m willing to try.” I pat her ass and then flip her into my arms and carry her into the bedroom. “First thing on my agenda is to eat that sweet pussy of yours until you’re screaming my name.”
“That’s the kind of care I could get used to.” I kiss her soft lips and then lay her down onto the bed, pinning her body between the mattress and myself. Hovering over her, I stare into her trusting eyes. Sliding down her supple frame to lift the edge of her top up, I rub my face over her flat tummy. She giggles when my stubble tickles her soft skin.
I swipe my tongue around her belly button and blow on her wet skin. She giggles softly again, pushing my head away. “James.” I take her scolding with pride and move down, gripping the edge of her cute pink sweatpants. She has to go commando until the laundry’s done, but I’m not one to complain. Her sweet treat is completely at my disposal. She helps me tug them off, one leg and then the other, losing them on the floor before moving back into position nestled between her thighs.
Greedy with the need to please, I toss her legs over my shoulders and place my fingertips on her mound while my thumbs and pointer fingers part her little cunt open. So sweet and delicious, just like her cookies. It’s like she bathes her cookie in vanilla cream. I can’t get enough of her, and I push my finger into her wetness while I tongue the fuck out of her. She rocks her hips, rolling them side to side on the bed, clinging to the sheets.
“Oh, oh.” Her whimpers turn into moans and then into a crescendo of cries. Her body shakes and pulses around my tongue, coming so intensely that she freezes, clenching her slender thighs. “James, make love to me.”
“Baby, aren’t you sore?”
“No, I need you inside me. I need to feel your strength.”
“For you? Anything.” Kissing her thighs, I set her legs down on the mattress to give her a little break, and then I stand to strip out of my clothes. She smiles and stares with hazy, satisfied eyes as I pull my shirt over my head.
Lifting up onto her elbow to get a better view, she raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Enjoying the show?”
“Yes, I am. You are one handsome man.”
“That’s my little pervert. Come here and touch what you really want.” A sexy moan comes from her as she lifts up onto all fours and moves toward the edge of the bed. Fuck, my dick throbs as I undo my zipper and lower my pants. Holiday’s little pink tongue peeks from between her lovely lips.
“So sexy, Mr. Snow.”
“What do you want, Ms. Belle?”
“Can I…”
“Can you what, sugarplum? Do you want to touch it?” She nods her pretty little head, curls bouncing. “Go ahead.”
She reaches out a tentative hand, gripping my thick length, feeling the girth before stroking it slowly. Her tongue slides across her lips back and forth, tempting me. “Sweetheart, your tongue would be much better on me.”