Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Wow. Calm down.
I grunted and slipped out of her, giving my cock a break before I came all in her.
She whined in protest. “Come back.”
Sweat beaded on my forehead. “My little demanding fiancé.”
“I hope you know that you are now my sex slave.”
“Any time, any place, Zuri.” Chuckling, I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, driving my cock back in with one hard push.
“Oh!”
Waves of hot pleasure zipped through me.
I felt like I was being transported to another planet, and the harder I pounded, the louder her moans became.
Our bodies moved in perfect harmony.
“Oh!” Her wet core hugged my cock so hard I almost came.
Goddamn it. Get control of yourself.
Still keeping a steady pace, I increased the intensity of my thrusts and let go of any restraint.
“Oh, Dante!” She screamed.
“You know what's going to happen this Christmas?”
“Oh!”
“I'm going to make you cum every possible way.”
“Oh!”
“And you're going to scream my name the whole time.” I tightened my hold on her locs and dove deeper inside of her. “Say my fucking name now.”
“Dante.”
“What?”
“Dante!”
“There we go, baby.”
Her hips rolled up to meet each thrust.
“So fucking beautiful.” I moved my free hand to her clit and massaged that wet bud. “Are you going to cum one more time for me?”
“Yes!”
I slowed down my thrusts, slipping my cock almost all the way out and then inch by inch, sliding it back in.
“Oh. Do that more.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Say please.”
“Please.”
“I can't hear you.”
Desperate, she whimpered, “Please!”
I pinched her clit.
“Oh!”
And then I did just as she begged.
Soon, her third orgasm took over her body, and that wet pussy contracted around my cock.
“Oh! Oh, God! Dante!”
“There you go.” I groaned. “Cum all over me.”
Zuri's arousal spilled out of that pussy like a fountain. She was always so fucking sopping wet. Even after five years this very fact did not change.
That's my pussy.
I slowly thrust, letting her body tenderly ride every bit of that orgasm.
Yeah.
I grinned.
We showed her.
I gazed down at those dripping folds.
Why is this pussy so pretty?
I relished in watching my cock slip in and out.
Her body went weak, and she slowly lowered, getting absolutely lazy due to cumming so hard and so much.
I chuckled. “Some things never change.”
Shivering, she mumbled, “So good.”
I lowered and adjusted to the new angle, spearing that pussy with every inch of this big cock. “You think you're done?”
“Oh.” Her body spasmed a little.
“Not yet.” I yearned to go on forever, but the hot, erotic pleasure was so intense that I had to let go too.
Damn you.
With a loud grunt, I yanked my cock out of her and stroked the tip hard and fast. “Shake that delicious ass.”
She gazed over me with those lusty eyes and wiggled those fat cheeks.
“Fuck.” Ecstasy hit me, just from the damn sight.
An intense orgasm crashed into my body and I began spraying hot cum all over her back and ass cheeks in thick streams. White liquid dripped along that sexy brown flesh.
Perfect.
Then out of no-fucking-where, the soft melody of a song trickled into the bedroom.
Huh?
The tune was an oddly cheerful and whimsical song.
Who the fuck is in here?
Fast, I let go of my cock and jumped off the bed, rushing to my trench coat to get my guns.
Zuri laughed. “Calm down.”
The song rose, and a childlike voice came on. “Cherries so bright, under the sun's light.”
“What the hell is that?”
“Dancing with glee, by the cherry tree.”
I frowned.
Oh.
“Your little princess is up and has gotten into the presents.” Zuri's face was flushed. Those dreadlocks were all over the place again.
Yawning, she tried to get up.
“No. No. Stay there. Let me get you a towel.”
Next, cute giggling sounded from the living room, confirming it was my baby girl. “Foxie Cherry!”
After washing my hands and face, I got my baby a warm, wet wash cloth. Then, I ordered her to remain there. She looked beyond exhausted.
The song played over again from the living room.
Shaking my head, I put on my pants.
Zuri's eyes fluttered close. “Hold on. . .I'm coming. . .to. . .put her back. . .in bed.”
“Go to sleep, baby.”
“But. . .” she yawned again. “Tell her that. . .she is not supposed to be. . .opening presents.”
“I've got it.”
Then, piercing the air, came an excited scream from the living room. “Mommy! Mommy!”
My little bad princess.
I checked my watch.
It's almost 4:00am. Why is she up? You are quite a job, Carmen.
I chuckled to myself and then a sad thought hit me.
Zuri has had to do this all by herself? Goddamn it. How did she do it?
Sighing, I slipped out of the bedroom.
The soft sound of Zuri's snoring lingered.
The song played again. “Cherries so bright, under the sun's light.”
Smirking, I approached the living room, and the sight that greeted me halted my steps.
There was Carmen, my little girl, sitting by the Christmas tree, her small arms hugged the doll. For the first time, I actually got a look at this damned toy that has been causing so much fuss this season.