Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I took the hint and wrapped my lips around one of the buds, sucking softly.
“Keep doing that,” she begged. “Exactly like that.”
I did as she instructed, making sure to maintain my moderate thrusting as well.
I could already feel her tightening around me.
Her pussy fluttered with each snap of my hips, my cock filling her so completely with each thrust that I bottomed out inside of her.
“Oh, right there. Exactly like that,” she pleaded.
I didn’t change a thing—even though my first inclination was to speed up my thrusts to mirror her urgency. I’d read that when a woman was close, you didn’t change anything you were doing, because if you did they’d lose the feeling they’d been chasing.
“Oh, god,” she breathed. “Right. There.”
I dropped my forehead to her chest and prayed I could hang on.
Already her pussy was quivering, pulsing stronger and stronger with each second that passed.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered. “Yes…”
She fell over the edge, and I thrust harder, faster.
She cried out, her hands fisting in my hair, and yanked.
I rode her through her orgasm, not stopping until I’d followed behind.
A grunt of release left my lips as I buried my face into her neck and came.
She wrapped her arms around my head, her legs tighter around my waist, and held on while I bucked, shook, and fell apart in her arms.
Breathing hard and laborious, I pulled back enough that I could look into her eyes.
“That was…”
“That was,” she agreed.
No other words had to be said.
They weren’t necessary.
I flipped us until she was on top, then allowed my limbs to fall exhausted beside me.
She giggled, pulling up until she could study my face before saying, “I’d ask you if it was good, but I don’t need to.”
She was right.
I was sure the look on my face conveyed that clearly enough.
“As much as I hate to say this, we should probably get dressed,” I grumbled. “I want to make a good impression on your daughter, and I don’t want to traumatize her this early in the game with my nakedness.”
“You checked on her?” she asked as she rolled off of me.
The bereft feeling that overtook me at the feel of her heat retreating was a lot more affecting than I wanted to admit.
She squeezed her thighs together and said, “I want to do that again.”
I chuckled and rolled off the bed, pulling the condom free of my cock as I did.
She watched in fascination as I walked to the bathroom naked and disappeared inside.
After disposing of the condom in some toilet paper in my bathroom trash can, I came back out and searched for my underwear and sweats.
She picked them up off the other side of the bed and tossed them to me.
As I slipped into my pants, she retrieved the t-shirt I’d been wearing earlier and slipped it on over her head.
I grinned at the possessive move.
“I’m decent,” she declared.
I let my eyes trail up and down the length of her before saying, “Pity.”
Chapter
Fifteen
Jingle all the way. No one likes to listen to a half ass jingler.
—Jeremiah to Bryson
JEREMIAH
“Hey,” I said to my sister. “You remember all those extra toys that we bought in case you ended up bringing Cammie’s friend with you today?”
Cammie’s friend was a little girl down the street from them. Their parents were supposed to be going out of town on a business trip, and it’d been possible that they would need Noel to watch her for about a week. But the snow coming had delayed their trip, and the little girl got to spend Christmas with her family after all.
Noel being Noel, she hadn’t wanted Cammie, her eldest, to be opening presents while that little girl had just stood by and watched. So she’d spent about two hundred bucks on some random things that were now just going to sit there.
“Yes,” she said. “They’re wrapped up under the tree right now. Why?”
“Do you think you can bring them all over?” I asked, then went into detail about what had happened over the last couple of days.
“That’s amazing,” she said. “And it’s really super incredible how you almost knew that you were going to be choosing those presents for Anleigh.”
“I know,” I said softly.
“Since, technically, you bought these presents, I don’t see why I can’t bring them over for her.” She paused. “What about a present for Merriam?”
I hadn’t thought that far ahead yet.
“I figured she would understand,” I admitted. “I’m making her pumpkin pie, though.”
“Eww.” Noel chuckled. “I have something that might work. And I’ll call Ginger and Chris. They always have extra gifts for their in-laws in case the out-of-country ones manage to come home.”
“Perfect,” I said. “Thanks, Noel.”
The door opened, and a billow of steam came out with Merriam as she entered the room, fully dressed in a comfortable-looking pair of leggings and one of my sweatshirts that looked woefully oversized on her.