Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Zane’s eyes bounce between mine as he replies, “Because I need to be sure.”
“Sure of…?”
A touch of shyness in his hooded gaze sends me wild with desire. A man who looks like him should never feel shy. He’s perfect. Beautiful. Everything Peter will never be.
“I need to be sure…”—I could crush his baubles for the delay, and the odds double when he finalizes his reply—“that the big man in the red suit isn’t watching. I might get performance anxiety.”
He stops laughing when I push him onto the couch and straddle his lap. “Don’t steal all of Santa’s joy.” After swiping my tongue across his delicious mouth, I murmur, “He only gets to come once a year, so the least you could do is let him watch the other three hundred and sixty-four days.”
8
ZANE
Fuck me.
This is better than heaven.
Kelsey’s curves, which are highlighted by the lights the tree is meant to be holding, and her flushed cheeks and wide eyes are the best presents I could have ever asked for, not to mention that the night is young and free of any cock-shrinking jingles.
Kelsey’s shirt and bra were disposed of almost thirty minutes ago—tit-fucking requires a bare chest—but her skirt and panties have yet to be removed.
My cock bobs like I didn’t find release with Kelsey’s mouth only minutes ago as I make fast work of the flimsy material covering her lacy panties.
I take my time with the scrap of fabric hiding the ultimate gift, though.
After toying with the bow at the top of her panties, I slowly drag the back of my hand down the delicate lines of her pussy. My pulse thuds wildly in my ears when she arches her back and moans from my meekest touch, but this time, I don’t have to stop since we’re not playing out my wildest Christmas fantasy in public.
I didn’t want to place her on Santa’s naughty list in the horse-drawn carriage. I just have a hard time keeping my hands to myself when Kelsey is nearby. I can’t get enough. Even when she’s telling me something as dull as all the different varieties of Christmas trees available at this time of the year, I can’t help but be in awe of her.
She truly fascinates me, and I’d be a liar if I said the admittance of that doesn’t scare the shit out of me. I’ve never been like this with anyone else. Watching my mother fall in and out of love made me a cynic about anything remotely romantic, but I feel different with Kelsey.
I want to see her eyes gloss over with excitement, and catch the sneaky glances she tosses me when she thinks I’m not looking.
I also want to be the reason she learns that she deserves better—but will she then realize she deserves better than me too?
Kelsey’s husky murmur of my name tells me everything I need to know. Whether I’m in her life for one night or a hundred, I shouldn’t waste a single second wondering about the what-ifs.
After the quickest backhanded slap on Kelsey’s clit, the heat on her neck is as bright as the flashing bulbs keeping her tethered to the ground.
Her flushed appearance makes me want to lose control and rush something too perfect to flaw, but her confidence and down-to-earth nature remind me that people’s deficits are rarely their bad points. It is usually the acknowledgment of their imperfections that makes them flawless.
“Do you have any idea how hard it was to walk away from you last night?” I ask while sliding my finger over the needy rise of her clit. “It was torture. Pure hell. I almost caved.”
Kelsey lifts her hips from the ground, seeking firmer contact. “You did?”
“Uh-huh.” I roll her clit through her panties. “I got as far as your bedroom door.” Her excitement dampens the scant piece of material now clinging to her pussy. “Then Santa bellowed, and I veered for the bathroom instead.” Before she can laugh about my newfound fear, I ask, “Could you taste your body wash on my cock? Taste how badly I wanted to replace my hand with yours?”
She moans like I did when she licked up the droplet of pre-cum on the tip of my cock. I was tit-fucking the best pair of breasts I’ve ever seen and having the crown licked clean after every pump.
No wonder I’m struggling to keep a rational head.
I’m the luckiest prick around.
I can’t let Kelsey know that, though. Not if I want to continue sampling the magic. “That’s twice you’ve forced me to take care of business myself.” I swivel her clit faster. Bring her to the very edge. Then I stop. “Twice you’ve had me moaning your name while you’re not even in the room.”
“You said no,” she says with a husky pant. “Not me.”
“Not the first time, I didn’t.” Her eyes roll backward when I slip her panties to the side and slowly insert a finger inside her. She’s hot and slick. I almost come in my pants—if I were wearing any. “You ran while I was asleep.”