Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Of course once he gets the stamp of approval from Prancer the other three rush him and he falls over laughing. “Come on guys. Get off him.” Once he gets right, I introduce him to the rest. “This is Dancer, Dasher, and Vixen.”
And hopefully, he wants to be part of our family.
CHAPTER 10
NOAH
Besides the dogs, the first thing that I noticed is Christmas exploded everywhere in here. She already has a tree up, so I can’t help thinking that decorate my tree thing was code for something. Every surface is covered in Christmas decor and glitter. There is so much glitter. It’s like a stripper rolled around in here. I can’t help smiling.
I greet the dogs, who are just about the cutest dogs I’ver seen. Instantly, I know this is why left the other night. She couldn’t leave these babies alone all night. They have on Christmas themed bandanas, like they’ve just come back from the groomer.I’ve always liked dogs, but these dogs are seriously cool. She treats them like people and that’s adorable as hell. She casually mentioned that she doesn’t bring many men here, and I am irrationally relieved that she doesn’t.
Once the dogs calm down, she looks over at me and smiles. That fucking smile. It’s wrecks me.
“Would you like a drink? I know it’s early, but I have beer, wine, whiskey?”
“No, thank you, Jinny.”
“Okay,” she says, wringing her hands in front of her. “How about a tour?” Her condo is only slightly bigger than mine.
“Sure,” I say. “Lead the way.”
“Okay. This is the kitchen, living room, dinning room, home office space,” she says twirling around the room. The decor suits her. It’s currently Christmas themed, but something tells me it’s Christmas themed, year round. We walk down the hall. There are four doors. “Linen closet, she says pointing to the one closest to us. Bathroom.” She opens the door and shows me a small, but functional full bath. It doesn’t look like it’s ever been used. “Guest room.” This room is also decorated with Santa’s, elves, gnomes, and various other Christmas creatures. “And this is my room,” she says.
“It’s big.” One wall is dominated by a huge bed. A bed that I am dying to get her in.
“Excuse the mess. I wasn’t expecting company,” she says, picking up a pair of panties off of the floor and tossing them into the laundry hamper.
“And over here?”
“Bathroom,” she says sliding the door open. This one… is a mess. There are little ponytail holders scattered everywhere, make up and perfumes haphazardly strewn about the double sinked counter. “Like I said, I wasn’t expecting anyone,” she says closing the door. I chuckle and pull her into my arms.
“I like that you weren’t expecting me.”
“Yeah?”
Leaning down, I kiss her. She comes apart in my arms and moans. That moan is like a starter pistol. I break the kiss off and she groans.
“No. Why did you stop?” she asks, her lips a little swollen.
“Tell me you don’t want me, Jinny. Tell me to go home and never come back.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why not?” I ask, my fingertips touching her cheek.
“Because I want you. I want you to stay,” she says reaching for me, her hands gripping my t-shirt.
“When I fuck you again, you’re mine forever. No more running.”
“Okay,” she says, smiling at me. Fuck, that smile.
I kiss her again, before slowly stripping her down.
“You are so beautiful, Jinny.”
She doesn’t say anything, but I’ll deal with that later. My cock is aching to be inside of her again. I get naked faster than I ever have before and reach for her, touching her bare skin like she’s the most precious thing in the world. She is. She reaches out, her fingertips tracing the many tattoos on my chest and arms. You’d never know they were there when I’m dressed for work.
I walk her back toward the bed and when she falls on it, I climb on top of her. I want her so goddamn badly. I feel insane right now.
“Hurry, Noah.” My heart clutches, knowing that I am the first man to have her is humbling. It was humbling a few days ago and it still fucking is.
I run my hands over her, worshipping her. She moans and writhes under my hands, but when I reach her pussy, she stills. I dip a finger into her, finding her wet and ready for me. Pulling it out of her, I bring it to my mouth. She tastes like pure sin. Her eyes widen and I decide that I need from the source. Moving down, I run my tongue through her folds, greedign drinking her sticky honey. Her hands tighten in my hair and I am about to explode. I stop being so greedy and move back up her body. Looking down at her, I grip my cock and stroke it before sinking into slowly.