Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
I hope I haven’t scared you away by admitting that I was falling head over heels in love with you. I still think it’s ridiculous to love somebody I hardly know, but there’s no doubt about it. It’s there and as real as it could ever be.
Today is the twentieth of December. There’s only a handful of days until I get to see you, and—ahhh shit. I got all emotional, and now I’m tearing up.
Just hurry, okay? Not getting to see you, feel you, taste you, or have you has almost broken me. I really don’t know how I’m supposed to handle it next year.
Truly yours,
Future Mrs. Claus (in my dreams)
Shit. That was too much, wasn’t it? But I wrote it in pen, and I really don’t want to start over. Just pretend it isn’t there. I’ll sign off again.
Always,
Your Favorite Little Cream Pie
8
NICK
Reading over the words of Mila’s final letter, I let out a heavy sigh. I’ve had one hell of a rough year being away from her, but from the sound of it, her year has been complete hell, and despite the cheery words and the comical way she addresses each letter, I sense the pain within her.
She’s struggling, and I fucking hate that I can’t fix it. She’s lonely and miserable, and I’m the one person she needs to take that ache away, but I’m the only fucking person on this godforsaken earth who can’t be with her.
Fuck. I’d give anything to keep her. To take her away from that bullshit apartment in New York and have her as my own for the rest of time. But how can I just tear her away from her life? Don’t get me wrong, I’ve more than thought about it, especially come October when she wished to be with me all the time.
The sinister thoughts pounding through my mind are enough to see me jailed. She doesn’t truly mean it. She doesn’t understand what she’s asking for. Like in September when she wished for me to claim her sweet ass. Again, I’ll do it without a moment of hesitation, but I really don’t think she fully understands what she’s getting herself into.
Putting her letter down on top of the other eleven, I lean back in my chair and prop my boots up on the expensive mahogany desk, grateful that I don’t have to wait much longer before finally getting to be with her.
Tonight is Christmas Eve, and it’s only a few short hours before I take off with Tucker leading my sleigh. We’ll get the whole gift-giving part of the night over and done with, and before I know it, I’ll be sneaking through Mila’s living room window and ticking off every last box.
The thought has my attention shifting to the new printout of Mila’s wishes, and my lips pull into a smirk. I had to collate them all, taking out just the wishes within each letter. And fuck, we’re up for a big night. I hope she’s both mentally and physically prepared.
January - To be fucked up against the living room wall the second I see her. Slam into her. (A quickie to get it out of our systems.)
February - Head over to the kitchen counter and give the walls something to talk about! (More specifically, fuck her with my tongue.) Spread her creamy thighs and go to town with my mouth. Show her how fucking great it can be.
March - Make her come so hard that her whole world implodes. She wants to feel the whole world shake beneath her, but even I have limits on what my magic can do.
April - Make her feel something. Can be creative with this. And no, she doesn’t mean with my cock. She wants her heart to come alive.
May - A perfect mold of my veiny dick, preferably in bright Christmas red. Don’t forget the veins! Batteries not included.
June - Let her ride me until I fall apart. I have no choice but to lay back and take it. Floor, couch, or rooftop beside the reindeer. (Preferably not the rooftop. Tucker’s a horny little reindeer. I don’t need him bricking up while watching my girl fuck me.)
July - Get to know me better. Open up. Let her know the man that I am. Let her understand me and feel the person she’s been waiting for isn’t going to break her heart.
August - Bend her over and take her from behind, hand in her hair, and don’t dare hold back. Be rough with her. Then let her ride the replica cock while I fuck her mouth.
September - Claim that sweet ass if she’s up for it. Take it slow. She’s new at this.
October - Be with me forever. Going to need clarification on this one.
October - Surprise her. Give her something she’s not expecting. One pearl necklace coming right up.