Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
"A life?" I say, sitting up straight. He kneels before me and I wonder, what if this is more than crazy? What if this is crazy enough to be real?
9
NICHOLAS
"I know I'm coming on strong," I tell her, pulling her into my lap.
We're sitting by the fire and I take the can of whipped cream, shaking it nice and good, and then I spray perfect little dollops on her big round tits.
"Fuck, you look like a goddess," I tell her, and then I dip my mouth and pleasure myself on her tits. "I've always had a sweet tooth," I tell her. She laughs.
"You're insane," she says, "talking about love at first sight with the girl you just met."
I grin. "Maybe it's a sugar rush, maybe it's the snowstorm, maybe it's just meant to be."
Quinn, though, seems apprehensive, slightly scared.
"You're going to wake up tomorrow and the snow is going to melt and you're going to blink and realize that you've lost your goddamn mind and that you're in bed with a stranger."
I shake my head, "Not possible. By then, you're not going to be a stranger. By then, you're going to be so much more than that."
"What am I going to be?" she asks, reaching for the fudge, unscrewing the lid, shoving me down on the ground. I laugh, loving the way she looks. The whipped cream is still on her tits and she looks like a fucking mountain peak.
She tips the jar over ever so slightly right on my groin. My stiff, hard cock is now covered in chocolate sauce.
"You've made a delicious mess, and the thing is, Quinn, you were supposed to be the sundae, not me."
"I'm sorry," she says, "I couldn't help myself. And I didn't mean to," she says. "I just..." She licks her lips. "Well, that's a lie, I did mean to." She tosses her head back and laughs. "I've never done this, but I've always wanted to."
"You've always wanted to go down on a man you just met in an A-frame cabin in the middle of a blizzard?"
She laughs hard, her stomach shakes and she grabs it. "Oh my God, don't. My stomach is aching."
"Well, you can't get a stomachache before you've had all the sweets. That's like the opposite of how it's supposed to work."
"You're right," she says. She's gone red in the face she's laughing so hard. She has dimples in her cheeks and fuck, she's cute.
I love how unabashedly happy she is. How much she's able to let herself go and give into this moment. We're a mess. There's chocolate sauce and whipped cream. We're sticky and delicious. I look at her and I pull her to me and I kiss her hard. Now we’ve got sauce all over us both and I smack her cute butt again and then I squeeze it nice and good.
"No," she says, "you're distracting me with your kisses. I'm here to do something and I'm going to do it well."
"Yeah?" I ask. "And what's that?"
"I'm going to suck your cock until you come."
"You know what that means, right?"
"Yes," she says. "I realize I might be gagging considering how big you are."
I grin. "Don't gag," I say. "Go nice and slow. Just take a little bit at a time. I don't want you to hurt yourself."
She looks over her shoulder at me, smiling softly. I’m on my back and she's on her knees and she pulls her hair over her shoulder. She looks so innocent, so damn sweet. Her pussy is pink and so is her tongue, innocent, ripe, damn. Everything about her is so pure, so good. So damn good. I swear to God, I'm not going to ruin her. I'm going to make her understand how precious I find her, how precious and good and perfect I believe she is.
I don't smack her ass this time. Instead, I caress it as she begins to bob her head up and down, sucking me off. I close my eyes and I make a fucking Christmas wish that Quinn will be mine forever. Mine for goddamn good. I'm going to marry this girl, I know that for sure. I know that for certain.
That's what I'm going to do tomorrow on Christmas fucking Eve, I'm going to make this girl mine.
She doesn't know it yet, but it's going to happen.
Just got to get this snowstorm to stop so I can ask her granddad’s permission.
Damn, she feels so good as she sucks me off, up and down. Her fingers running over my balls, hot and heavy, tight.
She fondles them gently, her hand circling around my shaft, stroking me harder up and down. I'm pulsing under them. She's taking me as best she can, but she needs more and so do I.
"Oh God," she moans.
"What is it baby?"
"I'm so wet," she says.