Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
He’s pouring hot chocolate all over my marshmallow heart. “You did? You do? Blake, sweetness, I’m going mad without you.” And while my feelings for him might be soft and gooey, my dick is most definitely responding to my presence between his legs. It would hurt, but if he says he wants to be friends-with-benefits, I’ll probably agree to it anyway, because he could stab me a hundred times and I’ll still slide myself onto his blade if it only gets me closer to his lips.
Blake exhales, stroking my skin in desperate swipes. He’s still nervous. I can see it in the way he keeps swallowing, but in the end, he covers his eyes with his forearm and whines. “You’ll think it’s silly, because it’s been such a short time, but I’m thinking about you all the time. I think… I love you.”
With those three words, he lit up all the Christmas lights inside me. I pull away his arm to look into his eyes and smile. “It’s not silly. Sometimes you meet your person, and you know. Just like when I first saw you, so scared but so determined to live. So beautiful with your green eyes, dark curls, and sweet lips. You’re the only item on my letter to Santa,” I say and kiss him again, still not believing that he’s here.
Blake chuckles and throws his arms around my neck, nuzzling my face with his cute little nose. “You’re such a cheese sometimes.”
“And you love it.” I grin and slide my fingers under his sweater. His body is made to be worshiped. One of my hands goes up his spine, while the other delves into his jeans to squeeze his perfect ass.
I groan and press harder against him. The need to connect physically is overwhelming. Like I’m a beast in heat at the end of the season, and if I don’t rut now, I might die. He must be feeling the same thing, because as we kiss, he grabs the front of my jeans and unzips them before pushing his nimble fingers inside. His touch is like fire, and I rock against his hand as he watches me, eyes wide with focus.
“Yes…. and many more things.”
“Yeah? Did you dream about me breaking into your house? Just because I couldn’t stay away?” I murmur and pull away from his lips so I can slide my tongue along his neck. “You’re such a naughty boy deep down.” As I say that, I rock into his hand to show him how much it excites me, and he bends into a deep arch. His body stews under the warm clothes, but I want to sample him before getting to the main course. His skin tastes of salt, soap, and desire, and as I bite his shoulder, making him shudder, I feel like a beast about to sate all its needs.
“Yes… I’m sorry, but I can’t help myself. You’re so tall, and strong, dangerous, and when you look at me like this, I dream of you on top of me, your cock inside me,” Blake whimpers and unzips his own pants too, already pushing them down, as if he can’t wait to feel me on his bare skin.
“Keep the sweater on. I’m gonna fuck you in it. You know I made it, right? Makes me feel like you’re marked as mine when you wear it.” I grin to myself when I imagine him in nothing but that. It’s barely long enough to cover his ass.
But as he wiggles under me to slide his jeans all the way off, I notice he’s wearing colorful underwear, and I’m instantly filled with so much arousal I press harder into my boy’s hand. It’s a jockstrap. And not just any jockstrap but the kind he snickered at when I took him shopping in my store. The bright-green fabric featuring snowflakes and candy canes stretches over his hard cock, but when I squeeze one of Blake’s buttocks, lust shoots through my veins so fast and hard I get lightheaded.
“You like it?” Blake asks with a smug smile.
I press my head under his chin and take three deep breaths to steady myself. “Fuck… Blake… what are you doing to me? I want you to wear these all the time. I want to see the outline when you wear pajamas—No. I want you in only these and a T-shirt in bed so I can just touch you there whenever I feel like it.” I’m losing my mind with lust. I denied myself such thoughts about him for two weeks and now they’re all flooding back.
I pull away just to flip him over like a damn pancake, and I take a good long look at the pert ass framed by white straps. With a happy groan, I squeeze his buttocks then pull them apart.