Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
But I couldn’t deny the way my body had come to life with one look at her—something that hadn’t happened in a long, long time…and never like this.
Then she’d spoken, and despite her attempt to be poised and serious, I’d seen a silly side peeking out. Especially when she admitted to being so obsessed with hot chocolate, not something you often found in an adult.
Our kids would love sharing pots of hot chocolate with her on cold winter nights—holy fucking shit, Granger! Have you lost your damn mind?
I must have...except the crazy thoughts didn’t scare me or make me want to run away at the first chance. No. Not even close.
It made me want to bury my big cock inside her hot pussy and fill her with so much come we’d be spending next Christmas with a little Bethenny in our arms. However, waking up a woman I just met with my mouth on or my dick in her pussy—though I desperately wanted to—would probably end with me in prison, likely missing one or both testicles.
Bethenny sighed softly and moved in her sleep, draping her body even more over mine and resting her knee right over my rock-hard cock while the heat of her pussy pressed against my thigh. I held in a groan but wasn’t able to curb the tightening of my hand in her hair.
She shocked the shit out of me when she moaned and started rocking her hips across my leg, using me to get herself off in her sleep.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Just stay still. Let her finish. Don’t touch. Then she moaned again. “Lincoln.”
Yeah, there was no holding me back anymore. I grabbed her hips with both hands and shifted her to lay directly on top of me with my cock nestled in the apex of her thighs. Then I palmed her ass and groaned because her pajama pants were so thin, I could tell she didn’t have underwear on.
I had just enough control not to slip my fingers into her pussy. Instead, I used my hands on the firm globes to rock her against the extra-large bulge in my jeans.
Bethenny’s head lifted, and her eyes fluttered for a second, then the sleepy haze seemed to dissipate, and she froze as she realized what was happening. But the raw need in her brown pools kept me from stopping. With one hand still jerking her against my cock, I tangled the other in her chestnut locks again and brought her head down so I could capture her perfect, plump lips with mine.
When I ran my tongue along the seam of her mouth, she melted into me and opened immediately. I groaned at the taste of chocolate and some other sweetness that I was positive was hers alone.
I kissed her long and deep as we moved against each other, searching for relief. It wasn’t long before she ripped her mouth away, tossed back her head, and cried my name as she shattered. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen, and I had a feeling the only thing that would top it would be watching her come on my cock.
The heat of her center intensified as she came, her arousal soaking my jeans right through her pajama pants. Not that it mattered because I lost it a second later and made my own fucking mess of my pants.
I couldn’t believe how hard I came just from a little dry humping. My first thought was that it was because it had been so long since I’d had an orgasm—I hadn’t cared enough to take care of myself for years—but the truth quickly shoved that theory away. Like my excellent night’s sleep, this was another thing that was all because of the sexy, sweet woman currently collapsed on my chest trying to catch her breath.
“Merry Christmas,” I muttered to myself. I sent off a mental note to Santa, letting him know Bethenny was the only thing I wanted for Christmas. Hopefully, the day of wasn’t too late to request a present.
“Oh, my gosh,” she whispered as she buried her face in my shirt. “I can’t believe I just did that. I’m so sorry!”
Wait...what? “Sorry?” I echoed in confusion.
She raised her head, and her cheeks were flaming red as she met my eyes, then looked away. “You must feel so used. I mean, you woke up to some clearly depraved woman you just met using you to...um…”
“Get off?” I offered, swallowing a chuckle at how her whole face blushed crimson.
“Um...yes.” She tried to move, but I kept her still with my hand on her ass and my other still wrapped in her hair.
“Let’s get something straight right now, little one. Watching you find your pleasure with me, whether from rubbing your pussy on me or from my fat cock buried deep inside you, was and will always be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”