Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
My thumb keeps working her clit, and she throws her head back as she arches her back off the mattress, my balls tightening with every intense thrust.
“Oh, God. Don’t stop,” she cries out. “Please don’t stop.”
“I’ve got you,” I promise her, pushing her right to the edge and feeling the way her warm cunt squeezes around my cock. I push her harder, taking her deeper, and with each new thrust, she contracts tighter.
She sucks in a breath, and I lock my arm tighter around her waist, holding her so fucking close that I don’t know where her body begins and mine ends. I crush my lips to hers, desperate for a release, and then just as she lets out a loud, gasping groan, she detonates, coming hard on my cock.
I don’t stop, rolling my thumb over her clit as her climax continues to build, her walls wildly convulsing around me, bringing on an overwhelming wave of pure satisfaction crashing through me. My body locks up, and as I thrust forward, burying my cock deep inside her convulsing pussy, I come hard, shooting hot streams of cum deep inside of her.
Blair finally starts to relax, and her body goes limp, barely able to hold herself up. “Holy shit,” she pants, her heated gaze meeting mine as I hover over her, both of us unable to catch our breath. She gapes at me as though in shock. “We need to do that again. Like right fucking now.”
A wicked grin stretches across my lips, and I drop a swift kiss to her lips. “My thoughts exactly,” I tell her, tightening my grip around her waist and quickly rolling us until she’s straddled over me, my cock still buried deep inside of her. “But this time, I want to watch you as you ride me, and when you come, you better scream my name, or we’re going to do this all night, over and over and over again until you get it right.”
Blair arches a brow. “And if I never get it right?”
“Then I hope you got plenty of sleep last night because you’re gonna need the energy.”
19
BLAIR
The early morning sun skims through my bedroom window, and a soft smile spreads across my face as I reach out, feeling for Nick, only my smile falters, finding the other half of my bed as cold as the light dusting of snow building up on my windowsill.
No.
My heart shatters. I thought we were heading in the right direction. I thought we were going to work on this, but clearly I was fooled by everything that happened last night.
I thought we’d wake up together, that he’d yawn and pull me closer against his body just like he used to when we were younger. I thought we were going to be stronger than ever.
But he’s gone. Not even a goodbye or a note left on the pillow.
Was last night some form of revenge sex? Did he reel me back in just to be the one to walk away and tear me to shreds? No, I refuse to believe it. That can’t be it. I know Nick, he wouldn’t purposefully try to hurt me, not in a million years, not even if I chose to walk away. It’s not in his nature.
Maybe he’s just not ready to jump so far in the deep end, maybe he wants to take it slow. If that’s the case, I’ll grin and bear it because having him in my life in any way is better than nothing at all. I’ve gone six years without him, and now that I know how much of a fool I’ve been, I can’t ever go back. He’s stuck with me, and if he doesn’t like it, well tough shit. He can learn to deal with it. I’m not going anywhere.
I suppose we need to have a talk, one where we’re not so overcome with raging emotions that we end up in bed before the conversation is over. Though, there’s no denying that last night was incredible for so many different reasons.
The way he touched me. The way he dropped to his knees and made me come with his tongue.
Oh God.
Shivers sail down my spine, and suddenly this bed is way too hot.
Coming to Blushing, I knew I’d be waking up on Christmas morning alone. Hell, I’ve woken up alone for the past six Christmases, so why should this one be any different? But last night, when Nick decided to come home with me and hold me while I slept, I thought just this one time, it might have been different. He’s probably had to run home to spend Christmas morning with his family, something I really shouldn’t have any issues with, but there’s no denying the small ache in my chest, an ache filled with loneliness.
Not wanting to dwell on it, I get out of bed and trudge down the hallway, and with every step I take, I feel Nick between my thighs. After having a quick shower and getting dressed, I head into the kitchen, and as I start making a coffee, I quickly check in with Rena to wish her a merry Christmas.