His Christmas Vixen Read Online C.C. Monroe

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Novella, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
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We make it inside, and I turn, just as he meets me, and we collide. Breaths heaving, our chests rising and falling against each other, I realize the impact our love has. The relationship we have built and what kind of power it holds. He’s truly my lover, best friend, keeper of my secrets, and protector. I’ve never trusted someone the way I do him. Ironic, given the rocky start we had, compared to where we are now. Those moments were fleeting and led to a beautiful life together.

“I have some plans for tonight. I will give you soft tomorrow, but tonight…? Tonight, is for rough.”

“Even your rough is love. I’ll take whatever you have. Try me, Theo.”

“It never gets old.”

“Me trusting you?”

“That and you giving me control. Because you know what I’m capable of making you feel.”

“Sex addict,” I remark.

“No, Hanna addict.”

“Look at you being all cheesy before you fuck me like you have no respect or kind bone in your body.”

“You get to have the best of both sides of me, baby. Lie on the bed.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Mmm. All fours.”

Strutting to the bed, making sure all my curves move like calming waves, I can feel as he watches me.

“You’re distracting me.”

“You’re a man. You can handle yourself. Get back to work then, Theo.” That gets me a slap on the ass.

“You’re going to really regret the sass, puppet.”

“I welcome it. I like that it adds a little extra edge to you.”

“Consider me edged then.”

I don’t miss his play on words. “Don’t edge me, Sir. I will be good. I promise.”

“I’m too impatient to edge you. Another night.”

“Good.”

Getting on all fours, I press my palms flat against the silkiness of the sheets. The bed is still a tousled mess from our earlier session. I pay close attention to all the sensations I’m feeling. The silk on my knees and hands. The warm yet somehow chilling air drifting across my back and the sounds I hear behind me. Theo unzips one of our suitcases, and I fight with all I have to not look back at him, wanting to be surprised by whatever he has planned for me.

“This will tingle a little, and you have to hold still.”

“W-What is it?” I stutter.

“You will see. Let’s just say it will add a little bit of sweetness to the night.” That’s when I feel it, something thin and long dragging from between my shoulders, down my spine, around the curve of my ass, traveling down one leg then back up the other. I try to place what it is, but I have no clue. That is… until I smell mint.

“Is that a candy cane?” I ask.

“Smart woman. It is, and it’s going to make this so damn delicious.”

“Are you going to put that— Oh fuck!” The invasion isn’t because it hurts or it’s thick, but more so from the tingle it brings and the knowledge he just slid a candy cane into my pussy.

“That’s it, my good girl. Soak it for me,” he praises, and the tingling feels oddly better than I would have guessed. I assumed it would burn. Nope. Not even the slightest.

“Squeeze down on it for me, baby, while I get the next toy ready.” I do as he says, and he gives me an audible groan of approval, watching the candy cane between my legs.

Next, I hear the cap from something pop open and the sound of liquid squeezing out. Lube? What does he need lube for?

My ass.

I clench harder, knowing he’s going to fuck me there. We do it on rare occasions, but it’s become a fond kink of mine. I wait and listen… or wait for some form of touch. The candy cane is eased from me, and I feel Theo move around the bed until he’s beside me.

“Candy canes and your sweet pussy juice. That’s a taste for the gods.” He licks and sucks on the candy that was just nestled between my legs.

“Can I try it?”

“Dirty slut. You like your own taste?” I nod. “Good. You should. It’s a fucking delicacy.” He brings the candy cane to my lips, and I’m delighted when it doesn’t just taste like me and candy but him too. My eyes roll back, and I moan. He slowly drags it in and out of my mouth, just like I’m sure he plans to do with his cock, and I make sure to put on a show for him.

“Keep sucking. I’m going to put this in. How festive, baby.” He moves his other hand up to my line of vision, and I see the glass butt plug, but this one… this one has tinsel on the end, the traditional Christmas colors—red, green, and gold. The dim lights from the nightstand make it stand out. The shimmer reminds me of Christmas lights. I softly hum out a laugh at his comment, my mouth still working the delicious candy cane.



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