Only Christmas Read Online Lucy Darling

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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
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“I don’t let anyone get too close to me. I also never had the time or desire to date,” I answer honestly. Dating and men have never been on my radar. Plus, I saw my mother date, and I wanted no part of that.

“Are you always such a good girl?”

“No.” I start to move my hand back and forth. Hunter’s eyes fall closed. I apply some pressure going off what I’ve read in some romance novels. It’s all the information I really have. “Remember, you caught me sleeping in your bed when I was still on the clock.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, his eyes popping back open. He releases his death hold on the side of the sink counter and works his slacks down, freeing his cock. “No, that wasn’t naughty at all. My girl should always be in my bed. Now, jacking me off in the bathroom with people on the other side of the door is very naughty.”

“Sorry,” I lie, my eyes trained on his cock now. A drop of cum leaks from the head as I keep working his cock. “Let me suck you.” I lick my lips.

“No,” he snaps out. I jerk my head back up to gaze at him. “You’re not getting on your knees in a bathroom. But you are going to show me your pussy and lean back,” he orders. My body moves on its own accord, doing exactly as he commands. I lean back against the mirror and spread my legs wider for him.

Hunter pushes my skirt up more. His cock is so close to my sex. Only my panties separate us, a giant wet spot visible on them. My clit throbs. “You’re soaked,” he groans, reaching for my panties. His fingers slip in through the side, grazing my clit. I fight a moan, trying not to be loud. He gives a hard tug, ripping them right from my body. Cool air hits my clit.

“Hunter!”

“Angel.” His hand comes down over my mouth. “You’re getting loud, and that’s very naughty of you.”

He keeps his hand against my mouth while his other wraps around the hand I have on his cock. He begins guiding me to stroke him harder, our hands moving in sync with one another.

“Your hand is so soft. Your pussy is going to kill me. I’ll never last.” He starts to pump his hips, the head of his cock brushing back and forth on my clit now. I whimper against his hand. I’m not supposed to get off right now, but there is no stopping it.

Especially when he groans my name and starts to come himself. I’m done for. I orgasm with him as his semen sprays across my sex and thighs. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Hunter keeps pumping our hands together, wringing his orgasm out and causing more cum to spray onto me.

He drops his hand from my mouth only to replace it with his lips. He releases my hand as well, his fingers going to my clit. I moan into his mouth, my body jerking. I almost plead with him that I can’t take another orgasm, but his fingers quickly leave my clit, traveling down and thrusting inside of me. He pumps them in and out of me a few times before pulling them out and running them across my sex. It’s not long before he’s thrusting them back inside of me. He does this a few more times, all while kissing me.

“You’re not going to clean up. You’re going to walk around all night with my mark on you. Got it?” I nod my head. “Good girl,” he praises, and I love it.

Still, I wonder what it would be like to be his naughty girl too.

15

Hunter

“A Coke and a whiskey neat,” I say to the bartender.

“Got you.” She winks at me from behind the bar my mom has sat up in the library. The whole house or the parts I’ve seen so far have all been done up for Christmas.

Each room has its own theme. It gives people a lot of room to mingle, which is why this is the first time I’ve seen this bartender. I hadn’t been in this room yet tonight. I kept my angel tucked away for as long as I could. But I knew I couldn’t hide out with her in the bathroom forever. Unfortunately.

“I’m married. Keep your wink to yourself,” I tell her as she pours my drink. She laughs at my comment.

“Oh, I know you’re married. The other women here are rather pissed about it, from what I’ve overheard all night.” She pushes the drink toward me. I lift it and shoot it back. “She’s more my type than you are,” she adds.

I cough, almost choking on my drink. She laughs as she pops the top of a can of Coke before pouring it into a tall glass for me with ice.



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