Page 58 of Merry with Me

“Oh,” she says, closing her eyes and tilting her head back.

“Tell me what you want, Blake.”

“I want to come.” Her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink, but she holds my gaze, not backing down from asking for what she wants. What she needs.

I grip her hips, push back and bring her forward again. She catches on quickly. Her hands dig into my shoulders as she closes her eyes and uses me to take what she needs.

It’s the hottest fucking sight I’ve ever seen, and I know I will never forget this moment as long as I live.

“O-Ollie,” she pants.

“I’m right here,” I assure her. I sit up, so that we’re chest to chest, as she continues to ride my cock over my sweats. I curse the material between us, but tonight, this is what she needs. I don’t care about my own needs.

I slide my hand beneath her hair and grip her neck as I guide her lips to mine. The other rests in the middle of her back, holding her close to me. Her body stiffens, her movements becoming jerky, and then she’s calling out my name.

My. Name.

She buries her face in my neck as she rides the wave of her orgasm. When her body stills, she lifts her head. “That was… unexpected.”

“That was perfect.”

“I should—” She nods toward my crotch.

“You should go get cleaned up and come back to bed. I promised you a Christmas movie.”

“What about you?”

“Baby, if you think that wasn’t for me, you’re wrong.” I press a kiss on her forehead.

“I need to switch the laundry,” she blurts.

I chuckle. “You go clean up. I’ll switch the laundry.”

“You don’t have to—” she starts, but I kiss her to keep her from finishing.

“I want to.”

She nods and climbs off me. She stares at my hard cock that’s making itself known in my sweats.

“Don’t worry about me,” I assure her.

“Are you going to… handle that?”

“Yep.”

She nods as she stumbles off the bed and into the en suite bathroom. As soon as she’s gone, I’m on my feet and rushing out into the hallway. I slip into the half bath, flip the lock, peel down my sweats and boxer briefs, and fist my cock. Closing my eyes, I replay the last hour with her, and within minutes, I’m coming all over my hand and chest. I quickly clean up and go in search of the laundry room off the kitchen to swap her laundry.

By the time I make it back to her room, she’s snuggled under the covers, clearly ready for sleep rather than a movie. “All done,” I tell her. Her eyes dart to my cock, and I laugh. “That too.” I wink at her before turning off the light and moving toward the bed. I climb in next to her and pull her into my arms. The TV is off, so the room is dark.

“You don’t have to stay.”

I can hear it in her tone of voice that she wants me to stay. She thinks I feel obligated, when it would take this house being on fire for me to leave this bed tonight, and even then she’s coming with me.

“I want to be here.” I kiss the top of her head.

“My uncle Brooks texted me.”

“Oh yeah?”

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