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I grab my girl’s ass too hard and let out a deep carnal roar as I cum inside her, filling her womb with my hot cum.

Her little pussy erupts at the same time. She shakes violently as she cums all over my big dick.

I’m glad we waited until we had the house to ourselves. We definitely would have woken everyone up with that performance.

Hell, we might have woken up half the street.

I thrust in slowly a few more times, but I’m suddenly exhausted and I’m breathing hard. My cock slips out of her wet cunt and I collapse onto the bed beside her.

She drops a lazy arm on my back with a groan, her eyes closed, looking half dead.

I struggle to keep my eyes open as I lay on the pillow. I just want to look at her for as long as I can.

I want to remember this moment forever.

The moment this angel truly became mine.

The best moment of my life.

CHAPTER NINE

Jemma

It’s snowing when I wake up with Quinn’s big arms around me. I’m filled with a sense of awe and gratitude at all of the unlikely events that have led me to this moment. Meeting Quinn in the store… Taking a chance and coming to Vermont… Everything working out so perfectly…

It’s a true Christmas miracle. I’ve never experienced anything like it.

I have tears of happiness in my eyes when Quinn wakes up, groaning and stretching, but still not wanting to let me go. His hair is all messy, which is absolutely adorable. I smooth it to the side, but it flicks right back up.

“Happy Christmas Eve,” he says as he kisses my shoulder. We’re still both naked from last night and our limbs are all entwined under the soft sheets.

We look out the large window, admiring the beautiful sight of all those snowflakes drifting down.

My mind quickly moves on from the stunning Vermont scenery to the hot hulking man in my arms.

“Are your parents and sister early risers?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

“They’re probably all hungover in bed right now. Or, on the bathroom floor more likely.”

“Areyouan early riser?”

He looks me up and down with a growl and then lifts the bed sheets, showing me his rock hard dick. “I am now.”

We spend the next forty minutes making the headboard slam against the wall. I’m on my back with my legs wrapped around him, moaning like a whore as he drives his big meaty cock into my pussy over and over and over again like a jackhammer. Merry Christmas to me.

After I coat his cock with my cream and he fills my pussy with his hot cum, we roll out of bed and stagger downstairs to the coffee machine.

I still can’t believe this man is mine. I’m leaning against the counter, sipping on my coffee, watching him with a smile on my face. He’s standing at the oven making scrambled eggs, his shoulders looking huge in his bathrobe. His hair is still sticking up—I’m kind of digging it—and he keeps yawning like he hadn’t slept a wink last night. I know he barely did. I kept him up all night long.

“Tired?” I ask him. I’m not. I’m full of energy. This man is getting all of my adrenaline going.

“I’m good,” he says with a grin. “It always takes a minute for the coffee to kick in.”

I run my hand down his back and onto his ass. “If you want to take a nap, let me know.”

His brown eyes turn heated as he looks me up and down in my bathrobe. “I want to do a lot of things in that bed with you, but napping isn’t one of them.”

“What do you want to do?” I ask, getting a little excited.

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