Page 26 of A Little Merry

“What the fuck?” I said, as I reached down and ran my hands over her head and face. “That feels so fucking good! Oh man!”

I watched her for a little longer, hoping she would stop so I could fuck her, but then realizing that I didn’t care either way. I told myself to just relax into it, so I took a strong stance and just enjoyed the show, loudly pulling in air between my teeth.

When she finally pulled away, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and asked, “Do you want me to finish you off or did you have other plans?” I swiftly pulled up her dress, letting her know, in fact, I did have other plans.

“You’re naked,” I told her as soon as I saw her bare pussy.

“Makes things easier,” she whispered.

“Merry as in Merry Christmas, you have no idea what this has done for me.”

“I think I know exactly what it’s done,” she said and opened her legs wide, trusting me in her most vulnerable position.

“Oh, babe,” I said, then I rolled on a condom and entered her sweet, hot pussy with a slow thrust, enjoying every fucking sensation until all my apprehensions were totally and completely gone.

“Kiss me,” she ordered, and this time when I kissed her, I fucking meant it.

THE BANGING ON the apartment door woke us with a start.

“What the hell?” I said, trying to wake up.

“Merry. Merry Everleigh, I know you’re in there. You may as well come out before I break this door down.” More banging. “Merry. Come on out. I’m not going away until you tell me what the hell you think you’re doing.”

I hurried to pull on my jeans, and Merry sat up, looking startled.

“Shit,” she said. “I never thought he’d find me here.”

“Who’s he? You know this crazy person?”

She nodded. “He’s… he’s… my husband, but it’s not how you think.”

My heart skipped a beat with those surprising words, and my head had a hard time grasping the significance of those words.

“Your husband! What the fuck? You can’t be serious. You’re married?”

“Technically, yes, but it’s not what you think.”

“You already said that and admitted you’re married… so I think you’re… married. How could you be married? We just had sex. You had sex with Ethan. What the hell kind of marriage are you in?”

“I can explain everything. I promise,” she said, looking frantic.

“Merry, Jamie and Bethany miss you. I miss you. You’ve got to come home, baby doll. Merry… do you hear me? Merry!” His voice echoed through the apartment and hit me like a punch to the gut.

“Okay… don’t even tell me that Jamie and Bethany are your kids, or I’m going to open that door and walk right out of it.” My heart was beating so fast, I felt like I’d just run a marathon.

She brought her thumb up to her mouth and gently chewed on her nail. “Technically, they probably are, but… but…”

I didn’t want to hear any of this. I felt like I was back in that church, watching my bride run for it. “Oh my God, woman, what the fuck is this? You’re married with kids?”

“You don’t understand.” I could see the tension on her face. Unfortunately, I couldn’t tell whether it was for my learning about her husband, or that she was genuinely scared of this guy.

“Merry. Open the goddamn door, or I’m going to break it down,” he yelled, kicking it. The guy was over-the-top angry, and I didn’t want anything to do with that kind of anger. I had no way of knowing what he would do with that much anger.

“Will he?” I asked her as I zipped up my jeans and slipped on my shirt.

She twisted her face. “I kind of think he will, yeah.”

“Should I be prepared for something physical?”

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