Page 12 of New Home for the Holidays

I’m out and around to her side, meeting her wide blue eyes, in a matter of moments. She’s so stunned that I’m able to not only open her door but unbuckle her seatbelt and guide her out of the car without her realizing it. Yeah, she’ll have to get used to this.

She’s still a little dazed when we get to her front door, and I gently slide her keys from her hand which she had already pulled out of her pocket. “Wow,” she giggles softly as we walk inside her home, “you’re kind of something else, aren’t you Officer Walker Montgomery?”

Hearing my name on her lips does something to me and I close us inside, locking the door while I press her back against it. I don’t bother to take in her home beyond the impression of holiday decorations and lights adorning the space. I cage her against the door, needing her as close as I can get.

“You have no idea, Treasure, but I’m going to show you.”

Before she can say anything, before she can even think, I kiss her. My intention is to kiss her softly and show her how much I care for her even though I barely know her. My plan crumbles the moment our lips touch.

The kiss is consuming. It’s chaos and fire instead of calm and sweetness. I can’t seem to help myself.

As I swipe my tongue along her bottom lip, her mouth parts and she moans. It’s the only in I need and then I’m plunging my tongue into her mouth to play with hers. Shocking the hell out of me, she meets me stroke for stroke. While one of my hands grips the nape of her neck, the other is at her hip to hold her in place.

Morgan whimpers and something breaks inside of me. My hands grip her ass and lift, the movement encouraging her to wrap her legs around my waist. The way her pussy, which I already know is going to be perfect, presses against the front of my jeans has my cock begging to thrust inside of her before filling her with my cum.

Even though the thought of fucking her raw and filling her up until my baby is planted inside of her womb is tempting, I can’t share her. Not yet. One day though, one day I’ll fill her with as many babies as she wants.

I murmur against her lips, “Which way is your room?”

“Hallway,” she breathes out, “second door on the left.”

I start by pulling her top over her head before I even take a step, but by the time we make it into her room, our clothes are strewn on the floor behind us. The only thing left are our pants; even our shoes thudded to the ground along the way.

When I lay her out on her bed, her blonde hair fans out across her comforter. She’s a fucking vision and my hands shake as I undo her jeans and peel them down her legs, along with her panties. When she’s laying there, naked before me, I’m at a fucking loss.

“You’re stunning, Morgan,” I rasp the words, barely able to get them past my lips.

The way her eyes are eating me up makes me feel like a fucking god among men. I fumble a little with my belt and jeans, but nothing is going to get in the way of having my woman and claiming her, not even my clothes. When I kick the last of my clothes away and stand, a gasp falls from Morgan’s lips as her eyes lock on my cock.

My hands glide up her legs until I reach her dripping pussy. “So pink,” I mutter, more to myself than her.

When I slide my fingertips through her pussy lips, she’s fucking soaked. As she stares at my cock, her eyes showing a mixture of anticipation and hesitation, I slide two fingers inside of her. I growl at how tight she is, pumping my fingers a few times to make sure she’s ready to take me.

She’s a whimpering mess, her hips moving to meet my fingers while she pants my name, by the time I slide my fingers from her. I can’t help myself and bring my fingers to my mouth, tasting her and letting out a deep groan at how fucking delicious she is. Her eyes are wide and a little wild as she watches my every move.

“Walker,” there’s awed admonishment in her tone which has me smirking.

“I promise to feast on your perfect pussy for hours next time, Treasure,” I growl as I cover her body with my own, “but it’ll have to wait because I need you now.”

“I need you too,” she breathes, her arms wrapping around me.

When I settle between her thighs, her legs encircle my waist and the feel of her skin against mine has me clenching my jaw and counting backward to stop myself from painting her belly with my cum. I’m not going to come before her; hell fucking no.

“I’m clean,” I grit out, hating that I need to say the words, but knowing I do because I need her to know I’ll always protect her, “I don’t want anything between us. You good with that, Morgan?”

“I want to feel you, all of you,” she moans, her back arching and rubbing her tits against my chest. Her hard nipples pressing against me is distracting as fuck, just like the euphoria of gliding my shaft between her wet pussy lips. “I’m clean and I’m on birth control.”

“Good,” I growl and bury my face in her neck, nipping at her skin there. “One day I’ll knock you up, filling you with my cum with truly nothing between us,” I vow, “but first I want to have you all to myself without needing to share you.”

“Fuck,” she keens, “Walker.”

“I know,” I murmur, kissing along her collarbone and down her chest until I’m able to suck one of her hard pink nipples into my mouth.

Just as I bite down on her nipple, I line my cock up with her entrance and surge forward. “Walker,” she screams out; it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

“Fuck,” I growl while holding still buried balls deep inside my woman. “Feels so fucking good to be deep inside your perfect pussy.”

Morgan whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders and her hips moving like she’s trying to entice me. It works. My movements are slow and deliberate at first because being inside of her, having her walls squeeze me just right, has me right on edge already.

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