Page 22 of New Home for the Holidays

Morgan stretches her arms out in front of her as my eyes take in the curve of her back and how damn good she looks like this. I don’t give her any warning before I notch my cock at her entrance and then slam forward.

“Walker,” she screams as the walls of her pussy spasm around my length.

I take a few deep breaths to stop myself from filling her with my cum too soon. When I’m under control, I start to move, fucking my woman hard and deep. I keep my pace slow, wanting to build her up until we’re both mindless.

Every stroke is steady but powerful. Morgan pushes back, meeting each thrust and moaning every time I bottom out and fill her completely.

“Please, more,” she pleads.

My fingers grip her hips to the point I’ll leave bruises behind, but I don’t have it in me to care right now. Not while her tight, wet heat is surrounding my dick and feeling so good I have to clench my jaw to stop myself from coming.

“Touch yourself,” I grit out, “make yourself come on my cock. Coat me in your cum and show me how good you can be for me.”

I watch, enthralled, as one of her hands slides underneath her body and disappears. The moment she touches her clit, her walls clamp down on my shaft and she gets wetter. The need to fuck her faster to make her fall over the edge is too seductive.

There’s no way I can resist.

The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room and is punctuated by my woman’s moans and my grunts of pleasure. “So damn good. Need you to milk the cum from my balls,” I demand.

Without warning, her pussy squeezes my length, and she screams out her orgasm. I follow right behind her, pleasure blanketing me as I hold myself deep inside of my woman, wanting her to have all of my cum.

I roll us gently, my back to her front, and wrap myself around her all without pulling out of her perfect pussy. “Mine,” I murmur as I kiss the back of her neck.

She’s mine. All fucking mine.

I’ll stand between her and anyone who wants to hurt her, even if they think they’re doing the right thing now. Even if the person who is hurting her is her brother.

CHAPTER 10

MORGAN

I can’t remember the last time I’ve had such a good Christmas Eve. I know the only reason this is one to be remembered is because of Walker. I can’t help but smile when I look down at myself and see flour on my apron. When baking is involved, can anything really be bad?

We’ve been making cookies for a little while now and it’s been far more fun than doing it alone or with Mom. Walker is a good cook, but he’s not a great baker. It’s a little funny because he’s great at following directions, but not a baking recipe. It makes no sense.

I’m sure he would have burnt every single cookie if I weren’t here at his side. Then again, without me he wouldn’t be making cookies at all, I’m sure.

I feel him looking at me and glancing in his direction before freezing. The way his eyes roam over my face makes a blush startto rise on my cheeks. It’s amazing what one look can do to me.

There’s an innocent vulnerability in my voice, “What?”

“You’ve made this Christmas really special for me,” his voice is thick with emotion. “Thank you.”

The smile I give him is wide and his eyes sparkle in response. Or maybe they’re just reflecting the lights on the Christmas tree. I wanted to help him find a little holiday spirit and it worked.

“There’s no reason for you to thank me,” I insist. “Seeing you find a love for the holidays again has made this year my favorite so far.”

He teases me, “Are you sure it’s not the orgasms?”

“Well,” I hold the word out and tap my chin like I’m considering it, “maybe.”

The next thing I know, I’m being hauled up against the hard planes of his chest and his lips are on mine. This kiss is playful, but there’s still a punishing edge to it which has me moaning into his mouth and melting against him. He holds me steady, something he always seems to manage to do.

I’m breathless and dizzy by the time he lets go of me. Clutching the counter is required or else I’m pretty sure I’ll float away, never to be seen or heard from again.

I bite my lip, a little nervous about what I’m about to ask, but I’ve put it off as long as I can. Literally. It’s Christmas Eve and normally I would be over at my parent’s house making these cookies.

Mom had gotten suspicious because I haven’t been spending nearly as much time over at her place as I normally do during the holidays. I, finally, admitted to her that I’ve been seeingsomeone. She’s like a damn bloodhound when she thinks there’s something I’m not sharing with her. Normally it doesn’t bother me, but this thing with Walker is new and I didn’t want to jinx anything.

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