Page 30 of Blame It On The Carols

“Yes. As much as I’ve tried not to, I can’t help it.” She wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand.

“You love me?” I felt stupid for questioning it again, but I needed to hear her say it.

“Yes, you big goof. I love you. There. Are you happy?”

“You have no idea how happy,” I replied with a smile that spanned across my face. I reached forward and grabbed her, pulling against my chest again, but this time making sure she couldn’t get away.

“That still doesn’t change anything, Aiden. If anything, it just makes things harder.”

I groaned when she shifted beside me, her breast rubbing against my chest.

“Things are getting hard, that’s for sure.”

“I know. And this isn’t even the hardest it’s going to get.” She threw her hands in the air, completely oblivious to the situation happening just inches away from her in my pants. “It’s going to get so hard that we won’t be able to stand it. Then, out of nowhere—boom! It’ll all explode in our faces.”

I let my head fall back as a chuckle snuck out.

“What are you laughing at?” she whined, smacking me in the chest. “I’m being serious, Aiden. You don’t know how hard this is going to get.”

“I think I have an idea,” I replied, grabbing her hand and lowering it to my crotch.

Her eyes widened as her head whipped up to look at me.

“Aiden!” She laughed but didn’t bother removing her hand as I leaned back against the couch and locked my hands behind my head.

“What? I can’t help it. You rubbed your boob against my chest, and he got a mind of his own. Then you just kept going on about how hard things were going to get, and he took it as an invitation to demonstrate. However, I am fully on board with things exploding in our faces. I think we should definitely make that happen.”

“You’re the worst,” she teased, gently rubbing me through the thick fabric of my jeans.

“I’m actually the best if you remember correctly.”

She looked up and arched an eyebrow at me before leaning into my chest and continuing her torture on my cock that begged to be free.

“What was the record? Four or five orgasms for you in one night?”

“Six.” Her cheeks blushed the cutest shade of red as she looked away and focused on my cock. “There was that one that was right on the edge of the other, so it was like one super long, really intense orgasm.”

“That’s right.” I nodded my head, very clearly remembering that night. “That was when you first learned you could squirt.”

“And then you didn’t let me stop. It became your obsession to see how many times you could make it happen.”

“I think I reached pro status.”

“I don’t think there’s such a thing.”

“Well, then, I think we should make it a thing. We can start tonight. The first three rounds will be practice until we get back in the groove of things.”

“Firstthree rounds?”

I nodded again.

“At a minimum.”

“How many do you expect there will be?”

I glanced at my watch, checking the time.

“The night is still young. I’d say ten, at minimum.”

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