Page 9 of A Crossroads Christmas

I walked into my room and sat on my bed, yanking the covers over my cold feet. How did I get Santa to leave my Mama alone?Get off the nice list.

Oh. I could change that. Easy.

I just had to get on the naughty list, and I knew how to do it. But first, I would draw a picture for Daddy and put it in his stocking so he would know what the big man in the red suit planned.

Nobody, not even Santa Claus, would ruin Christmas.

Chapter 3 Papa

December 3rd—

“My Bess,” I groaned, thrusting faster as I buried deep in my woman. We waited all morning to get time alone, and now that I had her in bed, I couldn’t resist feeling her silken walls suck me in.

In the nearly four years since we’d met, not a bit of the attraction or desire we felt for one another had faded. Sure, I might need a little encouragement for my dick to join the party on some nights, but I didn’t have to take a pill to get hard.

My Bess turned me on so much that it was never an issue.Thank fuck.So, Rael, Exorcist, Hannibal, and anyone else who doubted my cock still worked could fuck right off. I had stamina and skills they could only dream about having at my age.

Bess rocked backward into my thighs as she moaned.

“That’s it, Sugar Lips,” I encouraged her. “Find that perfect spot and take your pleasure from me.”

My ol’ lady loved to be fucked on all fours. She got off on how deeply I filled her and how hard I could drive into her with this position. I had to admit, watching her sexy ass jiggle as I held onto her hips had become a favorite of mine too.

My woman had the best ass, hands down. Firm, jiggly, and smooth as silk. I fucking loved her soft, creamy skin and how my palms glided along her curves. Gripping Bess’s hips, I tugged her toward me, feeling my balls tingle.

“Play with your clit. Get off before I come in my favorite pussy.”

“You’re only pussy,” she reminded me as her thighs shook.

My Bess was getting close. Her fingers strummed her clit as I continued to pump my hips, noting the slick, sticky fluid coatingmy cock. She did this often, creaming us both as she came—another in a long list of things I enjoyed about my ol’ lady.

“My one and only,” I confirmed with conviction. No woman mattered but my Bess.

She cried my name a few seconds later, squeezing my cock so fucking hard that I shuddered, spilling into her, as we rode that wave of bliss at the same moment. It never got old.

Nothing with Bess ever did.

I pulled out of her and rolled over, catching my breath as I reached for her, gently gliding my fingers down the slope of her back before I gripped her ass and hauled her closer, tucking her beneath my chin.

“You’re feeling cuddly,” she murmured.

“It’s hard to resist feelin’ your sexy body against mine,” I reminded her. “Been that way since the first night.”

Bess smirked as she lifted her head. “You know what? You’re right. That feeling is mutual.”

“Is it now?”

“You know it’s the truth.”

I did. My Bess was as addicted to me as I was to her. My sweet little mama, all sugar, warmth, and love. Fuck, I was a lucky man.

“Well, I think most of Tonopah knows how you feel, my love. You aren’t quiet about it when I’m fucking you.”

She slapped my chest. “Jayce.”

A deep chuckle rumbled my chest. Even my Reaper got a kick out of that.

“Let’s hope Noah didn’t hear anything.”

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