Page 16 of Christmas of Convenience

“You okay, baby? Want me to pull you off?”

“No,” she pants, taking me in further. “I want as much as I can get.”

She’s so wet, but she’s tense.

I pull the cute kitten sweater she’s wearing up and off her frame, and tug one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the areola before scraping my teeth across her nipple.

Moan after moan leaves her lips, and her relaxed body begins to grind back and forth before bouncing up and down.

Still holding her tit in my mouth, I circle her clit as she rides, imagining night after night fucking my girl everywhere on this property. In the sleigh, in the bed, on the kitchen counter, in my truck. I want her everywhere.

“Good girl, taking my cock like that. You like it?”

She hums out a sigh of approval as her tits bounce in my face.

“Yeah, that’s right. Bounce on my cock. Take it all in that tight, little pussy and tell me you’re mine.” I’m so close to coming.

“I’m yours,” she whines and bounces faster, sending strands of her silky hair down around her shoulders. Fuck, she’s perfect. “I’m yours forever, Sam”

My heart warms as my cock nears explosion. “Good girl. Good fucking girl. Keep your eyes on me. Don’t look away. I want to see your pretty little face when you come on my cock.”

A moment passes, maybe two. Her eyes never leave mine, and suddenly I’m exploding inside of her, hot come emptying into her young, innocent womb.

Fuck! I wish I’d lasted longer.

A moment later, she bends her head back, grinds into me harder, and moans out in pleasure before collapsing against my chest with a sigh.

“Oh my God! What the hell just happened?” She’s breathless, but her tone is bright as though she’s still feeling high.

“You’re tellin’ me. You okay? No pain?”

“No. I feel so freaking good.” Her fingers twist into the hair on my chest as the cool air from the barn bites at the sweat on my shoulders. “I really like all the good girl talk. Oh, and the spankings!”

“Yeah? Well, you are a good girl.” I kiss the top of her head. “A really good girl.”

She shivers against me, and I pull my jacket up over her back, holding her soft frame against my body. With nearly fifty Christmas seasons in the books, I’m not sure I’ve ever had one more eventful.

A solar eclipse, a party, a snowstorm, and a paid date turned forever. I can’t wait to see what happens next Christmas.

Epilogue

Jen

Two Months Later

Chevy stares toward Sam with a downturned expression. “I don’t know, man. I’m gettin’ desperate.”

“How so? You’re a good lookin’ guy. Hang out down at the bar a few times a week and you’ll meet somebody.” I know Sam is trying to help, but it’s terrible advice for a guy looking for a serious relationship.

“No. No. No. The bar is not the place to meet women. You need one of those mail order arrangements where you can meet someone personally matched for you.”

Chevy pulls his gaze back and narrows his brows. “Yeah, no way.”

“Hear me out. My friend Heather is looking into it right now. These folks locally bought this ranch where single women can come from all over the place to date prospective men. You take a test, get matched, and then you date the person sight unseen. If that works out—”

“Sight unseen?”

“Yeah. Sight unseen. So, ya know, the connection isn’t based on looks.”

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