Page 37 of Second Down Scrooge

My lips tip up, and I move them a few inches closer to hers. “Oh, that’s right. Tell me what that means.” I close my eyes as I wait for her answer.

“It means I’m in love with you, too, Austin.”

My chest squeezes at her words. They’re words I wasn’t expecting, and at the same time, they’re everything I needed to hear.

I close the gap between our mouths as my lips find hers, and the kiss starts out slow and tender, but the fire simmering beneath the surface quickly roars to life—as does my cock.

I take control, shifting us so she’s lying back on the couch as I move over her. I slam my hips to hers, and she lets out a soft moan beneath me.

I can’t wait another second without being inside her. It’s almost like this entire day has been foreplay—seeing her in the crowd in my jersey, coming home to her and our daughter, hearing the words I’ve been waiting to hear for far too long, both that she wants to give this a try and she’s in love with me.

She’s in her reindeer pajama pants again, and I’m in jeans, and there are way too many clothes separating us.

I abruptly move off her and shift to a stand, and I grab her into my arms and carry her through the house and into her bedroom. I toss her onto the bed, yank her pajama pants and panties off together, and stare down at the pink pussy waiting for me. Her knees are bent and slightly parted as she waits for me to get on top of her, but I remain standing instead. I lean inbetween her knees and push them open wider. I slide a finger into her, and I hiss at the feel of exactly how wet she already is for me.

She closes her eyes as her head arches back, pushing her tits out, and I wish I would’ve had the foresight to pull her shirt off, too. Instead, I push it up while I finger her, and I yank one of her tits out over her bra. I grab her breast and lick her nipple, and she rewards me with another moan.

“Tell me how much you want it,” I say, moving my finger a little faster in and out of her.

“So much, Austin. So much. Give it to me.”

I pull my finger out and use the moisture to rub her clit, and her hips sway with my movements. Fucking hell, she’s hot when she’s all needy for me. I suck on her tit as I pick up the pace on her clit, and I slide my finger back down as I move my lips up to meet hers. She grabs onto my shoulders, her nails like claws between the fabric of my shirt and my skin, and I can tell she’s getting close by the way her mouth turns a little desperate.

I want her to come while I’m inside her.

I stop everything and reach for the button of my jeans, popping it and lowering the zipper as fast as my hands will allow, and I pull my cock out. I stroke it a few times, and she sits up and reaches for me. She strokes it, too, and a little moisture leaks from the top. I wasn’t expecting a blow job, but she kisses the tip and licks the bead of moisture away before she sucks my length into her mouth.

Fuuuuuck. Her mouth feels so goddamn good, and I shove my hips a little harder into her mouth as my hand moves to the back of her head. I thrust my hips toward her mouth again, and she sucks hard over me. I reach down for her pussy again, wanting to give her pleasure, wanting to feel how wet she is as she sucks my cock, but she bats my hand out of the way and lies back again.

“Fuck me, Austin. Fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow.”

Jesus Christ.

I slide directly into her at her command, and I yank on her legs, pulling her body closer to meet my thrusts. I hold onto her thighs as I slam into her again and again and again, and her eyes are closed as she takes every hard inch of my cock as deeply as I can push it.

“Open your eyes,” I demand, and they fly open and lock onto mine. I let go of one of her legs to stroke her clit some more, and I watch her eyes as she starts to fall apart. I continue driving into her, our bodies slapping together as I propel with brutal force just like she asked me to do.

That’s sort of the beauty of being with someone again and again, isn’t it? I know what she likes. I’ve learned her body, and I can deliver the pleasure she’s begging me for.

“Oh yes, Austin, yes!”

Hearing her moan my name like that sends me into some other galaxy. I thrust as hard as I can, and it’s too much, too soon. My body betrays me as I start to spill into her, sending her into her own orgasm, too. “Yes, yes, yes,” she cries with a loud groan, and I love how this sweet, kind, sunshine woman can transform into a fucking animal when I’m inside her.

I growl a string of curses through my release, and once I’m empty and her body has stopped pulsing around mine, I drop out of her. I use her discarded panties to clean her up, and I wipe my cock on them, too, before I lay down beside her. I toss an arm across her stomach, and she holds onto that arm, cradling it close, as we both close our eyes, losing the fight against consciousness.

It’s been a long day. I played in a game. I was slammed to the ground over and over, and my body is bruised and sore. I helped take care of our daughter. I cleaned up an accident. I listened to the sweetest words ever spoken by the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, and then I proceeded to pleasure her.

And now, blissful sleep.

Maybe themostblissful sleep of my life.

If only the bliss could last a little longer.

Chapter 19: Kelly Kaplan

A Holiday Surprise Adventure

Four Days Until Christmas

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