Page 166 of Felonies are Forever

Boy. Was. I. Wrong.

Cole was a firehose that never seemed to end. I loved it, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not sure taking children’s pictures in Santa’s village while covered in cum is the way to go.

Snow flakes are one thing.

Cum flakes are another.

I walk around and find a cabinet full of pottery coffee cups, and take two down. I fill mine, then lean against the stone countertop and take a hot sip, letting the liquid run through me and revive me after a night with only a couple hours sleep.

I’m sore. But it’s a good sort of sore, and I have to say I’m proud of my tight virgin self that I managed to take his monster completely.

Several times, in fact.

I fell asleep with my head on his chest and I’ve never felt that sense of love and security before. Even now, it warms me as I watch the snow falling outside and I hear the soft footsteps coming down the hall into the kitchen.

“Morning, Candy Cane. I didn’t like waking up with you gone.” Cole is shirtless, wearing a pair of loose, button fly Levi’s with the top two buttons still open.

“I didn’t want to wake you.”

He puts his hands on my shoulders. “New rule.” He fixes me with a stare. “Wake me. I’m sorry baby, I want to know where you are, even when you leave the bed. If I need to sleep, I’ll go back to sleep. But waking up with you gone…” He shakes his head. “No can do. Okay?”

I nod, taking a sip of coffee then handing him the cup. “Okay.”

“Good.” He takes a sip and sighs. “We did put in a full night, though.” A low chuckle curves his perfect lips upward around the rim of the coffee cup.

“Yes, and I have a full morning. Think I should at least shower before I go to the North Pole.”

He nods. “Agree. I’ve got the water running for us already. And…” He takes a breath, then finishes. “You may think this is crazy, but I’ve got some things for you. Clothes, shampoo…”

“For me?”

“Yep. Call it crazy, but buying things for you made me feel closer to you. I never knew if we would have this.” He pauses, his eyes narrowing, and he corrects, “No, I guess I knew we would, someday, I just didn't know how or exactly when. But until then, I prepared. There’s a closet upstairs filled with things I’ve picked up over the years. I’m creepy but I love you.”

“Wow.” I giggle. “I guess I should find that a little creepy. But, I sort of like it.”

“Good, now let’s get in the shower. I need another taste of that pussy and I’m going to fill you with another hot load of cum before we head out. Need my mark on you when you are out in the world.”

“I never knew you were such a caveman.” I answer as he reaches for my hand and we walk down the hall, into the bedroom.

“If I told you I’d imagined dragging you back here by your hair, what would you think?”

We walk into the bathroom, and the shower is already running, making me grin as I turn and lift my face for him to kiss. “I’d think you’re such a romantic.”

He meets my lips in a glancing kiss, then sets down the coffee on the marble bathroom sink counter. Then he unbuttons the two buttons on the shirt I’m wearing, taking it off, before stripping his jeans.

“That I am.”

I look down and see his cock already rock hard and standing tall.

Inside the shower, he lathers my hair and washes my body, and as lovely as it all is, all I can think about is having him inside me again. I’ve turned from an innocent virgin into a lust crazed harlot in a matter of twenty-four hours.

I return the favor and wash his hard body, soaping his thick cock and running my hand back and forth until I see the crazedlook in his eyes. The water rinses the soap from us, and I moan, turning around and raising my ass in the air.

“Fuck me, Daddy.” I turn and look over my shoulder, seeing the lust gathered in his eyes. “Pretty please.”

“Jesus, you’re perfect did you know that?”

I pout. “No. I just need your cock.”

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