Page 92 of The Bright Side of Christmas
“Yeah, Adam. I’m yours.”
I finished the song the day after I told her I loved her.
And now Willa Stone is telling me it’s going to be the lead single for her next album.
“It’s going to be a hit,” Leo says. “I have a solid eye for this kind of thing, and I’m telling you, it’s going to be Song of the Year, if I have my way.”
My breathing hitches in my chest at the thought. “The contract should be in your inbox,” he says, as if he didn’t just promise me my biggest dream. I shake my head to clear it so I can focus.
“I’m on vacation now, but I should be around to sign the contract tomorrow morning.”
“Great, I’ll keep an eye out for it.” There’s typing in the background, and even though it’s New Year’s Eve, I know Leo takes breaks for nothing. “I think this is going to be a great relationship, Adam. Enjoy your vacation, and we’ll start the new year off with a bang.”
“All right, sounds good. Talk to you later,” I say, then hang up.
Endorphins rush through me as I toss my phone to the bed, and I let out a deep breath, hoping to release them a bit. When I spot Wren leaning over the vanity in the sweet little silk robe I bought her in one of the gift shops we visited the other day (she told me she couldn’t accept it and had no use for a silk robe, to which I told her it would really be a gift for myself, something I’m realizing was absolutely the truth), I get a better idea and move across the luxury hotel we’re in.
When I make it to where she is, I reach for her, pulling her up and into my arms and giving her a hard, deep kiss. Her body melts into mine, her hand moving up to cup my chin and moving to her tiptoes to better reach me. My hand slides down to her ass, and I cup a cheek, squeezing it as I break the kiss.
“What was that for?” she asks with a giggle as I rest my forehead against hers.
“I need you,” I say, pushing her hips into mine so she can feelexactlywhat I mean by that.
“Adam, we can’t, we don’t have time—” she starts, but I cut her off, bending down to press a kiss to her neck.
“Are you mine?” I ask, low and gruff.
She hesitates, and her breathing hitches, the pulse in her throat speeding up beneath my lips.
“To do with what you please,” she whispers, and I groan into her neck, then put my hands to her waist, lifting her and placing her on the edge of the vanity. Makeup tubes scatter, but they’re the least of my worries.
I press kisses to her lips, chin, and neck as my hands move to her shoulders, sliding the robe off. It slowly slides down, revealing her full breasts, and her arms shrug out of it completely before she lifts her hands to pull my face down to hers. The kiss is hot and messy and filled with a need I know only she can ease.
I slide my hands down her sides and realize she’s not wearing a bra, something I take full advantage of when I cup her full breasts, tweaking the nipples between thumb and forefinger. She arches into my touch, a soft moan falling from her lips. One hand travels down further, and as I graze over her soft belly and hip, I realize she’s not wearinganyundergarments. I groan when my fingers touch her hot pussy, already wet for me. She moans as I ghost my fingertips over her clit before going lower. She leans back a bit, tipping her hips so I can have better access.
I slide a finger into her, and a breathy sound falls from her lips as her pussy tightens around me. I groan at the feel, then slide out and add another finger, slowly fucking her. I don’t have time to drag this out, to give her orgasm after orgasm as I enjoy doing, but I always have time to play with this pretty cunt.
“Adam,” she moans. “Please. More.”
“You’ll get what I give you right now,” I say, my gaze shifting from her center to her eyes. “And right now, I’m giving you two fingers.” She pouts, and I laugh despite my hard cock. “I give you everything you want, but we’re on a time limit, Wren. So I’m taking the lead. But I always make you feel good, don’t I?”
She licks her lips before nodding.
Then, as if to tell me she trusts me completely and to do whatever I want, she leans back slightly onto her hands and spreads her legs wider before looking down her body at me. Her lips part, and her breathing becomes heavier as she watches me finger her. When my fingers pull out, glistening with her wetness, she moans.
“My Birdie likes to watch, doesn’t she?” I ask, thinking of all the ways I could make that happen in the future, wanting to give my girl anything she wants. She nods, eyes not leaving where my fingers continue to thrust into her. I add a third finger, stretching her to take me in a few moments, and her pussytightens around me. Her breath hitches as I bend them a bit, grazing against the spot that makes her body quake.
“Yes, yes,” she whimpers, hips moving.
I can tell she’s close, but this is not how she’s going to finish.
Not today, at least.
My hand slides free of her, and she mewls out a protest, but I silence it by sliding my wet fingers into her mouth. The mewl turns into a groan as she sucks, and my free hand moves to the fly of my pants, undoing the button deftly before pulling my cock out and sliding my fingers out of her mouth.
“Please,” she whispers, reaching for my cock and widening her legs, but I shake my head in a taunt.
“Not like this.”
