Page 63 of Happy Krampus Xmas & the Meet Not Cute
“What?” I ask sleepily.
“One of your fancy words.”
I would have shaken my head at him in exasperation if I had any energy left. “Why?”
“Because I asked you.”It’s as simple as that.
“Luminous.”
“Is that a Harry Potter spell?” I chuckle at his silly joke.
“Meaning?” he asks.
“Anything that radiates or reflects light, shining brightly. It exudes a sense of brilliance.”Like you, I want to tell him, but I don’t.
“Luminous,” he murmurs softly. I can hear the smile in his voice. Then he adds, “You know when you asked me what I’d like to do with my life…if I had a choice?”
I hum.
“I’d keep playing football. If not in the NFL, I’d like to coach.”
I slide off him, and we move onto our sides, face-to-face.
“So do it,” I tell him.
“You make it sounds so easy.” He scoffs. “I’ll lose my inheritance if I change my path.”
“So you’ll be one of the many people who don’t have a rich dad paying for them.”
He sighs. “It’s more complicated than that. Everything I’ve done up until now was to get what’s rightfully mine.”
“You won’t be alone if you decide to change your future,” I hazard in a low voice.
He grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers, lifting them to his mouth for a kiss. “You make me hope,” he confesses, his eyes open and sad.
I’m getting too involved at this point. It’s a very reckless game. The question is, can I quit it before he leaves me?
I wake up feeling too hot. Like burning up. My balls are blazing. What…? TJ’s hand is around my hard dick, beating it off while he’s fucking his fat cock between my thighs. He really is a junkyard dog.
Fuck! He must have fallen asleep here last night. That never happened before.
I groan when his hand squeezes the tip of my cock before resuming the fast pumping.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” he grunts. “You’re so fucking hot when you sleep. And your ass, baby. Damn!”Baby?
I hear the slapping sound before the sting registers on my skin. “Love to see it jiggle under my hand. So fucking horny for you.” He smacks me again, and instead of telling him to fuck off—it’s happened in the past with some handsy hookups—I whimper and push my butt toward him.
“You like that?” His mouth brushes against my ear, and I feel his chest vibrating with a chuckle against my sweaty back. His hand falls one more time and then squeezes the sensitive skin hard, making me hiss.
Fuck, I don’t like it.
I love it.
I want more. But I can hardly speak as he keeps jolting me and using me like a sex doll. And I love that too.
His dick keeps gliding between my legs, rubbing my balls with each slick slide giving life to a buzz of electricity all over my skin. His hard abs hits my ass every time he thrusts forward making my eager hole clenching around nothing. I understand fully why he became such a whore for me yesterday. The slurping sound of his dick and the friction of his thick, hard, smooth cock send a bolt of lightning aimed right at my balls. And I can’t stop my loud panting.
How would it feel to have that massive dick inside me? Splitting me in two? Reaching places no one has ever penetrated? I wrap my arm around his neck and grab his nape, squeezing my thighs and rocking my hips frantically, following his crazy, fast rhythm.
