Page 15 of The Detective's Secret Santa

“I thought you weren’t sleeping with me.”

“Shut up.”

It’s a passionate, slightly comical event. Undressing each other while not wanting to separate our bodies as we roll on the sectional. With the giant square ottoman, it’s nearly a bed all its own. We use every last inch.

“Good fucking Hammer of Thor,” she gasps when she frees my cock from my boxers. “You’re huge.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. It was made for that tight pussy of yours.” I vaguely remember a promise to take things slow this first time. But the urgency between us is potent enough to start a forest fire in winter. I need her to be mine now.

She guides my cock to her entrance, and I press the tip inside her wet and ready channel. She lifts her hips, urging me to go deeper, but I don’t.

“Hey!” she complains.

“You’re sure this is what you want? Because once I’m all the way inside you, Brook, you’re mine.”

“It’s all I want, Bash. Now get inside me before I get mad at you again.”

I capture her lips in a hard kiss as I slide into her tight pussy. We moan together. The feeling of home hits me square in the feels. This is what I’ve been missing my whole fucking life. I’ve been waiting for Brook. Even if her dad haunts me for the rest of my days, I’ll never stop wanting her, protecting her, loving her.

I hover above her curvy body, rocking into her at a steady pace that leaves us both panting. I reach between us, finding her swollen button and showing it no mercy. I bring her to the brink of an explosion then pull back.

“Are you trying to piss me off, Bash?”

I flash her a smirk. “You’ll thank me soon enough.”

Rolling her onto her stomach, I take her from behind. Plunging in with slow, deliberate thrusts. I anchor my hands on her hips as she bends all the way forward and pops that ass up at just the right angle for me to get in nice and deep.

Her moans turn from long and low to quick and high pitched. I feel her pussy start to convulse. My cock is aching to claim her. All plans to tease Brook with a few almost-orgasms until we reach one explosive one, have gone out the window.

“Bash!” she cries out as I pick up my pace. My balls bounce off her sensitive flesh with each thrust. It takes incredible restraint to hold back, but Brook’s pleasure comes first. I wait until she explodes, crying out my name in an octave I haven’t heard her use before.

As her pussy convulses around my cock, I finally let go. I bury my cock as deep as it’ll go and fill her. Claiming her as my own. I’ve been overprotective of Brook before, but it’ll be nothing compared to how I am about her now.

“You’re mine, Brook.”

She purrs in response as I pull out and collapse beside her.

“I mean it, sweetheart. I’m never not going to protect you.”

11

BROOKLYN

I’ve never been so happy for a downed tree right before Christmas in all my life. Mom made plans to stay with a girlfriend, leaving me all alone with Bash at the house. I’m discovering hidden talents that make me fall a little harder for the man I shouldn’t be picturing a future with. Like his incredible cooking skills, his equal obsession for Die Hard around Christmas time, and his surprising holiday cheer. Not to mention his incredible talent for pleasuring a woman in dozens of ways.

We haven’t slept much.

I’m way behind on my Secret Santa duties, but I suspect Wilma won’t scold me for it. I’m beginning to believe in the rumors a little more with each passing day. I’ve been fighting my feelings for Bash, but maybe it’s time to stop. Maybe it’s time to appreciate this Christmas miracle.

“You thirsty?” Bash asks, reappearing in the bedroom with a glass of water.

“Not for water.”

Bash sets the cup on the nightstand and dives under the covers, settling between my legs. He takes his time, exploring my pussy with his tongue. Circling, licking, teasing. I gyrate to the rhythm of his mouth, gripping the pillow with both hands as I slowly and thoroughly come undone.

My toes curl and tingle with the intensity of an orgasm that shouldn’t be real. Bash emerges from beneath the covers, his body perfectly lined up with mine, and slides that magnificent cock into me. We move together, our bodies perfectly in sync. Fingers dragging against skin, mouths fused together, limbs tangled.

Bash brings me to the brink once again before he comes inside me.

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