Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
I grumbled.
“Are you a scrooge type?”
“Christmas is just another day for me. My father never put up a tree or celebrated it. I carried on that tradition.”
“Your mother didn’t like Christmas either?”
I tensed. “She died on Christmas Eve.”
“Oh my God.”
“I was four. My father and her had gone to this party hosted by the family. Assassins shot the place up. A bullet hit my dad in the leg. Another got her in the head.”
Mariah tightened her hold on me. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. I barely remember her.”
“It’s still so sad. That’s probably why your father never celebrates.”
“Maybe.” Shrugging, I left her hold and sat up. “Let’s talk about happier things.”
She gave me a sad smile. “Okay.”
I grabbed the present on the nightstand. “However, before we decorate this stupid tree, you must open your present.”
“For someone who doesn’t celebrate Christmas, you sure have an amazingly gift-giving spirit.”
“Perhaps, I simply like spoiling you.” I handed her the gift. It was wrapped in purple glittery paper with a gold bow on the top.
Smiling, she held it. “Thank you, Gabriel. No one has ever given me so many presents.”
I frowned. “Men don’t usually spoil you?”
“I don’t really make time for men.”
“You will make time for me.”
She widened her eyes. “Well. . .these twelve days have been amazing. I could give you. . .more time.”
“I want a lot more.”
She blinked. “How much?”
A hungry groan left me. “Open the present, Mariah.”
She chuckled and did as I asked. Once it was open, she pulled the crotchless panties out of the box and laid them on the bed.
I formed my mouth into a wicked grin. “Six panties for these six remaining days. I expect you to wear one pair each day.”
“I will.” She gazed at them.
The crotchless panties were black and trimmed with red lace around the edges. Seductive and sensual, they promised naughty nights of steamy foreplay.
My cock swelled to fully erect, throbbing and twitching at the tip. “Put a pair on.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
She picked up one pair, left the bed, and put her back to me.
“No, Mariah.” I licked my lips. “Turn around.”
She did.
“Put them on and never break eye contact with me.”
Her cheeks reddening, she lifted the panties and slipped them onto her legs, one-by-one. She was slow and seductive—her movements twisting and sensual.
When she finally had slipped the panties on, I gripped the sheets so hard my fingers left marks in them.
The panties clung so closely to her moist pussy, they were nearly transparent and turned her folds into lusty shadows that tempted my tongue to lick them and made my body shake with impatience. Her cute little clit was only barely concealed by the sheer material.
I rose from the bed, showing her my erection. “Now we can decorate the tree.”
“Naked?”
“What other way would we decorate?” I headed over to the door, opened it a little, and barked at Dog, “Clear the place! Fast!”
“Yes, sir.”
Minutes later, Mariah and I placed silver and red ornaments on the Christmas tree. The fresh scent of pine filled the air. While I wasn’t a fan of this tradition, I loved watching her bare breasts bounce. When she put the lights on the branches, I caught her glancing at my still erect cock.
I knew she was ready to be fucked. Those panties dripped with her arousal, even wetting her thighs.
You will get this cock soon, Mariah. Don’t worry.
Was it weird that I not only relished in teasing her but. . .I actually liked decorating the stupid tree?
She’s changing me.
Once the Christmas tree was heavy with ornaments and blinking white lights, Mariah and I made eye contact. Hot, hungry lust bridged between us.
In a dark husky voice, she whispered, “Gabriel. . .fuck me.”
Groaning, I swept Mariah up off her feet, put my angel on the floor, in front of the tree. Next, I bent her over, stuffing her halfway with my cock and stretching that tight wet pussy.
I groaned, “Can you take more?”
She moaned, “M-maybe.”
I pushed deeper into her, filling that pussy to seventy percent.
She cried out in pleasure, interrupting my rhythm with little gasps that made me even more turned on.
With other women, I loved hurting them with my cock and making them scream in horrified ecstasy.
With Mariah, I would be gentle and loving.
I only wanted her to feel pleasure, no pain.
“You’ll be able to take it all soon, baby.” I played with her clit and thrust my cock at a deeper angle.
“My God!”
And in a matter of minutes, the first waves of my orgasm broke over me.
She screamed, “I’m coming!”
“Fuck yes!” My eyes rolled back as I jetted ropes of hot cum into her pussy. And she milked every bit.
Maybe. . .fifty or sixty days. . .
Chapter 7
Seven Spankings
Gabriel
The next day, I put off finding Savio again.
I couldn’t help it. I wanted to spend more time with Mariah.
This morning, I took her shopping, certain she was the type to get gifts for her family and friends. There had been so much happiness on her face; and I found I loved to please her.