Page 123 of Merry Christmas, You Filthy Animal
“Squeeze your... tits,” he says, the muscles in his neck straining, the sinew in his forearm flexing. “Fuck, I want to come on them.”
I part my shirt, then push my breasts together, only for him to lower some more and pump harder until he lets out a feral moan and busts all over my chest. It’s easily the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, watching this breathtaking man unravel before my eyes.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters as he strokes himself lightly and then opens his eyes to find my gaze on him. “Christ.”
I wet my lips, his hot cum decorating my chest. “No one has ever done that to me.”
Catching his breath, he asks, “Did you like it?”
I nod. “More than I probably should have.”
He smirks and then leans down and places a kiss on my lips. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Max
Desperately, I want to text Cole like a giddy schoolgirl and tell him that I just came all over Betty’s delicious tits, but it’s past midnight, and I’m sure that’s the last thing he wants to be woken up by. Or told for that matter.
But fuck. What was that?
I wasn’t expecting to even share a bed with her, let alone get the opportunity to play with her. And yet here I am, waiting on the mattress for her to finish cleaning up, fresh from an orgasm and riding on cloud fucking nine.
And the best part about all of it is that she believes me.
She actually believes me.
I wasn’t sure that would happen. It still angers me that Dwight has held a grudge for all these years over something I didn’t do.Why not just ask me?And although I haven’t been completely honest with Betty, I’m glad that she’s seen the parts of my character thatshowher that I’m not cruel and thoughtless. Vindictive.
Betty comes back into the living room, her shirt buttoned up but nothing on her legs. She tiptoes across the hardwood floor,and then quickly shimmies under the covers and attaches herself to my side, cuddling in close.
Fuck, I like this.
I like her.
I place my arm around her and keep her close as I kiss the top of her head. “Are you cold again?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she says, placing her feet up against my legs.
“Fuck, your feet are cold.”
She chuckles. “I’m sorry. Let me grab my socks.”
“Do you want me to grab you a new pair? Or maybe warm them up by the fire for a moment?”
“Maybe the fire,” she says.
I lift up, find her socks, and lay them out on the hearth. “Let those warm up for a second.” Then I lie back down and pull her against my chest again, hoping my body heat helps. “You want to put your pants back on?”
“No, they’ll just fall off anyway. I just need my feet covered, and then I should be good.”
“I can add another blanket,” I suggest.
She rubs my chest with her hand. “Really, this is good. Stop worrying about me.”
“Yeah, easy for you to say. You didn’t see what you looked like when I plucked you off your couch.” I let out a heavy breath, still thinking about it. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“Honestly... I thought that I could hunker down, but right before you came, I was thinking that maybe I’d have to call 911 because I could feel myself starting to slip. You... you saved me.” She kisses my chest, and I grip her tighter.
“You could have called me.”
