My hands returned to her tits as Merrie slid down on top of me.
I didn't think I would ever get enough of her hot, tight little pussy. Or the little pleasured sound she made as she started to rise and fall over me. My hands fell to her hips to guide her and hold her as I thrust up into her.
I knew that I had hit her sweet spot when her mouth fell open with a little gasp. Her lips were swollen and red from our kissing, but I captured her mouth again… having her in almost every way but still not able to get enough of her.
Merrie trembled around me, and her little gasps of pleasure reached a higher pitch.
My climax was edging up on me, and I could tell she was close too.
I hit that little spot over and over, practically coming off the bed to pound up into her.
Her arms looped around my shoulders as she held on for dear life, and I felt and heard her climax ripple through her.
I shut my eyes and came, spilling into her with a grunt and a few more satisfied thrusts.
65
Merrie
Iswept up the sprinkles and bits of icing from my latest batch of cookie making.
We were a week out from Christmas. Even though I was selling a lot of cookies, I wasn’t sure if I would break even.
Probably need to stop going to family holiday parties and start baking every single waking hour. Also probably need to stop spending so much time with Matt.
But I was quickly becoming addicted to being with the handsome billionaire.
He’s going to kick you out once he realizes you can’t pay your rent, I warned myself.
The idea of him not being with me anymore was heartbreaking.
You’re just hungry.
He had been a perfect gentleman at my mother’s shit show of a Christmas party. What if that meant there was something there? Something more?
He’s not going to marry someone like you.
But what if I wanted him to?
The bells above the entry door jingled.
“I’m sorry. We are in between batches of cookies,” I said to the elegant couple that stood in my shop. They had intense blue eyes, and the man had the same platinum white hair as Matt.
I set the broom down and wiped my hands on my skirt then inwardly cursed as the woman made a face like I had just kissed a frog.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
“So, you’re the girl my son has taken up with,” the woman stated, inspecting my shop. It was clear she did not like what she saw. “You know, he never calls, never writes. We don’t know what’s going on with him. We came all this way to Harrogate and can’t even reach him.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, wincing. “Was Matt supposed to be somewhere with you yesterday? I ended up dragging him to my mom’s holiday party, well, her second holiday party—she was hosting the feral cat committee, which, come to think of it, were the same people at her last party. I guess we just really like Christmas in our family!”
Matt’s mom raised an eyebrow.
“So, you’re dragging my son to your family’s Christmas parties,” Matt’s father said, “but not allowing him to come to our party.”
“How controlling and conniving. I hope this is not how you’re planning on conducting your relationship,” his mother said sharply. “It’s selfish to cut him off from his family.”
“Of course not!” I said, appalled. “I had no idea you were having a Christmas party. Of course we’ll be there!”
