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of fucking your mouth.” He pulled a condom out of the nightstand. “You must need a little bit of relief yourself after the cocksucking you just did.”
I raised an eyebrow as he presented me with it.
“Show me how you do it. Ride me. Be the little cock-hungry Christmas slut you want to be,” he said in that deep voice.
I took the condom and smiled craftily. I was high on life. It was finally turning a corner, and Jonathan’s cock was my reward.
Unwrapping the condom, I rolled it down his cock, watching him again shudder blissfully under my touch. I climbed on top of him, his cock throbbing behind my ass, ready to take me. I grabbed him by the shaft and guided him right into me, my pussy aching with need for him.
The first moments of him entering me were always so damn good. A tide of bliss rose inside me, so powerful, so good—it really got my fires burning and made me yearn with anticipation of what was to come.
I rocked up and down on his cock, letting the bliss fill me, watching him shudder as my pussy squeezed him like a vise. He had told me to take command here, but he couldn’t help himself from joining in and enjoying my body as much as I was enjoying his.
His hands glided up my sides, caressing my breasts despite them being stained with our previous act’s mess. As he sucked on them, a little perk of bliss spiked. All the while, I slid up and down his cock, enjoying every bit of friction between us, every bit of ecstasy that came from our bodies meeting.
I was moaning for him soon enough, trying to hold onto his shoulders, trying to fuck him harder and faster. As I struggled to maintain my pace, he took over. With his large hands on my hips, he used his strength to make our fucking a faster, more sudden, stronger thing.
In the heights of my ecstasy, I tried to remind myself not to get too attached, that I was going to be leaving, but I wanted to be here with him forever. All that mattered was the incredible energy between us, Jonathan telling me hoarsely that he loved me, and the intensity of it all.
All of it was so goddamn perfect.
He must have been right there with me when my sensitive body couldn’t take it anymore. The orgasm erupted through me, sending me screaming in delight. I felt him do the same, his hands clamping down on my hips, holding me tightly as he finished, the heat pulsing within me, even through the condom.
I collapsed on top of him, the wonderful aches of the moment pounding through me. Jonathan pressed kisses to my neck and face and lips. “I love you, Morticia,” he whispered, cradling me tightly.
He doesn’t mean it; it was just the orgasm.
But a part of me wished he did—and wanted to say it back.
56
Jonathan
The next morning I woke up to Morticia’s phone ringing. She didn’t stir. It went to voicemail then started ringing again. I fished it out of one of the piles of clothes on the floor.
Belle.
“Hey,” I said sleepily, answering it.
My sister huffed out an irritated breath on the other end of the line. “I thought we told you not to sleep with the contestants!”
I stretched. “I’ve had a stressful holiday season,” I told her.
“Don’t let anyone see you with her,” my sister ordered.
“Uh-huh.”
“Seriously. If someone other than Morticia wins the competition, you have to pretend to be in love for a few months. People want the holiday romance. I’m even thinking of doing a spin-off series of you and the winner’s first few months together.”
“Uh…” I looked back at Morticia. “That’s not going to work for me.”
“Guess what? A lot of things that have happened have not worked for me,” Belle said sharply.
I cringed. I knew it; she was still mad at me.
“Okay,” I said, “I’ll do the spin-off.” I did not want my sister to disappear again.
Morticia would understand. Hopefully.
I walked into the studio a few hours later, preparing for a long but fairly generic holiday bake-off session. Sarah was making big eyes at me as she and the other three remaining contestants lined up.
“Ladies,” Anastasia announced, “congratulations on making it this far. Unfortunately, one person has to go home. Sarah, you received the fewest fan votes.”
“Probably because she’s married!” Keeley said loudly.
“Yes, but I’m going to divorce him!” Sarah cried out.