Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
He slammed harder and deeper, knowing he wasn’t going to stop this time, or hold back. He needed to fuck her and as he did, he felt his orgasm start to build, and when it hit him in a wave, he slid to the hilt inside her, shooting each jet of his cum deep into her womb.
Rebel didn’t let her go and he knew his grip would be bruising. She would have marks on her hips where he held her.
Leaning over her, he pressed kisses to her neck. The only downside to fucking her over the pool table was that he didn’t get easy access to those glorious tits.
He heard his stomach growl. He hadn’t eaten since lunchtime, and it was already approaching midnight.
Willow had opted to open on Christmas Eve but only until nine. He understood why, because last year she had stayed open till quite late, and there had only been one or two people who hadn’t wanted to go home for the festive season. This time, she had been much stricter.
“I can cook you something upstairs,” Willow said.
“You’re going to take care of me?” he asked.
“I’m going to feed you, if you’ll let me.”
He had no intention of leaving just yet and was more than happy for her to feed him.
“I only have one request,” he said.
“Yes?”
“You have to feed me naked.”
Willow chuckled and then turned her head as much as she could without it hurting.
“Why am I completely naked and you’re fully dressed? How is that even fair?”
“I needed you naked and I couldn’t get my dick out of my pants.”
She rolled her eyes but he saw the warm glow to her cheeks.
He slowly pulled out of her and when she tried to stand up, he stopped her by placing a hand at the base of her back, holding her in place. “Hold on.”
Rebel hadn’t used a condom.
He knew he was supposed to, but he simply didn’t want to. There was a risk of pregnancy with her, but he wasn’t going to spoil their time. He would deal with any consequences in the New Year.
For now, he was just going to enjoy her, which is what he’d been spending the year wanting to do.
His cum had started to leak out of her cunt, and he felt a twitch in his cock. He already wanted her again, but he reached down, grabbed the ruined remnants of her panties, and wiped away his cum. In the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but wish he’d pushed it back inside. Willow was a keeper, and he wanted her all to himself.
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“Why don’t you head on upstairs and I’ll make sure everything is closed down here, then I’ll join you?” Rebel said.
“Okay.”
She went to leave but then Rebel pulled her back and surprised her even further by demanding a kiss from her. It was just a simple brush of lips, and she couldn’t help but smile before leaving, very aware of her ass.
Willow tried not to turn back to see if he was watching her, but as she got to the door that led to her home, she glanced back and Rebel was watching her. She saw his gaze go from her ass, then up to her face. He’d been watching her. She left and couldn’t help but smile. This was crazy. A Christmas romp, that was all this was.
She didn’t know if he intended to stay in her life until New Year’s, or until he had his fill of her. She wasn’t quite sure which would come first. All she had to do was not allow her heart to get involved, which should be easy.
She didn’t love Rebel and had no feelings for him, other than the basic attraction she felt. That was all this was. Two people, enjoying sex at the holidays.
A little bit of naughty mingled in with all the nice that was going on.
Willow made her way into the kitchen and she glanced down at her body. Would it be so wrong to wear some clothes? Rebel hadn’t wanted her to wear clothes, so she decided against anything, and stepped into the kitchen.
She had never cooked anything naked before. This was going to be interesting. Opening her fridge, she saw the Brussels sprouts she’d been saving for tomorrow. She was one of those rare people that actually loved them.
This time of the year, she loved them boiled, fried, roasted, and even raw. She craved them, and she also loved to eat them with chilies as well to make them spicy. Willow loved to experiment with food, but she had never cooked for Rebel. She didn’t have a clue if he had any food allergies or what foods he liked or disliked. Maybe she should ask him.
Willow shook her head. No. This was sex. Nothing more. And she wasn’t going to allow it to be more than what it was.