“Fuck, Madison, you’ve got a dirty mouth, woman,” he muttered as he moved off me to stand at the end of the bed.
I scooted down the bed to sit on the end. He held his cock in his hand and pumped it while I got myself organised, his eyes never leaving me. I took his cock in my hand and looked up at him. “You love my dirty mouth, J. Especially when it’s got you inside it.” I watched as he sucked in a breath and then I lowered my mouth to wrap my lips around him. His grunt of approval and his hand on my head gave me all the encouragement I needed, and I began sucking and licking him.
Having J’s cock in my mouth was one of my favourite things to do, and I worked him up until I knew he was close to coming and then I pulled back, letting him go. I looked up at him and watched his eyes open with a questioning look.
“You gonna finish the job?” he asked in a husky voice.
God I love that voice.
I stood and murmured, “I want you to finish off in me.”
His arms came around me and in one swift movement he lifted me and threw me on the bed before climbing on top of me. “I would have preferred to blow down your throat, sweetheart,” he growled as he thrust inside me. Pulling back out, he asked, “Is that what you wanted?” And then he thrust in again.
Hard.
“Yes . . . don’t stop, baby . . .” Fuck, I loved it when he gave it to me like this. I gripped on tight because J was about to take me for a ride. My nails dug into his skin as he kept thrusting in and out, hard and fast. His breathing also came hard and fast, and he dropped his head as he focused on chasing our orgasms.
My body came alive under his like it had for no other man.
Ever.
And he had been right when he said I would agree to anything while he was fucking me because right now, if he were to ask me for a baby, I would say yes. Hell, I would say yes to twins so long as he never stopped giving me what he was giving me right now.
As every nerve ending of mine lit up and I felt like I would explode from the pleasure, his body tensed and he came. I followed right after him and as the release rushed through me, I stilled and let it claim me.
Oh god, this was my own little slice of J heaven. I could happily live here twenty-four seven.
“Babe, you okay?”
J’s voice dragged me back from the trance he’d put me in and I opened my eyes and looked at him. The love and tenderness I saw in his eyes caused my belly to somersault. I nodded and whispered, “Yeah.”
He dropped his lips to mine and kissed me before saying, “Good because round two’s coming.”
Hell yes.
“You always know the magic words.”
He grinned. “Wait till we get to round four, sweetheart. I’ve got something special planned for you today.”
Desire hit me in the gut. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he was going to fuck me into exhaustion. “Looks like you’re carrying me home because I won’t be able to walk once you’re finished with me.”
His grin spread further across his face. “Maybe if I fuck you really well over the next few days you’ll have to cancel the Christmas party due to cock fever.”
I laughed. “What the hell is cock fever?”
He kissed me again, slowly and deeply, and then said, “It’s when your pussy’s so worn out from sex that you can’t move anymore.”
Still laughing and now also shaking my head, I murmured, “The shit you come out with . . .”
His brows rose. “What? It’s a real condition. And it would definitely stop you from being able to throw a fucking Christmas party.”
I looped my hands around his neck and said, “You should know by now that nothing could ever stop me from throwing a Christmas party. Not even this cock fever shit you just made up.”
He buried his head in my neck for a few moments before lifting it again and grumbling, “Fuck . . . you’re really gonna make me suffer through this party, aren’t you?”
“Yep.”
“It’s a good thing I love you then,” he muttered before shifting off me and leaving the bed.
I watched him as he walked into the bathroom. J had one of the best asses I’d ever seen and he’d been working out a lot lately. Between his ass and his other muscles, I could happily watch him for hours and not tire of the view. I really was lucky. Not only did my husband love me, but he also put up with my crazy antics and my need to bring family and friends together as often as possible. This Christmas party was about more than just my love of Christmas. It was a chance to reconnect our family after the awful events of the year. The events that had threatened to shatter us.
And there was no way I would let this opportunity pass.
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Chapter Two
Velvet