Chapter 49 Talbot #2
“Thrice. Your second wedding was actually quite charming. I really liked that blood red in the back of your dress.” I cup her tits, making her moan as I run my hands over all of her, reveling in her.
Mine.
Her panties are damp. She moans when I slide them down. Her panties end up trapped in the Christmas tree—not sure where, because I have my face buried between her legs.
She’s on her back, fingers tangled in my hair as I lick at her pussy, the tight opening, tasting her sweet cunt, sucking on her clit while she bucks against my mouth until she’s coming all over my face.
“Shit,” she slurs as I flip her over, bringing one of her legs up. The other trails on the carpet.
She clutches at the couch armrest as I finger her, spreading her while I roll on the condom.
“Need to be inside you.”
She chokes out a gasp as I shove my huge cock deep into her, slapping my balls against her wet pussy, rolling my hips to make sure I’m in good and deep before I slide out and ram into her again.
“Your pussy is so nice and tight for me.”
She just whimpers as I take her, one hand coming to ruthlessly pinch her nipples and squeeze her tits as I jackhammer into her hard and fast.
It takes all of the self-control honed over years and years of assassinations and military combat tours to slow my pace and listen to her whimper and beg and plead for me to fuck her, to give her my cock.
I stroke her clit and roll my fingers in the slick, hot slit of her cunt, digging my knuckles into her clit until her back arches and she comes on my cock.
Only then do I fuck her hard and fast, furiously pumping into her, drawing out her orgasm until I explode in the condom and she gasps out as I wring the pleasure out of her.
Afterward, we lie tangled together, her head on my chest, both of us breathing hard.
“I actually have a confession to make,” I say, staring up at the garland-draped chandelier on the high ceiling.
I feel her tense up.
“I probably implied that I came back because of your impeccable cooking skills, attention to detail, and sparkling personality, and the fact that I know you’ll be the world’s best mom, but that’s a lie.”
Her head turns.
I grin at her. “I actually came back because you have really nice tits.” I kiss them. “And a great ass.” I grab it then rub my palm over the curves. “And a smoking-hot body.”
I nuzzle her neck while she laughs.
“Is it okay if I sexually objectify you?”
I love her laugh.
“Only if I can sexually objectify you.”
“You did that from the moment you saw me.”
“No, I didn’t.” She slaps my chest.
“Gumdrop, you totally would have let me fuck your ass in that alleyway when we first met. Oh, also, the fact that you have enough disposable income to hire a very pricey hitman is the bourbon-soaked cherry on top.” I kiss the swell of her breast.
“You hungry?” she asks. “I can heat up some of the pesto salami pinwheels.”
“More questionably festive food? How about—” I reach for the bag. “I take care of the after-sex snacks.” I set it on her lap. “Merry Christmas.”
She opens the container. “Oh!” She tears up. “You made a snowman.”
I pull out the brown paper sack of olive oil–smeared sourdough toast.
“More wine?”
“Fuck,” Misty says, cutting out a chunk of the gooey burrata. “Did you make this bread too?”
“It’s not hard.”
“Okay, you’re definitely moving next door. The bread shop we buy from is performing highway robbery.”
“I’ll have to build a wood stove.”
“Sure, anything. Damn, this is good.”
“So you’ll be my cover story.”
“Hmm? Well, you’ll have to let me move in with you. You can’t stay here.” She gives me a quick kiss. “Ryan told me he likes you, and I don’t want him to decide he doesn’t.”
“Well, shit. I have to stay on his good side. You’re not moving in with me. We can’t live in unmarried sin.”
“Dammit, Talbot.”
I hold up a hand and feed her more cheese. “I need to buy us a house.”
“There are some cute cottages in Snowberry Court.”
“I’m trying to impress Ryan West here, Misty.
A cottage in Snowberry Court? I might as well just move you into a box on the side of the road.
” My fingers slide between her legs. “Also, it can count as your birthday present. Since I did the unthinkable and combined Christmas and birthday presents. But I do have a consolation prize in mind.”
“Oh yeah?” She arches back against me.
Her breath hitches as my fingers slide in her pussy, still raw and swollen from my cock, and she comes easily, messy all over my hand.
“After your snack, I’m going to throw you on the floor and fuck you hard. Okay?”
“Yes, please,” she slurs, the twitch of her hips making my cock hard against her thigh.
“Actually—” I slap her hands before she can reach for more bread. “Snack time is over.”
She squeals as I toss her on the couch, pillows scattered on the floor, then moans as I spread her pussy and mouth her as I roll on a condom.
I take her hard and quick in front of the fire on her hands and knees, legs spread wide for my cock as I fuck her, tits bouncing, pussy clenching around me until I’m coming hard in her.
Misty whines my name as her pussy clenches around my cock as I pump inside of her, then she comes as I explode in her.
“My next birthday,” Misty whispers to me, “I want you to come in me without the condom.”