Whispers of December: A holiday novella

by Maisie Myers

Snow can be terrifying when it reminds you of things you'd rather forget. Like memories of ski trips with your fiancé before finding out that he's a lying, cheating fuckface who thinks an appropriate early Christmas gift for your sister is a pearl necklace.

Oh damn

"You didn't come in." I don't state it as a question, but it is one. Not that I would have wanted him to come in, it's just surprising that he didn't. "You didn't invite me in." Huh. I never knew serial killers had such manners. "Are you a vampire?" He blinks. "Excuse me?" "Can't come in until they're invited, but once they are, they'll never leave."

"I've told you once, I'm not here to hurt you." I scoff and motion with my hand toward his pants. "I'd believe that a lot more if you removed the gun from your pocket." With twitching lips as if concealing a laugh, he looks down at his crotch, then back up at me. “That’s not a gun."

Ahhhhahaha here we go😈

"When a woman fakes an orgasm, she'll make noises that are too pretty, too controlled. She may even clench her pussy in a way that's so convincing, a lesser man might believe it. Not me though."

Chuckling, he whispers, "When it's real, her skin flushes just here..." His finger draws a slow circle over my chest and a gasp slips itself free. "Her body will go completely rigid and the sounds she makes, it's like she's in pain. Like the pleasure I'm bringing her with my fingers, my tongue, my cock, is too much to take. It's fucking beautiful."

It's the fact that she's a little unhinged. And no, mental instability is not usually a turn on for me. But goddamn does it look good on the little hellion currently screaming her pleasure in the bedroom.

I see the slap coming long before it lands on my cheek, but I don't try to stop it. Grinning, I look down at her. "I like it rough, little hellion. You'll do well to remember that."

"You want my advice, Paxton?" she says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Date a girl who reads smut. It'll change your damn life." "Oh yeah?" I cock an eyebrow. "And how's that?" "We're the biggest freaks. Whatever kink you've got, you'll find a smut slut to satisfy your desires. Even rape fantasies, but we call it consensual non-consent in our world."

🤭

"Hey." She gives me a look of genuine offence. "We don't kink shame in our community." "Please extend my apologies to the rest of the... smut sluts."

"On the subject... what exactly does that mean?" "A slut for smut." She looks at me like I'm a legit dumbass and should know this shit. "We spread our legs for our book boyfriends, and we shut the fuck up and take that dick like the good fucking girls we are." I choke again. Jesus fucking Christ. There is no way to tell what this woman is going to say next. She's the most unpredictable, chaotic and fascinating person I have ever met, hands down. I think I'm gonna marry her.

😝

This woman is my soul mate, I'm sure of it. Because I like my good girls to be sluts, and I like my sluts to be good girls.

"Has no one ever told you that you should never talk to a woman while she's reading? Seriously, where are your manners?"

The things I could do to this woman... the ways I could throw her around.

"Why are you doing this?" "Because no matter how hard he made you come, I will make you come harder," I growl.

I squeeze her ass, then slap it, just to feel it jiggle against my hand. "You're fucking perfect, December. Don't think for a single second that you aren't."

"Wider, baby. I wanna see that pretty tongue."

Want to make a mess of her face and tits, splatter her with my cum, painting her skin like an abstract masterpiece. And I will.

Flipping her, I land a sharp slap on her ass and pull her hips up so she's on her hands and knees. Then I kneel behind her and demand, "Head down, baby. I want your ass in my face when I eat your pussy from the back."

Oh i fucking LOVE that move😩👏🏼

But the night has only just begun, and I'm not finished with her yet. "Don't get too comfortable, little hellion. We're nowhere near finished." "Oh God, you're gonna kill me aren't you?" "I hope not, but if I do, you'll die a happy woman."

"You take me so good, December. You're the perfect little slut, aren't you, baby?"

Fucking FUCK🥵🔥🔥🔥

He wraps a strong hand around my throat, glaring down at me. "I asked you a question. You're the perfect little slut," he repeats. "Aren't you?"

Why did I just shout “yes”

"Such a tight little cunt," he growls. "So fucking wet and needy. She wants to come again, doesn't she?"

SHE?!?!!

"Should I give her what she wants?" "Please." He moans, his eyes rolling back. "Say it again." "Please, Paxton. Please make me come again."

HE MOANS?! ROLLING HIS EYES BACK?!

"Can you stop staring at my pussy, please?" I feign an annoyed scowl. Paxton pouts. "But it's so pretty."

"We don't have to do this, you know?" He frowns. "What?" "Cuddling. I don't need it." He shakes his head and pulls me tighter against it. "Who says this is for you?"

I've always lost interest in a woman the moment my cum leaves my dick. Have never felt the urge to throw my arms around her and hold her close to me. I've only ever thought about how fast I can get her out of my bed. But laying there beside to December as our breathing steadied, bathing in the afterglow of sex, none of the usual thoughts I'm so used to thinking came to me at all. All I wanted was to hold her. It wasn't something I had power over, the wrapping of my arm around her waist. It wasn't my brain controlling my movements, it was my soul. My heart.

This is my favvvvvv🥹

I roll my eyes at myself. One fuck with this woman has turned me into a simp.

"Still so goddamn wet," he groans, his voice a low rumble of thunder. "Did I not fuck you good enough earlier?"

"That's it, baby." Paxton's deep voice coaxes me through the orgasm. "You fucking love my cock, don't you? Perfect little whore."

"Bounce on it, baby," he commands me. "Show me what a good girl you can be."

"Go on then, baby. Fuck all the cum out of this dick."

"Honesty is the best policy from now on, yeah?" she says with a gentle smile. "Well, in that case..." I pause, giddy with mischief. "You fart in your sleep." "Go fuck yourself, Rhodes." The door slams in my face. "Merry Christmas Eve to you too, little hellion. We're gonna have a good day today, I can feel it."

"What are you doing to me, Paxton?" I whisper, pulling his head up to look him in the eye. "I don't know, December." He tilts forward, resting his forehead against mine, and flutters his eyes closed. "But whatever it is, you're doing it to me, too."

"Would you rather have sex on the bed, or the couch?" Dimples wink from across the sofa, before Paxton launches himself toward me. His hands curl around my thighs, thrusting me into his arms, then he's all but running through the cabin to the bedroom. I'm in the air before I know what's happening, landing on the mattress in a tumble of limbs and billowing sheets.

"You gonna come already, little slut?" he grits through his teeth. "You gonna be a good girl and drench my fingers for me?"

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"Think you can give me one more?" he asks. I don't even have control over myself enough to say no. "I think you can, baby," he says. "Just one more."

Gah he’s so hot

Reluctantly, I drag myself from the bed, leaning over her to brush my lips across her forehead. "Sweet dreams, my sweet girl."

I jus a wittle babyyy😇😇

And when I'm absolutely certain he's asleep, I whisper all the words I've been too afraid to tell him. "I'll miss you so much when you're gone. I wish you didn't have to go, wish I could keep you here with me forever." Ghosting my lips over his heart as tears splash onto his chest, I tell him, "Thank you for giving me the best Christmas I've ever had."

"Everything," I breathe. "You were, are, fucking everything."

"I've spent my life numbing myself by jumping from bed to bed. I thought living that way was what I wanted, but you showed me how empty I've always been. How I've never allowed myself to feel anything, because I thought love was something that only leads to pain. I realize now that blocking myself off from anything meaningful was only hurting me more. When you told me about your grandparents, how your Gramps moved out here because the house he shared with your Ma didn't feel like home without her, I didn't really understand it. But I think I do now. Because you've taught me that home is a person, not a place. You've made me realize that I don't need money or a fancy apartment, because I'd rather sleep on the streets with you by my side, than live in a palace without you."

I want to be the one who makes you question everything and show you that the answer is always us. You and me. I want you at your sickest, and I want you at your best. I want to be the one who helps you sleep at night, and the one who keeps you awake. I want to love you, and fuck you, and celebrate you every day.