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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. And I don't mean the jewelry kind.
Fuck Oliver, his betrayal, and his dick that could never get me off. Fuck his cow's lick haircut I always hated, his shitty taste in music, and the constant shit stains he'd leave in the toilet.
"So... Paxton? That's an interesting thing to be called." "Thanks, I guess." Though it doesn't feel like a compliment. "It's a family name." "You come from a long line of Paxtons?" "No. It was my mother's maiden name." "And she thought it would make a good first name for her son?"
"You'll have to stay here," I state simply. Because there is no other option as far as I can see. Navy eyes raise to mine, swimming with frustration and disbelief. "I can't impose on you like that." "Well, it's either that or you die a slow death in the snow. I know what I'd do if I were you." "Yeah, I'm leaning toward death too."
This woman... this fascinating, mesmerising, borderline psychopathic woman will be the death of me. But it isn't her midnight hair that falls perfectly to nipple length, or even her eyes that are so hypnotically dark they appear almost black that has me completely enraptured. It isn't even her body or her beauty or the smell of wildflowers on her skin. It's the fact that she's a little unhinged.
"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 want to watch her choke on my dick while I tell her how pretty she looks with a mouth full of my cock. I want to wrap her hair around my fist as I pound into her from behind, whispering in her ear that her tight little cunt was made for me to use however I want and whenever I want.
I pull my head back from her breast to look up at her. "Did he kiss you?" "Why are you doing this?" "Because no matter how hard he made you come, I will make you come harder," I growl. "Now answer me. Did he kiss you, December?"
"I called to say I'm sorry, okay? How was I supposed to know you'd be home early?"
"What exactly are you apologising for? Coming all over my sister's face, or getting caught doing it?"
"I can hear you thinking," he whispers. I bite my lip, trapping the small moan threatening to break free just from hearing the deep timbre of his voice.
"Stop staring." I choke. "What?" "My dick, December. It won't go down if you keep looking at it."
"Mouth open."
"Wider, baby. I wanna see that pretty tongue."
"That's a good girl. Now wrap your lips around me and fucking suck."
"Fuck, baby, that's it." She looks up at me through her lashes with her mouth stuffed full of my cock, her expression one of utter innocence. "You think I'm gonna buy that look when you can suck dick this good?"
"Head down, baby. I want your ass in my face when I eat your pussy from the back."
"God, there isn't a pussy in the world that feels like this."
"You take me so good, December. You're the perfect little slut, aren't you, baby?"
"Can you stop staring at my pussy, please?" I feign an annoyed scowl. Paxton pouts. "But it's so pretty."
"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."
"Just like that." Paxton groans, his eyelids shuttering. "Fuck, you know how to ride a dick." "I can't wait to make you come," I whimper, "Yeah?" His hands find my hips once more to guide my movements.
"Go on then, baby. Fuck all the cum out of this dick."
Behind me, December snores gently, rustling the bed sheets as she shifts into a comfortable position. Then, to my utmost surprise, she lets out a tremendous fart that has me fighting to stifle my laughter.
Meaghan the model would never. But I don't want Meaghan the model. I want the smart-mouthed, unhinged woman, who has a terrible taste in nightwear and apparently farts in her sleep.
"Okay... would you rather have an arranged marriage, or marry Meaghan the model?" He grimaces. "Arranged marriage." My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "What? I thought you've been wanting to screw Meaghan for ages."
He shrugs. "Doesn't mean I want to marry her." "But what if the woman you have to marry is horrible?" "I considered that, but my thought process was this. If I have an arranged marriage, my wife could end up being you."
"You gonna come already, little slut?" he grits through his teeth. "You gonna be a good girl and drench my fingers for me?"
"I'll never get enough of this sweet little pussy." He moans, fucking into me with long, hard thrusts. "Best cunt in the whole fucking world."
"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."
