Christmas Stalking Read Online Ella Goode

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Drama, Erotic, Funny, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
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Meaning someone is engineering this getaway. She might be in witness protection. “It’s okay. You’ll tell me when you feel like it. Why don’t we go inside and light a fire? It’s starting to snow.” I tilt my head toward the windows.

Her eyes light up. “It is.” She hops to her feet and rushes over to the glass. “I can’t believe it. I don’t have any Christmas decorations. My house looks so unfestive that it hardly feels like the holidays are here.”

“You need a pumpkin latte and some mistletoe.” I drape a towel over her shoulders and peer over her shoulder. The closeness of her body to mine makes my cock ache. Desire builds on my tongue like a physical thing that I can taste and feel. I tighten my hands and pull her back until her ass is rubbing against my thighs and my cock is pressed into her spine.

She inhales but doesn’t move. I slide my right hand down her arm and then across her pelvis to rest above her sex. “Don’t move, Dollface. Keep watching the snow. It’s pretty, isn’t it?” I curl my fingers over her swimsuit bottom. The fabric is wet. From the pool? From her? I’m not sure. I rub slowly in light circles. Her breathing hitches and becomes uneven. She leans backward against my chest.

When I move my hand lower, her stance widens. I push the material away and press my fingers against her cunt.

“You feel so good, Dollface. I can’t wait to put my mouth here. I bet you taste even better.” I bite the top of her earlobe, and her legs buckle. I haul her upright with my left arm and hold her tightly against me. With my right hand, I enter her, slow and easy. She’s tight and soft and fucking hot. “I might not last the night, Bell. I might burn up just touching you like this, just having my finger in your heated cunt. You’re so fucking sexy, and I want all of you. I want to fuck you with my fingers, my tongue, my cock. I want you to sit on my face while I eat you out. I want you on all fours on the lounge chair while I hammer into you from behind. I want to lay you out on a bed of roses and fuck you for hours. All you gotta do is say the word.”

CHAPTER 12

BELL

“Jackson.” I moan. No one has ever spoken to me the way he just did. It’s filthy, giving me a side of him that I thought might be lingering under the surface, but it never fully came through until now. I would see small glimpses of it in his eyes when he watched me.

At times I was starting to wonder if he was even interested in me sexually. I thought maybe it might be more like playful flirting. That he’s been sticking around because he knows I’m scared of something and he’s not the type of man that would leave a woman vulnerable.

Then I would remind myself Jackson has a whole team of men and a few women that work for him. He’s secured my place like Fort Knox, but still every night somehow we end up in bed together. A few times at his house and the others at mine. In all of the time we’ve spent together, he hasn’t so much as kissed me. Not even a little peck.

He has, however, given me lingering touches. He’ll hold me close when I fall asleep. Hell, a few times I woke up wrapped around him. But still he hadn’t made a move on me. Jackson is playing the long game with me, and I’m quickly falling in love with him, which is scary and exciting at the same time.

“You want to come for me, Dollface? Ask me for it. I need to know that you want it.” I grip the forearm of his hand that’s between my spread thighs. It’s not because I want him to stop. It’s because I’m scared he will. There is no turning back now. I want this more than anything. I’ve never felt more wanted or desired in my life.

“I want it,” I admit.

“Turn your head. I want your mouth.” I do as I’m told, turning my head to the side. He claims my mouth in a kiss as his fingers start to move inside of me. The palm of his hand rubs against my clit with each thrust as he moves his fingers in and out of me.

When he licks the seam of my mouth, I part my lips for him. He delves inside, kissing me with so much hunger. I swear I can feel his need for me through his kiss. It’s all too much. He overwhelms me but in the sweetest of ways.


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