He gently pulled his cock out and then tenderly thrust back into me.
Groaning, I arched up a little.
He paused and kept that same hot connection between us—his cock lodged inside of me and his body molded against mine. “You don’t know why I’m saying thank you?”
“Can we talk about this later?”
“This is important.”
“Making love to me is important too.”
“And what about expressing my gratitude?”
“The baby doesn’t care about your gratitude or mommy wanting to have an orgasm. All she wants to do is cry for breast milk.”
“I’ve tasted the milk. I can understand why Gloria cries for it.” He pulled his cock out.
I trembled in hunger.
He thrust into me again.
I moaned.
“Your dad said he is on nighttime feeding duty this evening.”
I widened my eyes. “When did he say that?”
“After the fashion show. I helped him put a cot next to her crib and made several bottles with your milk.”
I smirked. “That’s the emergency supply.”
“And right now it’s an emergency.” Saint slipped his cock in and out of me, taking away any thoughts or words I could have had. And then he pulled his cock out and I whimpered.
Hungry as ever, I gazed at him. “Come back.”
“Thank you.”
“This again?” I pouted. “My pussy wants to be thanked by your cock.”
“That was an amazing thing you did for Timothy tonight, including his designs in your charity fashion event. It warmed my heart. And wheeling him out onto the runway for the finale—”
“Baby, I love my brother a whole lot. And I was moved by the moment too. However, I want to fuck. Right. Now.”
“Is that right?” He slipped his hands between my thighs and toyed with my clitoris. As soon as his fingertips caressed the throbbing bud, I shuddered in pure passion. Erotic sensation after sensation overtook me.
He performed magical tricks on my pussy, massaging my clit in spirals that incited me to spread my legs as wide as I could. Lusty delight buzzed all over me. All tension left me.
I moaned, “Saint.”
My breathing grew shallow. I moved my hips with the rhythm of his fingers.
Still playing with my pussy, Saint brushed his lips against my ear. “Thank you for being an amazing wife and a loving mother.”
My body blazed on fire.
And then he was back inside of me with that thick, long cock, fucking me hard and probably filling me up with a second child.
At first, it was slow strokes. Gentle thrusts. Sensual pumping. The tip of his cock massaged the tender spot within me that drove me to madness. And as always, when he found it, he rubbed that spot with his cock, drawing circles within me and rocking his hips. My heart pounded in my chest. Any control I had shattered under his attention.
I cried in pleasure, hoping my father, his wife, Timothy, and the baby didn’t hear me. Next time they came to visit, I would have to put them in a hotel.
His gentle lovemaking shifted to deep plunges and heart-shattering pounding.
Fucking me harder, he gripped my thighs, keeping them down and open. I squirmed from the assault of pleasure. Grunting, he claimed my mouth. All solid muscle and raw man, Saint was strong, powerful, and all mine. No one else could have him—not one sample.
“Fuck.” He deliciously rammed that cock inside of me. “Looks like we’re going to give Gloria a brother. All I can think about is coming inside of you.”
“Oh.”
“I’m going to fill you with me.”
“Oh.”
“You want that, baby?”
“Yes.”
“You want to be dripping with me?”
“God, yes!” My body shuddered.
Deeper and deeper, he thrust into me, giving me no real moment to breathe. I panted and moaned. Hot pleasure rose. My body trembled with the urge to release.
“Oh, Saint!”
“Yes, baby. Just like that.”
“Oh.” I wrapped my arms around him and dug my fingernails into his back unable to help myself.
We merged into one pulsing body, rocking and groaning together.
“Yes. Take it, Ivy.”
My core clenched tight. I gritted my teeth, knowing I would come soon.
“Oh, yeah.” He picked up the pace. “I see it. You’re close.”
“Yes.”
“Fuck yes.” He grunted and hammered that cock into me.
Sensual pressure surged in my veins. My head spun. I cried in pleasure, loving the beginning of the breakdown. And then I fell into my orgasm. Electric heat burst through my body and I shattered. Detonated. Exploded. I moaned so loud as the orgasm violently ripped through me.
Saint followed.
We crashed together. Sweat dripped. My pussy shuddered. His cock jerked and swelled. Climaxes blasted through the both of us. We rocked in delirium, groaning and grunting as one. Wave after wave rushed. Sizzling sensations rippled. He shot hot cum into me, soaking my pussy.
And then we collapsed into a panting embrace.
It took several minutes for us to regain our breaths and calm down.
When we did, I was the first to break the silence. “If I knew that sex with you would get better and better, I may have married you right out of high school.”
“My cock appreciates that compliment.”
He left me and rolled over.
I pouted. “Where are you going? One of my other favorite parts of your fucking me is the cuddling afterward.”
He grabbed something from the floor and brought it to me. “And what about gifts? Do you like those too?”
“Well,” I widened my eyes and sat up in bed. “I’m not against gifts.”
He handed me the box. “Open it.”
“It’s not Christmas until next week.”
“Happy Anniversary.”
“We got married in July.”
“This is sort of my personal anniversary. This is the day you told me you were pregnant with Gloria.”
I smiled.
“And now we have a beautiful baby girl. Thank you, Ivy.”
“You don’t have to thank me, Saint. You’ve healed me. You’ve given me an exciting life full of happiness and more pleasure than I could ever imagine.”
“For me, it’s double that and more.” He gestured to the box. “So, thank you and Happy Anniversary for letting me know that I am a father.”
“God, I love you.”
“Get up too.”
I quirked my brows. “Why?”
“I want to help you put it on.”
“Wait. Is it that necklace I’ve been talking about?”
“Am I the best husband in the world?”
DEAR READER,
If you loved Ghosts of Christmas, please leave a review!
I wanted to end this year with a heartwarming story about love and healing. I hope you enjoyed Ivy and Saint’s journey.
For those wondering about upcoming releases for the Lion and Mouse series, I am writing book 6 now! It’s violent, hot, and mind-blowing! It will be released early 2021 (Jan/Feb). For the Butcher and the Violinist series, Jean-Pierre’s three cousins will have standalone novels released back-to-back this summer.