Page 62 of My Rival for Christmas

“Prove it,” she challenges.

“My fucking pleasure, sweetheart.” Without a moment’s hesitation, I shove two fingers inside her swollen cunt as I latch onto her clit with my mouth, sucking hard enough that her cries fill my ears.

She rides my face with a desperation echoing in my chest. My own hips pound into the mattress in the same unrelenting pace I’m eating her pussy with. Devouring her like she needs this orgasm to live, like it’s my only purpose in life to please her.

Her cries and chants only spur me on harder, making me want to please her more and more, until her words turn into desperate sounds and she shatters under my tongue with nothing but my name as she does.

I don’t stop, licking and sucking and biting her through her orgasm. My hips jerk against the mattress as I do, my own cry quickly chasing hers.

I stay here, face buried in Paige’s sweet folds, until I come down enough to realize what just happened.

A carnal, almost animalistic satisfaction fills my chest as I crawl on top of her, pressing a kiss between her breasts.

Bliss. Complete and utter bliss.

I don’t know how long we stay there, only our labored breaths filling the room, but I know I’ve never felt this content, this full in my entire life.

Paige eventually pries her sated eyes open. “Let me take care of you.”

Paige reaches for my waistband. I stop her with a shake of my head, an euphoric smile on my lips.

She narrows her eyes at me. “I can give a blowjob, Nathan.”

My chest shakes with suppressed laughter. “Trust me, I’d love nothing more than to have your mouth around my dick, Paige. But you’re not the only one that came just now.”

Paige’s mouth drops, surprise overtaking her delicate features. “You mean…”

I roll off her so she can see the dark stain on my gray sweats. “Best orgasm ever.”

Maybe I should be embarrassed I just came in them like some kind of fourteen-year-old virgin, but the pride in Paige’s face, knowing she has that much control over me, makes this moment more than worth it. “And here I thought athletes were supposed to have better stamina.”

I laugh, loud and booming, wrapping my arms around her and rolling us over until she’s sprawled across my chest—just like when I woke up.

We lie wrapped around each other. Existing, breathing, living each other.

And I can’t help but notice how it feels like something has shifted between us. Something instinctual that has me wantingto hold on to this moment for as long as I can. To hold on to her for as long as she’ll let me.

I was made for Paige and she was made for me.

And I’m not walking away from her this time.

I just need to figure out a way to explain myself that doesn’t have her leaving me standing alone in the cold.

Rubbing my thumb along her bare shoulder, I open my mouth to start when my phone goes off with an alert. Then another. And then another. Without letting go of Paige, I reach for where I left it on my nightstand and see it’s from my local weather app.

“Fuck.”

WINTER WEATHER ALERT:

HAZARDOUS ROADS: Ice on Northern Mountain Roads

Due to the following conditions, local officials are advising residents in the following areas to shelter in place until it’s safer to travel. No emergency rescue vehicles can get you until the ice is melted.

Please do not try to venture out on your own.

Help will not arrive.

Pay attention to local weather for further updates.

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