Chapter 19
Chapter 19
(Kaden POV)
"I'm sorry," a soft, familiar voice calls out.
I stir in my sleep and struggle to open my eyes. "What for?" I ask. My
eyes open completely.
Oh, baby.
Annabel stands by my bed and spots my sweatshirt that belongs to
me, which has the word "Joy" written across it. Ah, she brings me so
much joy.
My inner self smiles at me. You definitely hit the jackpot when you found her.
I lower my eyes past her waist. She didn't bother to wear any pants.
Please don't wear any panties. I chant the phrase in my head. The
thought fires more desire to my morning wood, further hardening it.
Her hair is styled into a messy bun. My cock approves. It's a "Yes"
from me. She never fails to please me. My girl.
She responds to my question that I almost forget about thanks to her
impeccable beauty, "For not sleeping in your bed last night." She
snaps me out of my thoughts.
Oh, you better be sorry, baby. I barely could get any quality sleep
without you safe and sound in my arms. But, I try to sound
unaffected. "It's okay, baby." It's really not, fuck.
To my desire, she lets down her hair so it cascades down past her shoulders almost reaching her waist.
Then, she slides her sweatshirt past her head, letting it fall to the floor after. She stands completely
naked. She's prepared for me. Oh, shit.
She walks closer to my bed and peels the comforter off my skin,
exposing me to the chill air. Goosebumps form—either from the chill air or from how insanely gorgeous
my girl is, probably from both.
She admires the sight of my bare skin, her eyes slowly shifting from Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
my face to head south. She stops at my cock, raging with desire. She licks her lips. Oh, fuck, just come
here already, he's all yours, baby.
Always.
I continue to stare at her, awaiting for her next move. She reaches
for my length and starts to stroke it teasingly slow. Oh my God.
Then, she climbs into bed and straddles my hips. With her hand, she
stills my cock and eases it into my favorite place in the whole world.
She groans softly, making me groan, too, as my dick stretches her
tight entrance, and warmth and wetness immediately blankets my
length as it slides inside her.
My cock is fully inside her. She begins to ride me, teasing me more.
She cups my throat, and I grip her hips. She leans in, places a kiss
on my jawline, and grazes her teeth against the contour. After, she
covers my cheek with several affectionate kisses. "I hope you can
forgive me, Sir," she whispers against my skin.
"Yes, I forgive you, angel," I murmur. Well, I don't really forgive her. I
smack her ass. Ride me harder if you want me to officially forgive
you, baby. She obeys, knowing what the slap meant. Fuck, yeah, I
forgive you for real this time. I'm already close to reaching my
climax, fuck. "Baby girl," I breathe.
She tugs on my lower lip with her teeth. Jesus.
"Your pussy feels so good, my love, b-but my toes—they're cold."
And, fuck, my toes are actually cold as I feel the chill air creeping along them. I move my feet so they're
hidden underneath the
comforter, away from the unpleasant chill. I groan to myself as my
erotic dream was interrupted by the damned cold.
The heater's been broken for two days now—too many days of
being separated from the heat and shivering. Thankfully, I'm
wearing a long-sleeved shirt and pants so I'm not shivering to
death. However, the fabric on my body is uncomfortable like an
itch left alone as I'm used to wearing nothing to bed. Anyways, the
guy who's supposed to come and fix the heater never showed up.
Unbelievable.
I think about my girl, and my blood simmers. Oh, how I would
usually be spooning with her: Her back to my front, my nose
nuzzling in the crook of her neck breathing in her intoxicating
scent, and my cock settling between the cheeks of her lovely ass.
The thought makes me feel warm inside.
All this thinking about my girl—where is she, anyways? I glance to
my side where her presence would usually be. Fuck. She's not
present. I'm freezing my balls off and my girl is not in my bed with
me? Outrageous.
I sit up and climb out of bed, abandoning the comforter. Driven by
frustration, I head down the stairs.
As I enter the living room, I am greeted by the much-needed warmth. I trace the source of the warmth
to the fireplace, where the fire spits and crackles, calming me. I walk closer to the
fireplace to warm myself. I sigh. I turn around and find a pleasing
sight, warming me more effectively than the fireplace.
In her slumber state, my girl looks peaceful, adorable, and fucking
gorgeous all at the same time on my couch. A smile tugs at my
lips. I stoop down and stroke her cheek, her skin feeling like satin
against my fingertips. "Good morning, gorgeous," I whisper.
She stirs and leans into my touch as I cup her cheek. Her eyes
flutter open and meet mine. They sparkle in the morning light; I
already get lost in them. "Good morning, Kaden."
I move my thumb to caress her supple lips. She kisses the pad of
my thumb. My sweet girl.
She makes room for me on the couch, and I gladly sit beside her.
"Did you sleep well, my love?" I ask.
"Yes. Did you?"
"Not this time. I've been freezing my balls off without you in my arms. The broken heater doesn't help at
all."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"You better be sorry." I can't help but chuckle. My facial expression
alters from playful to serious, in order to get her undivided
attention. "What's your excuse this time for abandoning my bed
last night?"
"I was too lazy to go upstairs after work," she responds frankly.
"Too lazy, again? I haven't done a thorough job of fucking you
since your laziness showed up."
"Yeah, you have to step up your game, Hunter, especially since today is Christmas."
"It's Monday, too, fuck yeah."
Monday. Oh, the pressure to fuck her into another dimension blazes inside me. "Daddy gets to
fuck his girl extra harder today then."
She giggles. "It's nice having another excuse to fuck the shit out of
me, huh?"
"It's pretty fucking nice."
"Just like you." She rolls her eyes.
"I like the compliment, but I don't like the eye rolling."
"I'm sorry, Sir."
"Listen, you had me worried when you didn't come to bed last night. I thought you left me for another
man."
"Jesus, why would I leave you for another man? You're the best, and there's no excuse for me to leave
you, Kaden."
"Oh, that's what I needed to hear to start my day."
I pet her head.
"Let me make it up to you, Daddy. Stand up."
God, I love it when she takes control, but not as much as when I call the shots, but it's nice switching
up things once in a while.
Anticipation lances through my body. I follow her command. I look
down at her, awaiting for her next order.
She sits up on the couch, slides off her blanket, and plants her
feet on the carpet in one swift motion. Crossing her legs, she
looks up at me, her eyes darkening with carnal desire. I realize that
she's wearing my sweatshirt, the same one she wore in my dream
I had earlier. My heart melts.
"You're wearing my sweatshirt." I smile.
"Yeah, I hope you don't mind."
"I don't mind at all, gorgeous." I really don't. She looks incredibly
sexy in any of my clothes. My wardrobe is her wardrobe.
She uncrosses her legs and smirks. I gain a view of her bare pussy. No panties. Good girl. My inner
self drools for her.
In a blink of an eye, she's kneeling in front of me, ready to service my cock.
She leans forward and presses her lips to my crotch,
applying a few kisses to the fabric of my pants. She looks up at me.
I reach for her hair and twist it into a ponytail for me to grip.
"It's odd seeing you wearing clothes in the house."
"I know, it's weird for me, too, especially wearing them to bed."
She stands up, and my grip remains on her hair. She wraps her
arms around my neck. My lips are greeted by hers as she pecks
them against mine. She licks my lips, and I part my own to allow
her access inside my mouth. Less than a second later, both of our
tongues wrestle one another as the kiss intensifies. I moan in her
mouth, and my tongue dominates hers so I can explore her mouth,
sweeping over her sensitive spots. Desire surges through my
limbs.
Snaking my hands, I squeeze the bare and beautiful flesh of her
fine ass, and she gasps in my mouth. She grabs the hem of my
shirt and pulls it up; I help her take it off. The fabric rests on the
floor. She kisses my throat and trails kisses down to my chest. She
nuzzles into my chest, appreciating the dusting of hair there.
"Come here, baby," I mutter as I'm already missing the taste of
her. On command, she returns to appreciate my lips, her tongue
parting them. Our tongues reunite. Her need is sensed as she
deepens the kiss. Oh, I need you more than anything, too, baby.
Desire spreads like wildfire through my bloodstream as her hand
rubs my crotch through my pants. I buck my hips against her
touch, demonstrating my need. I seize her sweater and lift the
fabric past her head to remove it. "As beautiful you are in my
sweatshirt, you look even more beautiful wearing nothing," I mumble into her ear and kiss the area
below it, "You're Christmas beautiful."
Yes, I had to reference my own song, remembering how extra wet that gets her.
She grabs the back of my head and guides me to her insatiable
lips. She pecks my lips and pulls away. "Thank you," she replies.
"But you're more Christmas beautiful, Sir. You're hotter than your
own fireplace." She chuckles.
Hotter than my own fireplace? That's a new one. I mentally make a
note of the compliment, adding it to the relentless list of compliments courtesy of my sweet girl. I kiss
her hard.
Suddenly, she abandons my lips, leaving me in the cold craving for more. She drops to her knees.
She's not going to leave me in the cold anymore, good. She takes the hem of my pants and boxer
briefs and drags them down. My raging and horny cock is freed; it
can finally breathe. She kisses the tip and transfers her lips to my
balls. "I'll keep your balls warm."
"You're a very good girl to Daddy. Thank you." I can never thank her enough, honestly.
"Of course. Anything for a very, very exceptional man." She smirks and fills her mouth with my
throbbing length.