Page 11 of The Snuggle Is Real

“Shhh, it’s okay, I got you now.” He kisses my tears away, and I smile, emotions running high.

I run my hand down his chest, to his thick length, stroking him. “Maybe it’s my turn to get you.”Chapter NineWhitakerShe strokes me nice and slow, and I see in her eyes the desire to please me. It makes me melt, her loving nature, her gentle heart. I want to be the man she needs, the man she wants.

And damn, my cock has never been so fucking happy. She looks at me with eagerness, and I kiss her lips. “You’re doing so good, baby. So good.”

She smiles at me and then turns her body, lowering her lips to my cock. I groan in pleasure as she opens her mouth and takes me in. Her ass is sweet and creamy, and I run my hand over her, easing her closer.

I slip my hand between her thighs, fingering her ripe pussy the way she loves, nice and slow. It seems to relax her because she begins sucking me off with a rhythm that gets me going so damn fast.

“Oh yes,” I groan as she sucks me up and down, and she moans as she takes me, so nice and good.

She loves this, I know she does because she moves her head faster, getting into the motion, and I finger her pink pussy, easing her leg over my chest, wanting her pussy on my face — right where it belongs.

She moans loudly as I lick her cunt, and she bobs her head up and down, my cock a rigid rod ready to fucking explode.

I’m close, so damn close, and I want to see what my virgin does when I come.

Fuck, my balls are tight and my come is thick, shooting from my tip, and she moans as she swallows my seed. Fuck, that’s sexy. So damn hot, and she sucks me off until there isn’t a drop left.

She’s panting, turning to me with a new light in her eyes. She understands for the first time in her life the pleasure of being sucked and licked, fondled and caressed. She’s ready to be filled up the way she wants.

I draw her onto her back, taking her hand and easing it back onto my cock. “Stroke me again,” I tell her. “Feel how hard you make me.”

She nods wordlessly, our eyes locked, our hearts pounding in the same steady beat. As one.

“I’m going to make love to you now, do you understand?”

She nods. “Please. Make me yours.”

I do as she asks, I do as I need. I ease my thick cock into her virgin hole, nice and slow. Inch by inch, not wanting to hurt this gentle soul.

“Oh, Whitaker,” she moans, biting back the pain, wrapping her arms and legs around me as if for dear life.

“I got you,” I say. And I do. I hold onto Cozy with the promise to never let go.

She’s so tight, but she drips so damn good, tastes so damn sweet. I’m not surprised — she is sugar and spice and everything nice and I could eat her every damn day. And I plan on it.

She doesn’t know it yet, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting her go.

We move as one, and I kiss her again and again. When we’re both close, we gasp, finding our hearts knitted together in ways we both needed. I don’t want her to leave my sight.

“I’ve fallen for you, Cozy,” I say as we come, her pleasure written on her face.

“Don’t,” she whispers.

“It’s true.”

A tear slides down her cheek. “You make me feel like I could be anyone. Like I could be yours.”

“You can. And you are. I mean it, Cozy. I’m not letting you go.”

“I don’t want you to break my heart,” she says softly.

“I won’t. Let me show you.”

I draw her to me, reaching for a blanket and covering us both. In front of the fire, the snuggle is real, and we hold onto one another until we fall asleep. Dreaming of a future I never imagined — but if she’s in my arms, it’s gonna be Cozy AF.Chapter TenCozetteIn the morning, I wake with a strong, muscular arm draped over me. We’re both very naked and spooning like we’ve been at it for years. The Christmas tree is still lit but the fire has burned out. Jingle Bells plays on the radio, and my cheeks hurt from smiling so much last night.

I roll over, looking at Whitaker. It happened. All of it. The two of us, making love, making promises…

But how much was real and how much was a Christmas fairy tale? A story that comes to a close sooner than I’d like?

His eyes open and he looks at me. “Merry Christmas,” he says, kissing my cheek. “Sleep okay?”

I look around, sitting up. “I don’t even remember falling asleep.”


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