The Davenport Christmas Chronicles
didn’t give me his cock. Instead, his knees hit the floor and he ran a tongue over my wetness. “Love your cunt, sugar.”“Ohmigod, ohmigod,” I panted out.
He sank two fingers back inside me and took my clit between his teeth.
My body shuddered as he rotated his fingers and rubbed deep inside, hitting my G-spot as he sucked my clit. I whimpered as my climax built, but then he backed off my pussy and rose to his feet.
“Knight,” I snapped.
“Patience, sugar.”
“Fuck patience,” I ground out, and I was rewarded with his cock. He buried himself to the hilt and slid a hand between my legs again to finger my clit.
“Love your tight cunt, Kim.”
I dropped my head to the tile and tried not to pass out from the sensations swamping me.
Palming one nipple, he twisted the other, as he reared back and slid into me one slow, torturous inch at a time. I could feel my pussy pulsing and I took one hand off the wall and slid it to my clit. While he focused on my tits and I focused on my clit, he pulled almost all the way out again, then drove back into me all at once.
I sucked a breath through my teeth and pushed my ass against him. Rearing back, he slammed into me again, grabbing a handful of my hair and tugging my head back so he could reach my mouth with his.
His tongue connected with mine as he buried his dick inside of me again, then he released my hair and focused on fucking me senseless.
“Knight,” I rasped. “I can’t—”
“Now, sugar.”
Dropping my head back against his shoulder, I exploded and he wasn’t far behind me, his cock pulsing as we came together.
“Holy shit,” I breathed out. “Amazing.”
He chuckled, kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear before turning me to face him and cupping my cheeks. “Love you, Kim.”
“I love you, too, honey.”
He kissed me again, then we finished our shower and headed to bed.
Maisie
Thirty-six hours later...
“Connor Wallace, I will hurt you,” I threatened from my place between the wall and one of our high-backed chairs. The Christmas tree was to the right of me, so I didn’t really have much of an escape route.
His gorgeous, bearded face lit up with a cheeky grin. “Not afraid of you, Sunshine, now come out of there.”
“Not until you promise you won’t make me pee.”
He laughed. “Not promisin’ you shit.”
I had a secret, and Hatch wanted to know what it was, but I was a vault. However, he thought tickling the information out of me would be a good idea... this meant I was running around the house like a mad woman, trying to keep something between us at all times.
“She’s not going to tell you anything, Sid,” Poppy taunted as she held our two-year-old, Jamie’s hand and kept him out of the fray.
Flash, on the other hand, was trying to help out his dad in catching me. He was almost four and a total and complete carbon copy of Hatch. “Parker,” I warned as he tried to drag me from my hiding place.
He just squealed with laughter.
“Flash, come on outta there,” Hatch said. “This is between your mom and me.”
We called him Flash because he was ridiculously quick... to get into trouble or out of my line of sight.
“Come with me, little brother,” Poppy said, holding her free hand out to him. “We’ll watch the show from here.”
Flash rushed to her and I focused back on my husband. “I’m not telling you anything, darling, so there’s no point in trying to torture me.”
“Oh, the torture part’s just for me.”
I bit my lip as desire rushed my nether regions. Hatch always said he loved to see me laugh because I had a similar look on my face when I came, and he only ever wanted to see me happy or climaxing. He might be in the mood to torture me one way right now, but the promise of a different kind of torture later made me shiver in anticipation.
“I can see you like that,” he murmured.
“You know I do.”
“Okay, I’m out,” Poppy said, and grabbed Flash’s hand again. “Mummy and Daddy are about to kiss, so why don’t we go get a snack?”
I giggled as my very wise daughter guided her brothers toward the kitchen. My distraction had been a mistake, however, and I found myself yanked gently from my hiding place and pulled up against the hard granite chest of my husband. I met his eyes and smiled. “Hi.”
“Hey, Sunshine.” He grinned. “You ready to talk?”
“Nope.” I gave an extra pop sound to the P and then ran my fingers through his beard. “But I’ll be happy to let you try again when we’re naked and your face is between my legs.”
His tongue slid along the seam of my lips and then he kissed me deeply, slipping one of his hands under my T-shirt and up my back.
“Hatch,” I warned, even as my bra was unhooked, and his hand moved to cup my breast.
“Yeah, sunshine?”
“The kids,” I panted out as he palmed my already rock-hard nipple.
“What about ’em?”
“They’re—oh,” I breathed out on a sigh as he slid his hand under the waistband of my yoga pants and between my legs.
“They’re what, sunshine?”
He pulled his hand away from my body and I whimpered with need as he slid his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean. “Upstairs. Now.”
I didn’t argue, and headed for the stairs.
“Poppy, watch your brothers for a bit. Gonna help your mom with something real quick.”
“Okay, Sid.”
God bless my daughter and her willingness to watch her brothers so my husband could drag me into our bedroom for a quick shag.
Walking into our room, I pulled off my shirt and bra, then rushed to remove the rest of my clothing. Hatch locked the door and grinned, pointing to the bed. “Assume the position, sunshine.”
I giggled, stretching out on my back while I watched him strip. God, I’d never get enough of my man’s