Outtake #1
Christmas MMXVI
CHRISTMAS DAY 2016
For the first time in four years, Christmas Eve and Day were on the days that she didn't have to work. She knew she would've volunteered to cover for other people since she knew for a fact that her parents were going to DC again. She wasn't sure what Christian had planned but for some reason, she still believed that Christian would give his parents a silver lining of hope that he wouldn't be so harsh; even after he relayed what went down between him and his parents after they signed over the shares.
Grace and Carrick were now in Detroit pursuing the adoption of Isaac. How that would go, only god would know. Anastasia for one was praying that whoever Carrick or Grace's connection was wouldn't grant them this favor, but she also knew that they had money, and those cash would talk in Detroit.
"Where are we going?" She asked when he told her to dress up because they were going out for lunch.
"My grandparents'."
Anastasia hesitated.
"My parents are too busy trying to get whatever authority to agree on a bribery so they could have Isaac. They won't come back, don't worry."
She nodded slowly but still hesitant.
"We're going to the Trevelyans. I don't like the Greys. They're aloof and weak like Carrick"
"Okay," she quipped lightly, not making any comment. "Is that wannabe cousin of yours from…?"
"Yes," he laughed suddenly reminded of the trip they took this teenage girl on four years ago before that Fourth of July celebration. "She's going to be there. Do you mind?"
"No," she shrugged with a shake of her head. "Not really. I doubt she still remembers me."
"You'd be surprised," he murmured. Anastasia sure had left an impression on that girl that day with the way she spoke to her, and Christian knew that there was no way that their scandal had escaped a teenage girl like his cousin.
…
"Oh! Ana! I've heard so much about you! This boy won't stop rattling about you." Adele, Christian's grandma rushed forward as if she didn't just get a hip replacement surgery done. She squeezed Anastasia into her chest and Christian swore his girl was going to disappear into her large body. "I've missed you, dear."
"What?" Anastasia giggled awkwardly. "We've never met."
"Don't mind her, she's always exaggerating and talking shit," Theo pried Anastasia away and pampered her face with kisses. "It's so nice to finally meet you in person."
"Oh!" Anastasia pulled away from this weird family and shot Christian a look that screamed help in capital letters. "Uh, hi?" She took another few steps back as if she couldn't even decide if Christian could protect her from his overzealous extended family.
"Okay, we're leaving!" Christian announced making a move to head toward the door.
"Oh, stop being so dramatic, kids," Theo chastised. Adele had already disappeared into the room, this time limping a little appearing much like an old lady recovering from a surgery. "Come in."
Having already been scared shitless by the welcoming committee, Anastasia was having trouble finding a corner to hide in the grand mansion that the Trevelyans called home.
"Come on, I'll show you the apple trees that I used to pee against," Christian whispered in her ear clearly sensing her discomfort. He knew his grandparents would be greeting her this way ever since he told them that she was coming. They didn't comment on a single thing after the scandal broke out, they only offered their support anyway Christian accepted it, which was more appreciative than what his own parents had done.
"The what?" Anastasia shrieked, then quickly glanced around to make sure that they were alone. She was sure she had already developed PTSD from being ambushed.
"You're mad at me for not warning you, I know. I'm sorry," he laughed failing miserably to sound apologetic. "I swear I'll protect you better next time," he wrapped both arms around her shoulder and pulled her tight against his front as they made their way out of the back door to the equally large garden that Anastasia would call a forest.
"Next time? There's going to be a next time?" She squeaked, this time louder than the last since they were now outside. "Your family is crazy, Christian."
"Not any less than yours. Have you seen your parents? I swear I heard them the last time we were there."
Anastasia groaned. That was the last image she wanted in her head.
"Why didn't I see anyone else?"
"They're not here yet, we arrive early."
"Why?" She groused. That was exactly why she hated meeting new people, they were too unpredictable, and if everyone was zealous like his maternal grandparents, or indifferent like his own parents, or over romantic like her own parents, she swear she was going to just go into the woods and become a hermit for the rest of her life. "Okay, where's that tree, I bet it's dead already."
"I can't remember," he admitted. "I think I've probably chose a different tree each time."
"Are you serious?" She facepalmed, trying to disentangle herself from his hold suddenly finding him even weirder than the old couple she had just met.
"No," he laughed at her disgusted face. He was more certain than ever that the next time he brought her here, he would have to drag her here kicking and screaming. Might as well just abduct her. "But I'm sure Tucks has already found it since he's disappeared into the woods."
"Taco is going to pee on your tree."
"Okay, I was joking when I said I peed on every tree here," he buried his head in her hair and laughed. "I was just trying…"
"To show that you fit right into this family. Yes, I can see that. You're equally weird and out of your damn mind!" She finished for him, only making him laugh harder.
"No," he protested weakly. "This is the orchard that I told you about. The one I was describing when I said one of your shampoos reminds me of this. Your hair always smells good, but you have a shampoo that has a fruit smell."
"Oh, that," she now recollected the conversation they had about each other's past. She never paid much attention to the skeletons in his closet since he revealed everything to her and showed her his playroom.
She didn't judge or take much into consideration at the time because for all she was concerned, they were faking a relationship for the public eye, so it really didn't matter what he had done in his private life; so, she had gradually stored that information in the back of her mind where she thought she had forgot about altogether. She had never anticipated that they'd be here, today, in a situation like this.
"It does smell a little like my hair," she admitted after sniffing around with her nose in the air.
"You're just like Tucks," he jested bumping his hip with hers. "And, speaking of the devil," he laughed pointing at their daft dog rolling around shaking his head in the thin sheet of snow barely covering the grass.
"If we turn the other way, I swear he's going to run around us just to repeat the same moves so we get to watch him."
"He's just an attention seeker."
They resumed the path further into the orchard where Christian introduced the other fruit trees. The snow wasn't heavy enough to cover the trees or make the branches white but it was enough to make Taco's coat wet.
"Ah!" Anastasia jumped and Christian's knees nearly buckled with the force that was Taco who came barreling to his owners. He was charging from the grass field when he noticed how far away he was from them, and bursted through in between their legs.
"Taco!" Christian feigned anger but Anastasia couldn't pull off that face since she couldn't stop giggling at Taco's expression.
He had his tongue out panting like a pooch running in the summer heat, it dangled on the side of his mouth blocked by his fangs. His big hazel eyes wide and innocent as he stared at the both of them looking the least bit chastised. Then there was his tail, it never stopped waggling. Upon hearing the tone Christian was using and the expression he was wearing, the tail briefly dropped as if he was in trouble but Anastasia's giggle gave him confidence.
And, now it wouldn't stop wiggling from left to right in rapid speed. No one would want to be within the peripheral of that tail. It would sure crack a bone or two in your leg.
"You are so cute," Anastasia squatted down ruffling the pooch's head but he retracted his head. "Oh, did I disturb your play time."
"I bet he's found an apple for himself," Christian mumbled when he spotted a small piece of apple still with its red peel stuck on the side of the dog's upper lip.
Anastasia moved her head around Taco's mouth trying to locate said apple but he happened to find her annoying since he kept shaking his head avoiding her.
"Tucks!"
That was the final straw. As if someone that was't Anastasia called his name, he turned around and bolted through the orchard, digging up dirt, leaves and grass on its way to whatever he had just discovered.
"He's just like you," Christian laughed at the helpless looking Anastasia who was still sulking on the floor. "You're keeping him from playing."
Forgetting about the pooch, the couple kept going on their stroll. It wasn't particularly cold since it was windy, and according to Christian, the rest of the party would be arriving at around lunch time.
"Do you think they'll like what we brought?"
"I told you we didn't even have to bring anything. I'm sure bringing Taco is enough for their entertainment."
Anastasia insisted on bringing a dessert and a dish over just to be polite. It was her first time going to his grandparents' house after all. They probably have met before on many occasions but was never officially introduced.
"Yes, they will. If they don't we still have Tucks, who's our ultimate loyal fan."
She rolled her eyes. Their furry baby would eat anything it was served in his bowl… or not in his bowl.
"Oh no, what's he done now," she groaned the same time Christian stopped walking to listen for the noise.
Someone was screaming bloody murder at the highest pitch musically possible and Taco was barking happily like Elliot laughing at his newest victim falling for his latest lame prank.
As they approached the house, they could see their dog running around the house slipping at every turn and making contact with almost every furniture. There was a small child running in front with a lollipop in his hand, and an adult chasing behind. Taco was in the middle, obviously enjoying this chase far too much.
"Taco!" Christian roared just in time for the little boy to toss his lollipop in Taco's direction.
Anastasia clapped her hands to get Taco's attention. He bounded over to them just as happy as he was before, only slightly disappointed that he didn't get to have that lollipop because he was being yelled no before he could reach it.
The dog was probably big enough for the kid to ride on, but what the pet was really interested was the food in the kid's hand. Now the kid was crying and the mom looked downright pissed.
"Uh oh," Anastasia whispered to Christian who nodded. "Tucks!" She scolded the dog who now had the decency to behave like he had done something bad. Still, his eyes were darting in between his disappointed owners and that lollipop which was now being picked up by the housekeeper and tossed in the trash.
"I think buying him another one is the least of our concerns."
"You can't chase people around like that, Tucks!" Anastasia crouched low to speak directly to the pooch who was now seated on the floor in front of her. "Come on, you're going to stay outside."
She had no idea how he got inside in the first place, but this time, she was going to be there and make sure that this daft pup remained outside before he was calm. Nevertheless, she doubted that Taco would be calm for the entire day since he was the kind who would get excited because there were people around. He loved to entertain everyone no matter how scared of him they were.
Christian sighed helplessly. It was his extended family and his dog, so he would have to man up and be the one to apologize, make amends and everything. It was a better decision to keep Taco outside with someone watching over him.
…
"Oh, so now you're just going to follow me around?" Anastasia scoffed at this dog who sulked beside her, trotting with his head down like he was in trouble. Technically he was, but this wasn't a punishment, yet he took it as one. "I'm supposed to be guarding you, not the other way around," she mused aloud. "Well, it has mutual benefits, I guess."
They made their way through the orchard, venturing to unknown places. Everywhere looked well organized and tidy. However, for some reason, the first thing that came to her mind was not how delicious the apples and the other fruits would be, but how costly this would've been. To manage an orchard this size and also a mansion, the housekeeping must've been already a fortune.
Her mind was still reeling in on the fact that they were staying at the Rodriguez's, and just taking from them. While Christian assured her that they had no ulterior motives, but she couldn't help but question why would someone do so willingly. They were rich like the Rockefellers, sure, but it was in millions, what they had spent on them.
There must be something that they were expecting in return.
She knew she didn't understand business transactions but she just couldn't fathom how could Christian's consultancy be so pricy? There was no way José senior could prepay all of the help that he could offer to his son in the future. Unless his son was really dumb with no knowledge whatsoever regarding the business venture.
There had to be a catch in this. It shouldn't be a win-win for Christian.
Why was he acting so dense though? She knew Christian wouldn't have accepted all this if there wasn't anything promising. Then again, if they were doing this for her, were they expecting her to drop more of what she had been doing at a moment's notice just to be at their beck and call?
She did that once and missed Christian's birthday, and she knew she wouldn't be missing anything important in the future just to do someone a favor.
"What are you worrying about now?"
Her head snapped up just in time to see Taco jumping onto Christian, as if he was tattling on her and saying that she had been grounding him for the past ten minutes while he was gone.
"Nothing," she smiled but he saw right through that fake mask.
"Sure, it's no-" the pooch took advantage of his eye roll and attacked him again, this time successfully licking him on the chin, then all over the face with one huge slurp.
"He's eating you like ice cream."
"He doesn't eat ice cream like that!" Christian nearly screamed when Taco got even more exited at Anastasia's giggles, taking them falsely as encouragement and firmly planed his paws on his shoulders once again, so he could stand on his tippy hind paws and reach his face. "Your nose is freezing cold, Tucks!"
Anastasia laughed as she watched her boyfriend fight off the gigantic dog.
"Your face is going to turn into an ice rink," she declared through fits of giggles completely forgotten about the little boy Taco had scared only fifteen minutes ago.
"Okay, that's enough," he pinned Taco down on to the floor by the shoulder blades while using his other sleeve to wipe off the drool. "Jesus, Tucks," he glared at his own puppy. Taco, as usual, believed that they were going to forgive and forget about all of his misdemeanors the moment they turned away from him. He sat there waiting for Christian to remove his hand so he could start roaming around again like nothing had happened.
"Everything okay inside?"
"Yeah, I did get an earful about not training the dog," he held out his hand and started to list it off counting with his fingers. "Taking him off the leash; not getting him a mask… blah blah blah."
"He's at home though…" that was her only argument. "Though, we should've kept an eye on him since I have no idea how he got in."
"I think my grandma called him in for a snack or something, or my grandpa let him in thinking he might be cold in the snow bare feet?"
"He's sweating right now!"
"You know how Tucks can be in front of strangers. He'd never look at us that way only at the food in our hands."
"Okay, he should've been better trained but all dogs love food and he thinks the little boy is playing with him. What about the mom?"
"The mom is okay after some soothing and consolation from my grandparents. She is like a distant cousin of mine."
"And, she's already got a kid?"
"That's his second one, I think."
"Damn, people reproduce fast," she whistled, and subsequently shuddered at the thought of her having a baby. She didn't want that now, not in the near future, but perhaps the very distant future. Her job, Taco and Christian were already a handful for her, she didn't need a kid in the mix.
Though, she didn't know what Christian's thought on this was. She was only hoping that he didn't bring it up before they settle on a permanent settlement.
"Do you want kids?"
Fuck.
"Let's not think about this, yeah?"
"Well, I just want to know where you stand."
She sighed. She hated this topic of discussion, she'd rather not have this conversation ever. Until they were a bit more settled.
"No."
"No?"
"What, you want them?"
"Well… I thought it'd be nice…"
"Like when?"
"A few years."
"In a few years?"
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Don't brush me off. You did that once and I let that go, you're not doing it again."
And, now she wished she didn't before so she could use that chance here. She'd rather talk about Rodriguez.
"Let's just take it one step at a time. Kids aren't a good thing to add to the mix. For one, they need stability, and that's not what we have right now."
"Okay, let's not talk about it right now," he dropped his head sensing the change in her mood and her tone was less than friendly earlier and he knew if he pushed just one more question, she'd snap at him.
"Do you think we should reevaluate the whole situation with the Rodriguez family?"
"Maybe we can consult Theo? He's a business lawyer. Was, before he retired."
"You think he can help?"
"We can always try. I mean, he did find Burt Whitmore for me."
"Oh!"
…
"That family isn't cunning but they're not exactly as friendly as you think."
"We know that they want something from us," Christian explained after briefing his grandfather about the situation they were in. He did think that he might be tricked by senior from time to time but he convinced himself every time that it was only an investment for the old man. Though, if Anastasia's intuition was bugging her for such a long time, then he should probably reconsider.
"But you don't know what. You shouldn't be so bold and agree to something like this. If this goes on especially now that you're renting their house, you might be in more debt than money can repay."
"He's going to ask me favors."
"Yes, but how many is evening out between the two of you?"
Anastasia nodded, that was exactly what she had been worried about. She didn't know how Christian could've seen the situation as some simple transaction. She wasn't going to blame him though because he had been really busy lately, and there really wasn't much time for him to worry about something that didn't warrant his attention.
Christian silently brewed over the question. It was a crucial one.
"I don't think being in business with the Rodriguez family is a bad thing, in fact, it's going to be beneficial to have him by your side in the business venture and have him as your friend. But, I do strongly advice you to move out of his apartment."
"Why?"
"That transaction brings you to a much different level of friendship. It's no longer just business but more personal."
"I am paying him rent."
"He's leasing you an apartment not an office building."
"So, he expects Christian to be his people, as in his puppet in some occasion?"
"Yes," Theo nodded at Anastasia. This woman had more business mindset than she gave herself credit for.
"We can move back to Escala," she suggested to Christian.
"No," he vetoed that sharply. "It has too many ghosts."
"We can live with it… temporarily. I mean, ghosts are just what we imagined."
"I have a condo in Escala. If you don't want to return to the penthouse, you can stay at that condominium. It's currently empty." Theo offered, understanding the situation the couple was currently in. He only wished his grandson would reached out to him sooner. He had always been there watching the growth of this copper-haired boy, following his career and his successes.
He, for one, was disappointed in Grace for her lack of support; but he refrained from interfering.
"I'll rent it to you if you insist on paying it, but I can also just lease it to you rent free."
"We'll pay rent," Anastasia hated the idea of receiving something for free, it was like taking advantage of them.
Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. Theo went to open it, and in rushed Taco with a familiar girl following behind.
She was the wannabe cousin.
"Oh!" She and Anastasia gasped in unison.
"It's good to see you again." Being the older one in between the two, Anastasia held out her hand and took a step forward toward the girl who appeared much older and more mature than she remembered, which forced her to swallow back the snarky question about the boyfriend.
"Good to see you, too," the girl muttered. She appeared to be in her early twenties, probably just graduated college or about to within a year or two.
The four years sure had a profound change in everyone.
"Um…" she was suddenly all shy in front of her family or probably because when she saw Anastasia, she was reminded of their outing on the Fourth of July in 2012. That was when she was still an immature spoiled brat.
Everyone waited patiently as she fiddled with a pen in her hand and a notebook now clutched tightly against her chest. Reluctantly, she unfolded her hand and handed them the notebook, while she produced sticky note.
Christian took the offered notebook and Anastasia kept staring at her expectantly but with a polite expression and an encouraging smile.
"I'm currently in the Culinary Institute of America at Hyde Park."
"You're in New York?" Anastasia blurted out, spontaneously revealing her strong desire to return to the East Coast. Christian tried not to read too much into the outburst but his gut told him that when he promised two years in Seattle, he would probably have to plan a move across the country in the near future.
"Yes," the girl seemed to relax a little, but she was still clearly embarrassed by her behavior four years ago and remembered the chastisement from this particular brunette woman. "I am cooking you all lunch, as part of my practice before my mid-term. So, in your hands is my menu."
"We can pick out anything we want from here?"
"Yes. It's single serving."
Christian opened the book to see a full page of listed dishes with pictures attached. Anastasia reached forward to flip through the pages to see that she had taken up half of the book with her courses.
"Do you realize that you're talking to the two best cooks in this household right now?" Theo rounded the table, leaving the information of his condo on his desk so he wouldn't forget.
The girl visibly sweated and paled.
"Stop making her even more nervous," Christian admonished his grandfather. "And, I cook better than Ana."
"Oh, right, she bakes," Theo beamed in remembrance of the snacks that he had once tasted at some functions years ago.
The cousin blanched even more.
"Theo, you really should stop," Christian scolded sternly, glaring at his grandfather but as soon as his back was turned, he cracked up.
"Oh, there's dessert!" Anastasia clapped in glee when she flipped to the last page after the both of them ordered their main course.
The confidence in the young girl was already waning with the comment Theo made earlier about how the couple cook the best food and snacks.
"Is this the French style or Greek?" Anastasia pointed to a picture on the page and asked.
"Uh… I use Greek yogurt."
"I mean the cheese," she now knew that pastry probably wasn't the girl's forte.
"French."
"You should try this, Christian." Anastasia decided.
"Okay, I'll have this." He conceded and the girl noted it down.
"And, I'll have the soufflé," she ordered. "Thank you!" She handed the menu book back to the girl whom she still didn't know the name of. "I'm sorry, what's your name?"
"Cathy."
Said girl bolted out of the door before Anastasia could properly thank her for making all of them lunch.
Theo's chuckle brought the both of them out of their daze.
"You two sure know how to scare young girls out of the room."
"I- I didn't do anything!" She defended.
"You did something four years ago," Christian snickered.
"I was just fed up with her spoiled attitude. Girl has the cheek to ask me if I was a virgin? Good god, do I look like one?"
"Beautiful girl like you surely has a string of admirers," Theo stepped forward, grabbing both of her arms at arms' length and looked at her. "You truly are beautiful."
"Grandpa," Christian warned.
"We can share right?"
Anastasia nearly fainted at that idea.
"Uh, no?" She spoke hoping to be heard.
"When I say my girl, I mean MY girl," Christian emphasized. "If this is what you're taking from me, then I'm not even going to take your condo, not even rent free."
Theo barked out laughing, covering up the rhythmic percussion from the sound of Taco's tail hitting the door repeatedly. They had all missed this giant pooch and thought he had followed Cathy out into the kitchen, his favorite place.
"He wants to go out," Theo said, pointing at the canine.
"I think it's better if he stays here," Christian took a seat and ignored the hound who was still whipping his tail against the door, probably denting it. "Just in case you suggest something about my girl."
"What, so you can release him on me?" Theo laughed wholeheartedly. "Oh, please, he doesn't care about the two of you."
The truth in that was enough to make the entire room cackle.
"I think he better go before he destroys the office," Anastasia suggested rationally speaking.
"I think this office needs a little more fur, don't you think? To keep my grandpa Theo warm," Christian jested cheekily.
"He's going out," Theo decided, shooting up from his chair and yanking the door open with the help of Taco's eager paw. The dog sprinted out of the room and straight for the kitchen, not even noticing the little boy who let out another cry when Taco nearly knocked him off again. Then, then there was a yelp from Taco that got his owners' attention.
"We'll talk tomorrow," Christian told his grandpa. "We'll come over tomorrow for brunch if you have that."
Theo chuckled.
"Go check out your beloved puppy," he patted his grandson on the back and followed him out of the office, closing his door behind him.
"He looks fine," Anastasia observed when they all arrived at the kitchen where they found Taco sitting next to the kitchen counter looking all serious. His eyes focused solely on Cathy's hands that was rolling the dough.
…
Christian woke up with the sweet memories of their love making from yesterday night. He still didn't get enough of her, but after four orgasms, she fell asleep on him.
He needed to work on getting her stamina rebuild to her previous level.
The alarm hadn't sounded yet but it should have according to the time displayed on the digital clock. He was certain that he had set the alarm early just so they could get a few rounds of sex in before they leave for his grandparents for brunch.
Someone must've changed it.
He smirked, glancing at the sleeping figure spooned in his arms cocooned from the daylight escaping through the blinds; it was another cloudy day.
How dare she choose sleep over sex.
He mused quietly and lined his morning wood at her entrance. A hand wandered down her front rubbing over her folds—she was dripping, as always.
The smile on his face grew wider. He gently removed his arm from beneath her head and propped himself up on his elbow. He leaned over to see that she wasn't even stirring after those huge adjustments. He chuckled softly, brushing away the hair revealing the side of her face.
He ground his hips slightly so that his tip was encircling her folds, just one step from penetrating her. He hovered over her shoulder with an arm around on her stomach holding her back against his front.
A small and the softest moan escaped her and her lips parted slightly. He grinned in utter satisfaction. Leaning down, his lips captured hers in a kiss. Taking full advantage of her parted lips he pushed his tongue inside seeking for hers. It was as if he had prodded the beast awake with the way her tongue was battling his.
"Can I have you again?" He asked but the tip of his dick was slowly sliding past her folds, she was so wet that it was as if lubrication was made to be a joke.
"Yes," she gasped as she felt the intrusion when he filled her in one swift motion. She had a contract bidding this afternoon for a new machine for her department and she knew she already had have trouble sitting down after last night, now she knew that she would hate to even walk. It also didn't help that she had a meeting after the bidding so she had to endure a two way long drive.
"Stop worrying about shit," he thrusted into her as he collected her into his arms, securing her against his body as his cock assaulted her pussy and his hands played with her breasts.
Anastasia moaned out a breathy version of his name, she was building fast and he knew that as he fastened his pace. She could feel her entire body shaking, unsure whether it was due to his rapid pounding or her impending orgasm, but she was a goner the minute his fingers pressed on her clit.
"Christian!" She whimpered when he pulled out mid-orgasm and flipped her onto her back before plunging into her once more. "Ah!" She cried out at the unexpected contact. Everything down south was experiencing sensory overload at the moment for her right now, but there was nothing she could do as waves of pleasure washed over her repeatedly.
His merciless speed left her no choice but to absorb all the pleasure as his balls slapped against her bare cunt. She wanted to claw his ass, scratch his ass, but her hands were intertwined with his and pinned next to her head.
"Yes, baby," he chanted, his face inches from hers as he watched her.
Anastasia mewled, her eyes rolling to the back of her head involuntarily.
"Squeeze me harder, baby," he roughly sucked on her tits, then kissed upwards to her lips where he ruthlessly attacked her lips until they were bruised and swollen.
Her legs felt like jello and she didn't even know if her toes were curling when this impending orgasm would certainly be earth shattering for her.
"Give it to me." Christian buried his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her unique sweaty scent that was the evidence of their love making. His nose trailed the side of her neck searching for the spot that would throw her over the edge.
"Christian!" She unleashed her cries the moment he bit down on that very spot which seemed to be connected to her core.
She clenched down onto him violently, drowning him in her juice. She faintly registered his telltale grunts and quickened pace before she felt him shoot his load inside of her.
He collapsed on top of her but quickly rolled them over so they were on their sides. He stared at her and watched her chest rise and fall with immense pride and contentment.
"I can't believe you changed the alarm," he flicked her nose with his wickedly.
"I need to rest," she whined. "I've got two meetings this afternoon, remember? Which means two super long commute. Now I don't even think I can walk, and you're still inside of me."
"Are you complaining now? I didn't hear that earlier."
He moved to pull out when she winced.
"Did I hurt you?" He halted alarmed. She shook her head. "Sore?" He smirked, getting up for a warm cloth from the bathroom to clean her.
…
"Call me when you're done with your last meeting, I'm picking you up. We're going out tonight. It's still part of Christmas."
She stared at him and his hopeful eyes, there was no way she could turn down this youthful boy.
"Okay," she leaned over pecking his lips before opening the door to get to the meeting place.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you and your family!
[December 25, 2019]
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