That Man 3 Read Online Free PDF Page B

wanted for
     Christmas.

Chapter 4
    Jennifer
    T he egg was a wonder toy. Blake showed me every which way to use it—from stimulating
     his cock to putting it in my butt while he fucked me. The sensation of having it in
     my butt was beyond words. I experienced an out of this world orgasm that made me see
     stars. And there were more levels of stimulation. One called escalation—vibrations
     that started at a slow speed, then sped up and then stopped abruptly making me desperate
     for more, and another called surging, a mixture of pulsation and normal vibrating.
     I swear, I don’t know how many times we fucked. And I swear, I don’t know how either
     of us didn’t wake my parents up.
    Blake wanted me to go to sleep with the egg inside me so I would wake up wet and stimulated,
     ready for him. I told him that wasn’t necessary. Just having him in my bed, naked
     and raw, was all I needed. But he insisted, and I finally gave in, not having the
     energy to fight him. We exchanged yet another round of “I love you.” I’d lost count
     of how many times I’d said those words. And heard them. But I couldn’t get enough.
     In no time, I fell asleep in his arms, cradled in his warm manly body.
    *
    I was the first to awaken in the morning. My eyes fluttered open as awareness seeped
     into my brain. I was still spooned in Blake and could feel his heart beating against
     my back. One sculpted arm curled above my head while the other draped over my tummy.
     We had fallen asleep in this position, flesh to flesh, his erection pressed tightly
     against my backside. I twisted my neck to peer at him. God, he was beautiful in the
     morning. Soft breaths, as soothing as a cat’s purr, emanated from his gently parted
     lips, and a lock of silky hair fell onto his forehead. The fine layer of stubble that
     circled his jaw made him even sexier than imaginable. Oh God. What had I done to deserve
     this man? This God. This man who loved me and whom I loved back with my heart and soul. Usually,
     I woke up on Christmas morning with excitement and anticipation. Today, I woke up
     totally contented and satisfied. Santa had come and dropped off my best present ever.
     Blake Burns. Thank you, Santa.
    The familiar sounds of Christmas morning sounded in my ears. Downstairs, I could hear
     “Deck the Halls” playing on my parents’ stereo system (they still hadn’t upgraded
     to surround sound). When I was a little girl, I was always the first to wake up and
     trot downstairs, eager to see what Santa had brought me. As I grew older and learned
     Santa = Dad, I slept later, needing the extra hours of sleep to supplement my time-sucking
     hormones. I could have stayed in bed all day with Blake—just like this in his arms—but
     that wasn’t an option. As sunlight filtered into my room, I remembered something.
     Before we’d fallen asleep, Blake had told me Santa had another surprise for me—another
     toy. While nothing could possibly top that fucking (no pun intended) egg, I was suddenly
     eager to find out what it was.
    I maneuvered myself so I was facing Blake. I kissed his forehead, and his dazzling
     blue eyes blinked open.
    “Merry Christmas, Blake.” I brushed the wisp of hair off his forehead. My beautiful
     bedhead!
    He smiled and his eyes twinkled like stars. “Merry Christmas, tiger.” He traced my
     jaw with his fingertips before smacking his lips against mine. Another all-consuming,
     tongue-driven kiss ensued. I could easily get used to waking up this way every morning.
    After taking separate showers (we couldn’t risk taking one together with my parents
     up), we got dressed, both of us in jeans and sweaters. I was also wearing something
     else at Blake’s insistence—the little vibrating egg in my pussy. At the moment, it
     wasn’t vibrating. Blake had set the remote to the “off” position.
    “You’d better behave,” I whispered as we headed downstairs.
    “Don’t worry.”
    “Promise?”
    “Promise.” He