A Holiday Fantasy E-Book

Priscilla Laster

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Desires have a way of sculpting who we are and how we think. A great desire for being married or accepted can weigh on us differently. Kristen gets more than she desires from Mathew. He's a good guy. His life is about to endure a great change. A holiday shock-and-awe change. 

Leseprobe

A Holiday Fantasy

by: Priscilla Laster

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Chapter 1

Kristen Adams was (to say the least) hot! The only person around hotter was her boyfriend Mathew Brady. Kristen was five-ten, Mathew, a complimentary six-two. Kristen's shoulder length hair was a deep chocolate brown with natural red highlights. She had full breasts, a slender hard belly and the most luscious hips melting into the shapeliest legs. She worked hard at keeping fit. That's what Mathew wanted and she would walk through hell to please him, he would do the same for her. He was the most handsome man she had ever set eyes on. His hair was lighter than hers was, but still dark. His eyes were a stunning cold blue. When he looked into her light brown eyes in his special way her heart melted and her body burned. He was a hard-body and cut to the max. He had grown up playing sports and even though he had given up playing anything, but an occasional game of racket ball he stayed in great shape. His waist was almost as slender as hers. Some of their most intense intercourse had come after sweat drenching workouts. They made the perfect couple.

Kristen wanted to get married more than anything, but she knew better than to push Mathew. Kristen was twenty-eight and her biological clock was ticking like a time bomb. Mathew was thirty and working his way up the corporate ladder, he expected to be a full partner in his law firm by the end of next year. His superiors had hinted that being married might be an advantage to him. He wasn't swayed by anything; he would live his life his way. Not even his career was important enough to change him and the partners at Lytle, Crosby and Sterns liked this about Mathew Brady. He would back down from nothing and no one. They also knew that there were a dozen other firms that would kill to have him on their team. Kristen was working on her Ph.D. in Psychiatry. She had big plans for a private practice. She was so close to having so many of her dreams come true. They sat there at her fingertips waiting for her to grab them; she just had to make sure she didn't push them away instead of clinging to them.

Mathew loved having sex in the morning, but this morning when he rolled over to take hold of Kristen, he got an armful of nothing. He heard the shower running. He pried himself out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. He watched Kristen through the frosted glass of the shower door. He stroked his swelling manhood and eased toward her. She jerked around with a smile when she heard the clasp on the shower door pop open.

"Good morning...uh...horny boy." she said running her fingers through her shampoo-laden hair, studying his gorgeous body.

"Umm." he moaned as he moved closer and laid his head on her shoulder and pulled her to him.

"No Mathew, I have to be at school early today. I have that meeting with Dr. Thomas this morning." she said.

He loved to hear her call him Mathew, her pet name for him when they were getting misty. As his hands explored her wet glistening body she began to breathe deeply. She could never resist his advances. She didn't want to now, but she couldn't afford to be late. His fingers kneaded her flesh from her perky breasts to her wet pubic hair. He turned her back to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, his erect member pressed between the cheeks of her hard shiny, butt. He rolled and pinched and pulled her hardening nipples between his fingertips.

"Mathew...I...need..." she sighed as she bent under the spray to rinse her hair.

He slipped his hand between her legs and pulled the head of his penis between her lips and pushed into her. She was hot and creamy before he made three strokes with his long thick member. She pushed against the tile wall as his thrusts got harder and harder. Mathew picked her up and sat down on the bench, built into the corner of the stall, with her impaled on him. He bounced her up and down on his well lube tool. He fondled her breasts and belly as he rode her up and down his length. She was writhing and grinding hard against him in less than five minutes. She reached between her legs and began to massage his testicles wildly. Anytime she could get her hands on his balls while they were making love she did, it always drove Mathew crazy...without fail. He was moaning loudly and shooting his sticky cream into her in no time. She loved his attention. He was so tender yet so forceful and satisfying. He finished and Kristen returned to her shower. Her face was flushed, she watched him hungrily. He sat there massaging his shrinking penis watching her wash their mingled juices off her shimmering thighs. He loved the way the water pulled her pubic hair down between her legs in cute little curls. He loved her completely; there was nothing he wouldn't do for her.

When she was finished and stepped out of the shower he took her place and began to soap his body. They talked over the noise discussing their plans for the night. They were expected at an early Christmas party at LCS (Lytle, Crosby and Sterns); they needed to be there by eight. Kristen said she had no problem with that. She asked if she needed to cook dinner or would they eat out or would there be food at the party? Mathew said he wasn't sure and that they'd play that by ear, but don't plan on cooking, they would do something. Kristen put her hair up wet; she didn't need to look particularly special today even though she did. She popped her head into the shower and took Mathew's limp penis in her hand, sighed deeply and stared at it. She leaned down and sucked it into her mouth licking him lovingly. It slurped out of her mouth with an audible wet pop. She kissed him on the mouth quickly and headed to the bedroom to dress.

Kristen threw on a pair of faded low-rider jeans and a tube top. She pulled on an equally faded jean jacket. Mathew was standing in the bathroom door naked, drying his hair as she shot out the bedroom door. She wanted to stay for more of him, but priorities were in order and Dr. Thomas could make or break her doctoral thesis.

Her thesis was due before the Christmas break. It was so close to complete that Kristen had quit worrying a long time ago, but Dr. Thomas insisted on these meaningless meetings. Kristen suspected that he just wanted to exercise his control over her life at this point in time. She was right and she always dressed just a little nasty for him. And she always, always made sure her navel was visible for him. That had been Mathew's idea at one point when Kristen was having trouble getting along with Dr. Thomas. It worked. She never had another instances of a problem from the first day she flitted into his office with short shorts and a high cut t-shirt on. She loved Mathew's confidence. He suggested she half dress to get this old geezer on her side, it had worked and he wasn't in the least bit upset about having some old dude looking at her.