Chapter 19


    (Kaden POV)


    "I''m sorry," a soft, familiar voice calls out.


    I stir in my sleep and struggle to open my eyes. "What for?" I ask. My


    eyes openpletely.


    Oh, baby.


    Annabel stands by my bed and spots my sweatshirt that belongs to


    me, which has the word "Joy" written across it. Ah, she brings me so


    much joy.


    My inner self smiles at me. You definitely hit the jackpot when you found her.


    I lower my eyes past her waist. She didn''t bother to wear any pants.


    Please don''t wear any panties. I chant the phrase in my head. The


    thought fires more desire to my morning wood, further hardening it.


    Her hair is styled into a messy bun. My cock approves. It''s a "Yes"


    from me. She never fails to please me. My girl.


    She responds to my question that I almost forget about thanks to her


    impable beauty, "For not sleeping in your bedst night." She


    snaps me out of my thoughts.


    Oh, you better be sorry, baby. I barely could get any quality sleep


    without you safe and sound in my arms. But, I try to sound


    unaffected. "It''s okay, baby." It''s really not, fuck.


    To my desire, she lets down her hair so it cascades down past her shoulders almost reaching her waist.


    Then, she slides her sweatshirt past her head, letting it fall to the floor after. She standspletely


    naked. She''s prepared for me. Oh, shit.


    She walks closer to my bed and peels theforter off my skin,


    exposing me to the chill air. Goosebumps form—either from the chill air or from how insanely gorgeous


    my girl is, probably from both.


    She admires the sight of my bare skin, her eyes slowly shifting from


    my face to head south. She stops at my cock, raging with desire. She licks her lips. Oh, fuck, juste


    here already, he''s all yours, baby.


    Always.


    I continue to stare at her, awaiting for her next move. She reaches


    for my length and starts to stroke it teasingly slow. Oh my God.


    Then, she climbs into bed and straddles my hips. With her hand, she


    stills my cock and eases it into my favorite ce in the whole world.


    She groans softly, making me groan, too, as my dick stretches her


    tight entrance, and warmth and wetness immediately nkets my


    length as it slides inside her.


    My cock is fully inside her. She begins to ride me, teasing me more.


    She cups my throat, and I grip her hips. She leans in, ces a kiss


    on my jawline, and grazes her teeth against the contour. After, she


    covers my cheek with several affectionate kisses. "I hope you can


    forgive me, Sir," she whispers against my skin.


    "Yes, I forgive you, angel," I murmur. Well, I don''t really forgive her. I


    smack her ass. Ride me harder if you want me to officially forgive


    you, baby. She obeys, knowing what the p meant. Fuck, yeah, I


    forgive you for real this time. I''m already close to reaching my


    climax, fuck. "Baby girl," I breathe.


    She tugs on my lower lip with her teeth. Jesus.


    "Your pussy feels so good, my love, b-but my toes—they''re cold."


    And, fuck, my toes are actually cold as I feel the chill air creeping along them. I move my feet so they''re


    hidden underneath the


    erotic dream was interrupted by the damned cold.


    The heater''s been broken for two days now—too many days of


    being separated from the heat and shivering. Thankfully, I''m


    wearing a long-sleeved shirt and pants so I''m not shivering to


    death. However, the fabric on my body is ufortable like an


    itch left alone as I''m used to wearing nothing to bed. Anyways, the


    guy who''s supposed toe and fix the heater never showed up.


    Unbelievable.


    I think about my girl, and my blood simmers. Oh, how I would


    usually be spooning with her: Her back to my front, my nose


    nuzzling in the crook of her neck breathing in her intoxicating


    scent, and my cock settling between the cheeks of her lovely ass.


    The thought makes me feel warm inside.


    All this thinking about my girl—where is she, anyways? I nce to


    my side where her presence would usually be. Fuck. She''s not


    present. I''m freezing my balls off and my girl is not in my bed with


    me? Outrageous.


    I sit up and climb out of bed, abandoning theforter. Driven by


    frustration, I head down the stairs.


    As I enter the living room, I am greeted by the much-needed warmth. I trace the source of the warmth


    to the firece, where the fire spits and crackles, calming me. I walk closer to the


    firece to warm myself. I sigh. I turn around and find a pleasing


    sight, warming me more effectively than the firece.


    In her slumber state, my girl looks peaceful, adorable, and fucking


    gorgeous all at the same time on my couch. A smile tugs at my


    lips. I stoop down and stroke her cheek, her skin feeling like satin


    against my fingertips. "Good morning, gorgeous," I whisper.


    She stirs and leans into my touch as I cup her cheek. Her eyes


    flutter open and meet mine. They sparkle in the morning light; I


    already get lost in them. "Good morning, Kaden."


    I move my thumb to caress her supple lips. She kisses the pad of


    my thumb. My sweet girl.


    She makes room for me on the couch, and I dly sit beside her.


    "Did you sleep well, my love?" I ask.


    "Yes. Did you?"


    "Not this time. I''ve been freezing my balls off without you in my arms. The broken heater doesn''t help at


    all."


    "I''m sorry to hear that."


    "You better be sorry." I can''t help but chuckle. My facial expression


    alters from yful to serious, in order to get her undivided


    attention. "What''s your excuse this time for abandoning my bed


    "I was toozy to go upstairs after work," she responds frankly.


    "Toozy, again? I haven''t done a thorough job of fucking you


    since yourziness showed up."


    "Yeah, you have to step up your game, Hunter, especially since today is Christmas."


    "It''s Monday, too, fuck yeah."


    Monday. Oh, the pressure to fuck her into another dimension zes inside me. "Daddy gets to


    fuck his girl extra harder today then."


    She giggles. "It''s nice having another excuse to fuck the shit out of


    me, huh?"


    "It''s pretty fucking nice."


    "Just like you." She rolls her eyes.


    "I like thepliment, but I don''t like the eye rolling."


    "I''m sorry, Sir."


    "Listen, you had me worried when you didn''te to bedst night. I thought you left me for another


    man."


    "Jesus, why would I leave you for another man? You''re the best, and there''s no excuse for me to leave


    you, Kaden."


    "Oh, that''s what I needed to hear to start my day."


    I pet her head.


    "Let me make it up to you, Daddy. Stand up."


    God, I love it when she takes control, but not as much as when I call the shots, but it''s nice switching


    up things once in a while.


    Anticipationnces through my body. I follow hermand. I look


    down at her, awaiting for her next order.


    She sits up on the couch, slides off her nket, and nts her


    feet on the carpet in one swift motion. Crossing her legs, she


    looks up at me, her eyes darkening with carnal desire. I realize that


    she''s wearing my sweatshirt, the same one she wore in my dream


    I had earlier. My heart melts.


    "You''re wearing my sweatshirt." I smile.


    "Yeah, I hope you don''t mind."


    "I don''t mind at all, gorgeous." I really don''t. She looks incredibly


    sexy in any of my clothes. My wardrobe is her wardrobe.


    She uncrosses her legs and smirks. I gain a view of her bare pussy. No panties. Good girl. My inner


    self drools for her.


    In a blink of an eye, she''s kneeling in front of me, ready to service my cock.


    She leans forward and presses her lips to my crotch,


    applying a few kisses to the fabric of my pants. She looks up at me.


    I reach for her hair and twist it into a ponytail for me to grip.


    "It''s odd seeing you wearing clothes in the house."


    "I know, it''s weird for me, too, especially wearing them to bed."


    She stands up, and my grip remains on her hair. She wraps her


    arms around my neck. My lips are greeted by hers as she pecks


    them against mine. She licks my lips, and I part my own to allow


    her ess inside my mouth. Less than a secondter, both of our


    tongues wrestle one another as the kiss intensifies. I moan in her


    mouth, and my tongue dominates hers so I can explore her mouth,


    sweeping over her sensitive spots. Desire surges through my


    limbs.


    Snaking my hands, I squeeze the bare and beautiful flesh of her


    fine ass, and she gasps in my mouth. She grabs the hem of my


    shirt and pulls it up; I help her take it off. The fabric rests on the


    floor. She kisses my throat and trails kisses down to my chest. She


    nuzzles into my chest, appreciating the dusting of hair there.


    "Come here, baby," I mutter as I''m already missing the taste of


    her. Onmand, she returns to appreciate my lips, her tongue


    parting them. Our tongues reunite. Her need is sensed as she


    deepens the kiss. Oh, I need you more than anything, too, baby.


    Desire spreads like wildfire through my bloodstream as her hand


    rubs my crotch through my pants. I buck my hips against her


    touch, demonstrating my need. I seize her sweater and lift the


    fabric past her head to remove it. "As beautiful you are in my


    sweatshirt, you look even more beautiful wearing nothing," I mumble into her ear and kiss the area


    below it, "You''re Christmas beautiful."


    Yes, I had to reference my own song, remembering how extra wet that gets her.


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    She grabs the back of my head and guides me to her insatiable


    lips. She pecks my lips and pulls away. "Thank you," she replies.


    "But you''re more Christmas beautiful, Sir. You''re hotter than your


    own firece." She chuckles.


    Hotter than my own firece? That''s a new one. I mentally make a


    note of thepliment, adding it to the relentless list ofpliments courtesy of my sweet girl. I kiss


    her hard.


    Suddenly, she abandons my lips, leaving me in the cold craving for more. She drops to her knees.


    She''s not going to leave me in the cold anymore, good. She takes the hem of my pants and boxer


    briefs and drags them down. My raging and horny cock is freed; it


    can finally breathe. She kisses the tip and transfers her lips to my


    balls. "I''ll keep your balls warm."


    "You''re a very good girl to Daddy. Thank you." I can never thank her enough, honestly.


    "Of course. Anything for a very, very exceptional man." She smirks and fills her mouth with my


    throbbing length.