A Christmas Song (8 page)

“It seems like you’ve given this considerable thought.” She reached between them and slipped his cock inside her wet pussy.

They both gasped together, her from his cock sliding in her, and him because he didn’t have on a condom.

“Denise honey, you’re not protected?”

“I know you’re clean. Dante said you just got back a negative HIV test.”

“Remind me to fuck him up the next time I see him.”

She chuckled. “The man was just looking out for my protection, while simultaneously trying to help you out. He also told me you’re free from all other nasty little diseases. You guys sure share a lot.”

He grasped her by the hips and slid his dick further inside her.

“Aren’t you going to ask about me?”

“No, I already know the answer. You’ve never been with another man except me.”

She rolled her hips taking more of his cock inside her. “Who ratted me out? Keisha?”

He shook his head. “Goddamn your pussy is so warm and comforting. No, Bernard.”

“That bastard.”

“You know he loves you like a play step cousin. He has this fantasy that all of us could get close again like when we were kids. He also wants to rename the group Six-Ringed Circus to include you and him.”

She laughed. “A better name would be Five Golden Rings and a Partridge in a Pear Tree. What’s your fantasy?” she asked as she ground her pussy harder into his pelvic area.

“That you’d marry me, sweet Jesus this feels so good, and make me the happiest man on the earth.”

She climaxed as he spoke. It was the single most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Her entire body quivered.

“I’ll be expecting a ring with a big stone.”

He lifted her from atop him. “Just give me a minute.” He had a throbbing erection, but something else took precedence over him coming. Trent stepped off the bed, found his pants, and pulled out a small black box. “I wanted to give this to you on Christmas, but I guess officially it is Christmas morning.” He put the box into Denise’s hands, flipped her over on her knees, and re-entered her delightful pussy from behind. It was so moist with her juices that he slipped right inside.

“Ooh, these are pretty,” she said as she admired the wedding rings.

He backed out of her and eased back in deep.

She got back into the sex, backing her butt up to him while trying the ring on her finger. “Bernard will be so jealous. I’m going to beat him to the altar.”

He felt the orgasm as it churned in his balls. He’d never thought talking during sex could get him so turned. “Denise, are you saying yes? Because I’m about to come.”

Denise moved back and forth on her knees to make him come faster. “Yeah, baby, I’ll marry you.”

That’s all he needed. He came, sending cum straight to her womb. If she wasn’t already pregnant, this could be the morning their child was conceived. “I love you,” he said as his body continued to tremble.

“I love you too, Trent Lansing, and I always have. Merry Christmas, baby.”

About the Author

Imari Jade hails from Marrero, Louisiana, where she works as a financial analyst. She collects anime and Asian drama and considers herself a multi-genre author. She is the mother of three sons and does the bulk of her writing riding on a bus to and from work five days a week.

Trademarks Acknowledgment

The author acknowledges the trademark status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Remember What I Told You to Forget by Tavares: Capitol Records

Bengay: Johnson & Johnson