บททั้งหมดของ A Holiday Of Pain And Pleasure : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The day went in a blur. More members of the King’s extended family came to the house. But I didn’t catch sight of either Emmett or Kevin. There were a couple of uncles who helped with the decorations. More aunts and cousins. Granny King and Aunt Nancy left the responsibility of sorting out the matching Christmas-themed PJs and the food to us. We had now finished selecting our outfits. Elizabeth helped me fit into a green Christmas-inspired dress that Fiona sent that morning. The dress had me feeling on top of the world. I was in Rachel’s room, seated in front of the mirror with Elizabeth, getting ready to give me a face-beat. Placing a makeup case on the dressing stand, Elizabeth stepped in front of me and bent her head with a look of intense concentration. Then she began applying foundation with the damp sponge. “You always have to pat, not rub,” she explained, dabbing at my cheeks. The color blended well. “I’ll keep note of that, thank you.” I replied and waited until she was

Dinner with the Kings was more chaotic than I’d imagined. I couldn’t believe I’d be affected, judging from the fact that Rachel and Elizabeth warned me earlier. Yet, I was. One of Rachel’s uncles, Sly, got into a near brawl with another one called Fredrick, resulting in Granny King suspending all the men from contributing a word at the table until the meal was over. It worked because they suddenly became apologetic and quickly resolved their differences. We were all seated for the big meal, one very long table filled the giant dining room and a kids’ table was placed a little farther away from ours, where the kids were seated, eating, and the butler and housekeeper watched over them. Before we started eating, Aunt Nancy forced everyone to express themselves and tell us what they were thankful for. This tradition of hers was supposed to go around, and there were almost twenty-four of us seated at the table. “Please, make it brief.” Aunt Nancy announced after Granny King took too mu

“Oh, my God, Julian,” she cried as she rose to her feet. She threw her arms around him, and he hugged her back just as tightly. She pulled away slightly, but still within the confines of his arms. “It’s so great to see you. You didn’t travel home?” “Well, I’m around for a while.” She replied, dodging the question and getting me pissed. What was so hard in telling him she was spending Christmas with me? “What about you? Didn’t you travel home for Christmas?” She asked Waiter Julian. “Ugh, I had to get the extra cash, you know.” I found his reply very funny, especially for someone like him who is going to lose his job a few minutes from now. “That’s understandable.” She replied, and the soft expression on her face as she stared up at him stunned me. It was full of deep affection. I’d never seen such an expression on her face. Seeing her stare at him in this way had a strange effect on me. My chest burned with irritation. “How are you doing?” she asked. “I’m alright. But you

I felt myself leak out even more down my thighs. With my feet solidly positioned on the floor, and my hand gripping Emmett's shoulders, I began to ride him. He pumped his hips up to thrust brutally into me, and I met every vicious drive. Then he ground his hips into my groin. With hands around my waist, he pulled me up until only the broad head of his cock was inside me. Staring into my eyes, he pushed me down his shaft until I was balls deep. I gasped in shock. That was just the beginning. He fucked me harder than I thought possible. The sounds of our moans, harsh breathing, and flesh smacking against flesh filled the space around us and surely escaped the igloo. I gazed out to the skyline as he took me to the heights of ecstasy, and it was breathtakingly dreamlike. The sparkling lights, the dark cloudless star-filled sky, and the half-moon hanging up above. I will never forget this day as long as I live. Emmett gripped my waist as his thrusts came faster, and pretty soon, I c

EMMETT’S POV . We rode back home with our bodies at least two feet apart. I stared out at trees, all cast in darkness, while we drove through the city and headed back home. Stepping onto the porch, I walked behind Amber and watched as her ass swayed to each side while she walked and the beautiful way the fabric of his dress complimented her sways. Even with the beautiful sight in front of me, I was angry. Who was I angry at? Was I angry at myself for reacting like a jealous fool and trying to claim her on the phone call with her mother? Or was I angry at her for pointing out my insecurity and failing to acknowledge me in the real sense? I couldn’t decide, but either way I was very mad. I knew she was scared for her friend’s safety, but I had no intentions of doing anything to the poor boy. I only wanted the boy to leave my establishment. That does not in any way mean that the boy’s safety was at risk. When I saw him touch her so casually, I wanted to strangle him. But whe