Dear Santa, Bring My B!tc# Home for Christmas by Mercy B

Author:Mercy B [B, Mercy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mercy B Publications
Published: 2021-12-20T05:00:00+00:00

Three

I’d tossed and I’d turned for the hundredth time in bed and it wasn’t due to discomfort. It was sheerly due to the fact that there was a man two doors down in my bed that I hadn’t slept with in over a year and the fact that we’d never slept apart in the same dwelling when we were together. Pulsating pussy aside, I was yearning for his warmth. Skin to skin. Chest to back. Hand in hand. It was how we’d slept for over a year, never missing a night unless I was away at my parents. Even then, sleep was difficult.

As much as I wanted Swank at my side, I knew that it would send the wrong message and leave him even more confused than he’d shown to my door. A year ago when I ended us, it was truly the end of us. The scorching pain that I felt at the hands of my man and another woman was unforgivable. Asia was her name. I’d never forget it or her face on the video she’d sent me via text. She was a clever one, using Cash app to search my name and send me a single dollar with a note.

Can you have our man return my calls? Asia 555-323-1809.

Against my better judgement, I responded by texting and asking her what she meant by the note she’d sent me. With a detailed video, she replied to the text. Shortly after, I blocked her cell and turned mine off. It wasn’t until I was home and alone that I played the video in its entirety, knowing at that very moment that my happy ending had been snipped.

The creaking of the floorboards brought me from my thoughts. I could smell the freshness of Swank as his bare feet padded through the room. As much as I wanted to stop him from lowering onto the bed, I didn’t. I remained silent, instead, pretending to be asleep. Whatever came of this, I wanted to blame solely on my exhaustion and lack of awareness.

“Stas,” Swank whispered, stopping midway on the bed and spreading my legs in the process. They fell open like dead weight, solidifying my entire act.

“Damn,” Swank responded to the lack of fabric covering my center.

My panties were on the floor beside the bed. I’d snatched them off before jumping into bed, not wanting their stickiness touching my flesh as I slept. They had been ruined at the sight of him. As embarrassing as I was about it, I couldn’t bring myself to shower and give him the satisfaction.

“Stas,” he tried again, but I continued to pretend.

It wasn’t until I felt the warmth of his breath between my legs that I stirred. By then, it was much too late to halt his actions. Swank had made up his mind and there wasn’t much I could do to stop him and that was mainly because I didn’t want to. At the thought of the way he handled his business when his tongue

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