Home for the Holidays (Siren Publishing Classic) by Diane Leyne

thought you’d always wonder unless they could find the real culprit.”
    “I knew you didn’t do it. I didn’t need evidence.”
    “I realized that when you came storming into the police station interrogation room. You are an amazing woman. And very formidable. I think you scared the cops. I hope you don’t ever get mad at me.”
    “You didn’t say anything.”
    “I couldn’t without breaking down in tears. I don’t mind crying in front of you, although I don’t plan on doing it often, but I draw the line at crying in front of cops. And then when they gave me back my belongings, I was just really embarrassed that Sergeant Monroe had catalogued what I had in the bag.”
    “Not half as embarrassed as I was when I realized that Sergeant Monroe knew you planned to shove a butt plug up my ass.”
    Jack laughed at her embarrassment, but he could she was turned on too. He could feel the little flutters in her pussy and feel the gush of fluid when she mentioned the butt plug. He felt himself growing hard inside her. He moved to roll her.
    “Oh no you don’t. It’s my turn to ride you,” Nelly declared, and then she did. She braced her knees and feet and gripped his forearms and slowly raised herself up and then down his shaft.
    Jack loved the feel of her pussy grasping his length. And he really loved watching her tits bounce as she rode him. If they were together for the next fifty years, he would never stop loving the sight of her riding him hard, her head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy.
    He reached up and cupped her breasts, playing with the nipples.
    “Did I ever tell you how much I love your tits? They are nice and big and round and bounce so delightfully when you ride me.” He grinned as she coloured, but he could feel her response. He could tell from her expression that she liked it when he talked dirty to her.
    He pinched her hardened nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging on them. She moaned.
    “I can’t wait to clamp these nipples. Have you ever worn nipple clamps? I think I just may have a pair in that bag” She reddened and shook her head, glancing apprehensively at the paper bag. “You’ll love it. Think about it, I’ll put the clamps on your nipples and shove the butt plug up your ass before I fuck you next time. You’ll love having your ass filled and it’ll get you ready for my cock.”
    He released one of her breasts and moved his hand to her ass. She felt him gather up some of her liquid with his finger and then move to her asshole. She kept going with her up-and-down rhythm, but when she came down, her bottom hole pressed against his finger. It slid into her, knuckle deep, and she felt that strange feeling in the pit of her stomach again. One part of her was scared of the idea of a cock up her butt, but another part of her desired it. She wanted him to take her in every way a man could take his woman.
    She moaned. She was getting close. He took his other hand off her breast and zeroed in on her clit. As soon as he touched it, her climax rocketed through her. He grabbed both her hips, braced his feet, and started slamming up into her, pounding into her hard before shooting his cum up into her.
    When they were done, they were both limp. She slumped on him. He rolled and gently pulled out. Then he went into the bathroom and came back with a warm rag to clean her up. She tried to take it from her, but he wouldn’t let her. When he was done, he took it back into the bathroom, pausing to get something from his paper bag. She heard the water running again and knew he was washing the butt plug.
    She coloured. She couldn’t believe she was going to let him shove something in her ass. He returned to the bed, sat down, and pulled her up over his lap. He caressed her ass before he brought his hand down hard. Then he rubbed the hot spot.
    “Ouch. What was that for?”
    Smack . He hit the other cheek. “That was for scaring me.” Smack, smack.
    “What are you