Free A Christmas for Hope by Kassanna

sliding between her butt cheeks.
     
    “Yes.”
     
    He skimmed his shaft between her moist folds, pushing her on her toes as he grazed her clit. Waves of pleasure rolled through her. His fingers dug into the delicate skin of her hip, holding her in place as he ground his pelvis against her. He found the sweet spot below her ear and pressed his lips on the soft hollow. Hope wrapped her hands around the cushion pushing her digits under the edge. He moved his hands, sliding them down her arms and enveloping her hands with his to capture her digits between them. His cock was covered in her juices. He pulled away and thrust forward, slipping into her channel and filling her completely. He didn’t move for a few seconds then, sucking on her neck, he drove into her body, thrusting her forward. She pressed back, and reveled in the touch of his skin on hers, sure he could feel the hard thud of her heart.
     
    The heat emanating off him warmed her and he pulled their arms in, wrapping them around her body as he drove deeper. She closed her eyes; vibrant shades of color blossomed behind her lids. His grunts deepened and his thrust quickened. They formed a rocking rhythm and a tingling started at her fingertips quickly spreading up her limbs. He released one hand and raised it to bury it in her hair, wrapping a lock around his fist, he yanked her head back.
     
    “You’re mine, baby.” He slipped his tongue into her ear.
     
    His declaration sent her over the edge. She bowed as her orgasm ripped through her. Juices poured into folds overflowing onto her thighs. He pulled out only to thrust so deep his balls tapped her inner thighs. He dropped his head and roared into her shoulder as his release came.
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Hope sat up and stared at the carpet while rubbing her back. It was a week before Christmas and roughly three weeks before she got to meet her baby. She looked down at her belly and smiled. “We are almost there, Kira.”
     
    This was the first time she’d truly been by herself since Thanksgiving, and that was only because Lucas had promised his grandmother he’d take her Christmas shopping. Hope chuckled. He’d wanted to take her along and she’d let the tears gush telling him how tired she was. With a peck on the lips, she rolled over and went back to sleep. She searched the room looking for the reason she was suddenly awakened.
     
    The banging on her door startled her and she felt her baby jerk in her womb. She stared through the doorway to the front door, pushed off the bed, and waddled down the short hall. When she swung the door open, the smart retort she’d planned to say died on her lips. Staring at the man that had left her with nothing but a baby, she watched as he cocked a brow and placed a large palm on the thin wood of her front door.
     
    “Charlie.” His name was the only thing she could bring herself to say.
     
    “Hey, baby.” Charlie’s voice dropped to a deep octave, something that used to make her wet her panties. He shifted, leaning on the jamb while trying to see around her and into the apartment.
     
    He hadn’t changed much. The navy blue dress set he wore with boots was classic Charlie. Her momma had called him a thugged-out white boy when she’d met him. A tattoo licked up from beneath the collar of his shirt. That was new along with the deep lines that fanned out from the corners of his eyes and the brackets surrounding his mouth. Now he just looked like a worn out wanna be.
     
    “What the hell do you want?” She narrowed her eyes and smiled at the realization that his appearance did nothing for her.
     
    “I’ve been watching and I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been trying to replace me.”
     
    “I don’t have to try. It’s already done.” She held a hand up palm forward and tried to close the door.
     
    He grabbed her hand yanking it down while squeezing her fingers together. Her joints pressed together and a sharp stinging shot through her digits. His