Christmas Auction (Owned Book 1)

by M. K. Moore

  Way. Too. Good.

  He hooks his fingers into my panties and slides them down my legs. His fingers grazing every inch as they slide down with the panties. My goosebumps are back with a fucking vengeance. I step gingerly out of them. He dances his fingers over my belly and thrusts two of them into me. I cry out. He puts his other hand over my mouth. He stills the fingers inside of me. I whimper and move my hips, trying to fuck myself with them.

  “Quiet. I don’t want anyone hearing you. This shit is all for me. Nod if you understand me.” I nod. “Very good.”

  “Don’t tease me, please,” I plead. He pushes me roughly onto the couch. He lifts my legs around his hips and slams into me. I groan but keep my mouth shut. I don’t want him to stop.

  Before I know it, he is pounding my pussy like a motherfucking boss. The kind of pounding I’ve only read about before.

  “Damn, wife. This pussy is amazing. I am going to live here, set up camp until you are bred with my babies.”

  “Shouldn’t be too hard, I am not on the pill,” I say. He is pounding into me so hard my boobs are actually hitting me in the face. His hands grip my hips hard, I know he will leave bruises. I am so into this that I welcome them.

  “Just what I want to hear, Helena.” When his hands go around my throat, I panic briefly. God, this makes everything so much more intense.

  He removes just one from my neck with the other, his fingers find my clit and I come like a geyser.

  I am a little embarrassed. Fuck, I didn’t know that could happen. My legs are shaking and my heart is beating fast.

  I am pretty sure I loved him before, but I know now, without a doubt, that I love him.

  More than I ever thought possible.

  6

  Kiernan

  “Fuck, Helena,” I shout as I fill her pussy with my seed. Her sweet girlcum has drenched the couch, my balls, and my thighs, causing me to cum so hard inside her. I thought taking her cherry was going to be the highlight of my life, but this, this right here, is fucking unheard of. It’s everywhere. I ease off of her delicate throat. I can’t tell if she is red from lack of oxygen or embarrassment, maybe both. I slide out of her and watch the rush of cum that flows out. Damn, that’s sexy. Using my fingers, I push it back inside of her, where it belongs. Her moan tells me that she can handle more. I pull those out of her and my cum stays put this time.

  “Um, wow. That was… That was amazing,” she says, sitting up.

  “It was,” I say leaning down and kissing her. My cock is level with her hands. I am still a bit sensitive when her hand wraps around my still hard cock. Her soft, warm mouth wraps around the head of my dick. “What are you doing, babe?” She pulls her mouth off of me to answer.

  “Cleaning you up,” she says smiling. Her eyes connect with mine as she takes my entire length down her throat. Fuck. That’s amazing. I wrap her hair around my fist, tugging hard. She moans, looking down, I see her fingers frantically dancing over her clit. She is getting off while she sucks me.

  “Fuck, that is so hot,” I say. “Pull off, if you don’t want to swallow this.” She sucks me harder. I move my hips, until she gags. I am fucking her throat at this point, and we are both loving it. “That’s it, take my cock. Good girl.” Her eyes are watering, but still, she doesn’t stop. I fill her mouth.

  “Mmm. Thank you, husband.” Whoa. She is thanking me for letting her suck me off? I am a lucky fucking man indeed.

  “Anytime, wife. Any fucking time,” I say. We are interrupted by the chime of the intercom.

  “This is your co-pilot, Ray, speaking. We are making our descent into Atlanta. We should be landing within the next twenty minutes. Please fasten your seatbelts. Marco also radioed. He is waiting for you on the tarmac.” I reach over and push the button that allows me to speak with the cockpit.

  “Very good, Ray. Thanks for getting us home safely.”

  “No problem, sir.”

  When I turn back, Helena already has her bra and panties on again. She is turning her dress right side and then that’s on as well. I swallow thickly. I hate that she is covering herself, but I know she must. I find my boxers and pants, then my shoes. Lastly, I put my shirt back on. She sits back down, buckling her seatbelt, and I do the same.

  “I love you,” she blurts out when I grab her hand as the plane starts landing. “Oh shit, that’s crazy. Forget I said that,” she mumbles.

  “I won’t be doing that, Helena. As it turns out, I love you too. Crazy or not.” She smiles. I lean over and kiss her. My tongue dancing with hers. I sit back in the seat as the plane touches down.

  “I never gave much thought as to what I’d tell my family about us.”

  “Just tell them you fell in love and got married. They don’t need to know anything else.”

  “True. Is that what you are going to tell yours?”

  “Yes. They will be pleased. My mother has been harping about grandkids for years.”

  “How old are you? I just realized I don’t know shit about you.”

  “I’m thirty-three,” I say laughing.

  “Middle name?”

  “Finnegan. You?”

  “Ooh, super Irish. Scarlett is my middle name.”

  “Okay, when’s your birthday?”

  “February twenty-sixth. You?”

  “January eighteenth.” I nod. “What about-”

  “Listen, baby, we have the rest of our lives to figure all these things out,” I say cutting her off.

  “I know, but we should at least know the basics.”

  “I love you and you love me. What else do we need to know right this second?”

  “I guess you're right,” she says. Jeanette comes back out and opens the aircraft door. I kiss her before we stand up. She slides her cute little feet back into her shoes. I grab my jacket and hand over her purse.

  “Have a good evening, Mr. O’Toole,” she says smiling at me and completely ignoring Helena. “Please, let me know if I can do anything else for you,” she says boldly touching my chest this time. She's being completely inappropriate. I will be taking this up with her supervisor.

  “Are you sure I can have anything I want?” Helena asks me.

  “I'm sure. Why?” She just smiles smugly.

  “You're fired, Jeanette,” Helena says with an air of authority. She has definitely fired someone before.

  “What? You can't fire me,” Jeanette exclaims.

  “Actually she can, and I believe that she did, so you're definitely fired.”

  I grab her hand and we disembark from the plane.

  “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t stand her,” she says.

  “No, it’s fine babe. She would probably have gotten fired after I brought this to her supervisor.”

  “Okay, that makes me feel a little better.”

  “Hello sir, ma’am. Welcome home. Where to this evening?” I check my watch. It’s after ten.

  “We will go to the penthouse,” I say, helping her into the car.

  “Marco, this is my wife, Helena. Helena our main driver, Marco.”

  “Pleasure, ma’am.”

  “Nice to meet you too,” she says snuggling into me.

  “Take us home,” I say.

  Ten minutes later, we pull up outside the building.

  “What are we doing here? How did you know where I live?”

  “You live here?” I ask.

  “Yeah. I live on the second floor.”

  “I live in the penthouse, sixtieth floor.”

  “Are you kidding me? How have we never seen each other,” she asks.

  “I wasn’t looking for you, but now that I have seen you, I can’t imagine not noticing you. You are so damn beautiful.”

  “Charmer,” she says laughing. She climbs out of the car. We head into the building.

  “Do you need anything from your place tonight?”

  “Maybe some pajamas,” she says.

  “You won’t be needing those, my love,” I say as we get in the elevator. “No
t tonight, anyway.”

  I spend the rest of the night loving my wife.

  I had every intention of finding a wife today, I just had no idea I would instantly love her.

  Who knew good things could happen to assholes.

  Epilogue

  Helena

  New Year’s Eve

  The last week has been magical, to say the least. My parents love him and I love his parents. We are getting along so well. There hasn’t been a single second that we have spent apart. I’ve loved every fucking bit of it.

  Tonight, we are going to a party at his parent's house. It’s not a fancy party, just a get together with friends and lots of alcohol. I pull on my favorite jeans and a silky black tank top. I put on some short, heeled boots and a light jacket. Moving all my stuff here was easy. My brothers helped. I didn’t have to do a damn thing. When I come out of our bedroom, Kiernan is already standing there. Wearing a black button-up shirt and dark blue jeans.

  “Nice. We are matching,” I say laughing and turning back to the bedroom.

  “Where are you going?”

  “To change,” I reply.

  “No, leave it. You look amazing.”

  “Fine. Are your sister’s here yet? Is mine?”

  “Erin and Rhiannon are. Siobhán isn’t here yet, but she’s texted that she is on the way.”

  “Awesome. Let’s drink the year away,”

  By the time I get downstairs, Siobhán is there as is my younger brother Waylon. They are standing in the corner arguing.

  “What’s up with them?” I ask both Erin and Rhiannon.

  “He thinks her outfit is too revealing.”

  “Did they come together?”

  “Nope. But I do believe they will be leaving together,” Erin says laughing.

  “Oh shit,” I say. In the end, Siobhán asked me to borrow a different dress. We are about the same size. I had to giggle at that one.

  “Let’s go, everyone. Mama is making cabbage and ham. If we don’t get there first, it will be all gone. It’s bad luck not to have any.” The O’Toole’s are big believers in luck and I can’t say that I blame them. Kiernan could have died, by all accounts, should have died, but he didn’t. I know we were destined to meet. It’s just crazy that it happened two thousand three hundred and eighty-four miles from home.

  We pile into the huge Escalade and drive the three streets over to his parent’s house. I also live in the suburbs now. In the same neighborhood as his parents. My parents live about 2 miles from here, so we are all getting close. I am honestly surprised my parents took it so well. There is no doubt that Kiernan’s charm helped win them over.

  Amanda, Kiernan’s mama, welcomes me with a hug. She hands me a beer and then moves on to the next person in line to get a magical hug from her. Siobhán and Waylon are still arguing. I wonder what it’s about this time. She put on a pair of my jeans and a funny t-shirt. Sure, the shirt says “I suck for a buck,” but still, it’s kind of funny.

  I start mingling. The next thing I know we are counting down to midnight. My husband kisses me as the ball drops and I forget everything else.

  “Happy new year,” I whisper as he pulls his mouth from mine.

  “Happy new year.”

  “What do we do now?” I ask.

  “Let’s get out of here, babe. I want to start the new year off right,” he growls in my ear.

  “Oh, yeah? How’s that?”

  “Sinking into your tight pussy until you beg me to stop.”

  “You know I’ll never do that.”

  “I do know that.”

  “Should be fun. Let’s go then.”

  I didn’t think I was actually going to get a husband when I signed up for that auction. Not only did I get one, but I also got one I loved more than life itself.

  We may be impulsive.

  We may be crazy.

  We may be a lot of things, but we are together and that’s all that matters.

  I am so ready to see what this year holds in store for us as well as all the years to come.

  Epilogue

  Kiernan

  Five Years Later

  Christmas time has rolled around once again. For the first time in years, we woke up to several inches of snow on the ground. It’s a winter wonderland and the kids are loving it. We have been blessed with four happy and healthy children. Two boys, James and Cedric. Then is our two girls, Robin, and Colleen. Every day with them is an adventure.

  We spent Christmas with her family last night and Christmas morning with mine. Christmas night everybody is all together at my parent's house for a huge dinner.

  But first, I got my sister, Rhiannon, to watch the kids. I am taking Helena home for the afternoon. As our anniversary is on Christmas Day, we don’t go out for it. We spend all afternoon in bed instead. She wasn’t feeling good this morning, so I am thinking a kid-free nap is just what she needs. When I get upstairs, I don’t see her, but I sure do hear her.

  “Babe, are you alright,” I ask walking into the bathroom.

  “I’ll be fine. I just want you to know that this is all your damn fault.”

  “How is it my fault? I haven’t been sick in months.”

  “I’m not sick, I’m pregnant. Again,” she says standing. Going to the sink, she brushes her teeth.

  “You’re pregnant?”

  “Yep,” she says, spitting into the sink.

  She turns the shower on, strips down, and climbs in.

  “That is wonderful news.”

  “Are you going to join me?” she asks, hands on her hips. The creamy hips that are covered in bruises from my hands digging into her skin as I fuck her.

  “Yeah, of course,” I say stripping quickly.

  Over the years, I’ve learned her moods.

  She isn’t really upset right now.

  I climb into the shower behind her, wrapping my arms around her.

  “You’ve made me so happy. Made me come alive.”

  “I love you. Can you believe we are going to have five children?”

  “I love you too. I can believe it. My swimmers know what to do,” I say cockily.

  “You are getting snipped.”

  “Hell no, babe. How can I keep you knocked up that way?”

  “I am sure you’d manage to figure out a way,” she says, washing her body.

  “How about I finish up in here, then eat your sweet pussy until you fall asleep?”

  “Mmm, that sounds like a really excellent plan.”

  “You go get in bed, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

  She gets out and dries off. I finish my shower and am out of the bathroom in no more than five or six minutes. She is already dressed in snowflake pajamas and snuggled under the covers.

  Fuck, she is beautiful and all mine.

  Never once have I doubted us.

  Never will I give her a reason to doubt me.

  We’ve built a family based on the love we felt the first moment we saw each other.

  It should have never lasted, but it always will.

  I thank God every day that I went to that auction. That I found her. She is the very best part of me and I can’t wait to see what the future brings.

  The End!

  Acknowledgments

  I want to thank my husband, Daryl. You are so supportive of my dreams and I love you so fucking much for like ever.

  Thank you, Mama, for all of your support! I love you.

  Karlee, eek!!! Love you .6 times.

  Elisa, thank you for being so supportive and betareading this for me! Love you, my #unicorn friend!!!

  JENNY you da best!!!!

  To my arc team, no matter how many arcs I send in a short amount of time you guys pull through! Thank you so much for hanging out with me!

  To all of the readers, you guys are the ones that make this possible! Thank you for reading me and taking the time to review. You don’t know how much seeing your words of encouragement help me when I am struggling!

  -MK
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