His Sugarplum

When I win a poker game on Christmas Eve, I never imagined the pot would be so damn good.
Sugar’s a prize I don’t deserve.
Her curves make my cock ache and her honey blonde hair has me wound up tightly.
I don’t make it a habit of treating women like they are possessions.
But if I leave her here, with these men, she’ll be devoured.
Now my job is to protect her. At all costs.

This year, it’s a dark-ass Christmas, but Sugar doesn’t seem bitter about her situation.
Truth is, she seems downright pleased to be shut up in my cabin with me.
I don’t want to ruin her… but she’s my sugarplum now.
And I’m ready to taste my Christmas treat.

Dear Reader,
Smith is growly, bearded, and in need of a little TLC.
He’s a twenty-seven-year-old virgin who’s been waiting all his life for his one and only.
For Sugar.
This filthy-sweet holiday romp is exactly how it sounds: Delicious. Enjoy!
xo, frankie