Page 8 of Snowed in with the Mountain Man

I lean forward, brushing my lips against her ear.“I make your legs cry, sweetheart?”

She grabs my hand and shoves it between her legs in answer.Her pussy lips are wetter than ever.A trail of liquid runs down an inner thigh.Her legs are …crying.She moans as I drag my fingers through her folds, teasing her swollen button.“If you don’t get those jeans off, I will.”

“In a hurry?”I tease, tugging down my zipper and freeing my cock.I lower my length beneath her ass, rubbing my swollen head against her wetness.

“A little.”She reaches for me between her legs, taking over.Getting my cock nice and wet with each teasing stroke through her folds.I slip my hands beneath the top of her apron, grabbing both tits and giving them the attention they deserve.“I’m only here until tomorrow morning.I want to get as high up on Santa’s naughty list as I can before I go.”

I ignore that painful pang in my chest, refusing to think about tomorrow.Refusing to think about a moment in time that exists without Mallory in it.Dismissing it to lust and infatuation.I’ll deal with the hard shit, after she’s gone.

“If I fuck you, sweetheart, this pussy will belong to me.You understand?”

“Ifyou fuck me?”She gives my cock a squeeze before lining me up at her entrance.“You’re going to fuck me, Jake.And you’re going to do it more than once tonight.”

I’ve never been more turned on by a woman bossing me around during sex than I am right now.Ineedto be inside Mallory in the worst way.With my cock nudging her entrance, I push inside.She returns both hands to the counter, bracing herself as I slowly slide inside.Stretching her walls.Filling her pussy.Groaning at the way her tightness envelopes me.“God, you feel amazing.”

“You’re sobig!”she gasps as I fully seat myself inside her.Our bodies are as close as they could possibly be, but it’s not enough.I want to go deeper.To disappear inside her.This is more than lust.No matter how hard I want to fight it, I know the truth is inevitable.

This is love.

I hold myself inside her, giving her pussy time to adjust to my girth.“You okay, Mallory?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”I drop one hand to her hip and dig my fingers in.“Hold on tight, baby, because things are about to get rough.”I take my time pulling out until just the tip is inside.But when I plunge back inside, I do it so fast she lifts up on tiptoes and cries outfuck!

I pull out slowly again.“Put one hand between your legs, sweetheart,” I growl against her ear.“I don’t want to let go of your tit.”I pinch her nipple to emphasize my point.“But you need to finger your button while I fuck you hard.”She does as told, which turns me on all the more.God, I need more than one night with this woman.I need a lifetime to explore all we could be in the bedroom.Another lifetime to explore everything we could be outside of it.

I do as promised and fuck her roughly against the kitchen island.Her moans and cries are almost too much.A sensory overload when combined with the way her pussy wraps around my dick.But I refuse to come before she does.“Come for me, Mallory.Now.”

Seconds after my demand, I feel her pussy convulse around my dick.She cries out my name as both her hands return to the island, holding on for dear life.I take over fingering her clit as she rides her wave of pleasure.Only then do I give myself permission to join her.

I pound into her one, two, three finals times and still.Filling her with hot ropes of cum.Claiming her.

I have no fucking idea how to keep this stranger in my life, but I’m determined to do whatever it takes to figure it out.“You’re mine, Mallory.Mine.”

“And you’re mine, Jake.Allmine.”

7

MALLORY

“Hmm.”I turn the wine bottle all the way upside down, but only a single drop of red liquid splashes into my mug.“The wine’s gone.”I look up, watching Jake attend to the fire we’ll be sleeping—ornotsleeping—in front of tonight.I feel a warmth flood my body that no alcohol could ever compete with.“Why’s the wine gone?”

“Because you drank it all, baby.”

My entire body shivers in delight at the pet name I thought I hated.But when Jake calls mebaby, my lady bits quiver with desire.I abandon the bottle and join him in front of the fireplace.“You don’t keep more than one bottle?”

“I don’t keepanybottles.You can thank Kristi for the one you emptied.”

It occurs me to how little we know about each other, which makes these strong feelings all the more troubling.And exciting.Don’t lie to yourself, Mal.You’re excited about it, too.I start to spread the blankets out in front of the fireplace.“What do you like to drink?”

“Coffee.”

“Do you want me to make you some?”I offer.

I smooth down the corners of the blankets with my palms, head tilted downward to focus on my task.Which is why I don’t notice the heated stare Jake has locked on me until I’m right in front of his wool sock covered feet and look up.

“I’m not thirsty for anything but you, Mallory.”He kneels down, shedding his shirt before his knees touch the blanket.I gulp a swallow at the sight of him.I didn’t fully appreciate the view when he came out of the shower this morning.His chest is hard and smooth.His washboard abs beg for my fingers.

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