Page 59 of Whiteout

“I’m sure.” She nodded as she stood. “I might not be much of a cook, but I’ve had plenty of practice doing dishes.”

“You’re such a dear—thank you.” Looking on as Breanna went about her task, Francie leaned into his ear, her anxious voice low, “Derek called while you were out.”

“What’d he want?”

“She’s a lot like her daddy.” Glancing at Breanna, she shook her head. “I don’t care how you do it, but you keep your cousin away from her.”

Before he could even close the door, Breanna brought his mouth down to hers and kissed him. Hera jumping at their feet, she held his face in her hands and slipped her sweet tongue inside.

That’s how she does it.

Addicted to her taste, he slipped his hands beneath her sweater. Ian squeezed her little tits, capturing the nipples between his fingers.

She whimpered, a sound he loved when it came from her. His dick wasn’t just twitching. Hard and heavy and throbbing in his pants, he was ready to fuck. And, oh, how he wanted to. Needed to. God, she made him crazy. Primitive. Feral.

At this rate, they’d never make it to the bed.

“Your turn.”

“My turn?” Breanna glanced up at him, her head tipped slightly to the side.

He let his fingers slip through her hair. “Show me.”

“What?”

“You,” Ian answered, lifting the sweater over her head. He removed her bra to gaze upon those luscious tits. “All of you.”

“But you’ve seen me.” Her gaze never leaving him, she unzipped her pants and pushed them down her thighs. “You kept me naked for three days.”

“Not like this.”

Not with the bright winter sun pouring in through the glass. He looked his fill, taking in every dimple, angle, and curve. This girl, his princess with the fairytale eyes, was beautiful.

Standing in front of him, naked, vulnerable, and unashamed, Breanna watched as he stripped off his clothes.

Ian reached for her, fingertips caressing her breasts. “Love your big nipples. They’re so perfect on these pretty little titties.”

Her cheeks turning pink, she glanced down at her chest and shrugged. “Maybe they’re still growing.”

“Hope not.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I love them just as they are.”

Toying with her nipples, his lips skated along the vein pulsing in her neck. Reaching her ear, Ian whispered, “Yeah, I think I’m going to fuck you right here.”

He could feel the shiver go through her.

His hands swept down her sides. Sinking his fingers into her ass, Ian pressed her soft body to his aching dick. “Is that okay with you?”

Breanna answered with a kiss. “I’ve missed feeling you inside me.”

Fuck, I’ve missed being there. Easing her down onto the fur rug, Ian hiked her leg high on his chest. “That’s it,” he praised, her arms coming around his neck. “Hold on to me.”

Without looking, he grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it beneath her head. He pinched her nipples, hard, both at the same time, twisting the pink, swollen buds in his fingers. Her nails scored down his back, and it stung. Yeah, baby, make me bleed. He wanted her marks on his skin, his blood on her sheets, and her cunt filled with his cum.

Ian deepened their kiss. Pulling on her nipples, he thrust his tongue in, fucking her mouth with it, his aching dick grinding against her thigh. But then greedy, hungry for her, that ripe, delicious nipple was in his mouth.

“Sin…” Breanna sucked in a breath, pulling on his hair. “Please…put your fingers in me.”

“You need that, don’t you?” He thrust two into her sopping-wet hole. “Need to be fucked.”

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