Page 17 of Baby, It Snowed Outside

“Yes,” she gasps as her orgasm continues to build.

“Come for me, baby girl. Come all over my big dick.” I rasp in her ear while grazing it with the edges of my teeth.

Beneath me, I feel her shudder and then she’s coming hard and fast.

“That’s my girl.” My voice is strained and husky as I slam my cock all the way inside her. “How does it feel to have every last inch of me inside of you?

“I can’t believe what I’ve been missing,” Aspen purrs.

“Mmmmm. So fucking true.”

Her fingers tangle in my hair pulling it as I kiss her hard and deep.

Chapter eleven

Aspen

Oh my God! I can’t believe Zane is fucking me. He’s really fucking me. I offered up my virginity, wrapped up like a pretty little Christmas present and he didn’t hesitate to wreck me. I would have never guessed Zane would have such a raunchy mouth on him. His dirty words have me so turned on. I thought men like this only existed in books. He’s thrusting into me and, fuck, the way his dick is spearing me feels like heaven. My pussy throbs around him. With each thrust, I find myself needing more. Deeper, harder, faster, I want it all.

His fingers stroke my sensitive clit. I moan into his kiss, pulling away long enough to whisper, “Merry Christmas, Zane. Is this what you were expecting, or did I surprise you this year?”

“Ohhh,” he rasps in a deep husky tone, “you definitely surprised me this year, Aspen.”

The way my name slides off his tongue like silk leaves me crumbling. I never want this to end.

“Tell me, Aspen. You get me a gift every year on Christmas. Anything I can get you will pale in comparison to this. What is something—anything—that you’ve always wanted? Be reasonable, baby,” he pauses, “or better yet, don’t be reasonable.”

I smile, looking into his eyes because I already know exactly what I want to say. “A necklace, something special. Something only the two of us can possibly understand, so that when I miss you, I can wear it and instantly be reminded of tonight.”

“Alright, you’ve been a good girl this year. I think I can handle that but, baby, it snowed outside. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until the roads are clear. Until then, I think I can give you a temporary necklace.” Zane says with a smirk as he drives into me slowly and deliberately.

“A temporary necklace,” I repeat, looking up at him, confused.

“How about a hand necklace, Aspen? Would my dirty little Christmas present like that?” He asks.

“What’s a hand necklace?” I ask, intrigued. He couldn’t possibly mean what I think he means, but if he does, I can’t say it doesn’t turn me on.

“I think you know exactly what I mean, little tease. How about you look at me and let me talk you through it?”

I flick my eyes to his, staring him down just like he asked. His eyes are filled with lust as he returns my stare. Zane repositions himself, shifting so that he is kneeling in front of me with my legs splayed around him as he continues to rhythmically slide himself in and out of me. I feel exposed. I close my eyes, uncomfortable with the way I’m on full display for him.

“Don’t look away, Aspen. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re fucking perfect. I want to burn this image into my head so that when I go back to the East Coast for second semester, I can replay it over and over again. Then maybe I’ll just have to fly you out to me for spring break and spend the entire week filling your tight little pussy full of my cum. No one will even have to know. Would you like that, baby girl? Would you like to spend spring break with me so I can fuck you every way I’ve ever imagined?” His voice is addictive. It grabs my attention and refuses to let go.

I bite my lip and nod my head.

“Good girl. Keep your eyes on me, don’t you dare look away, and I’ll give you a hand necklace for Christmas.” He instructs.

I do as he says, listening as he talks me through it. “I’m going to slide this hand,” he holds up his left hand and waves it at me, “Over your hip like this, and up your stomach.”

He pauses to caress each one of my breasts and runs his fingers over my nipples until they pebble. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. These are distracting.”

I arch my back, sliding him in deeper as his hand travels up to my neck as he whispers, “I’m going to wrap my fingers around your neck, like this—“

I gasp as his fingers clasp around my neck while his other hand circles my clit. My back arches as he fills me. His thrusts getting more aggressive with every pass. I can feel his cock growing inside me, stretching me out. The pressure is building in the most delightful wave.

“What’s wrong, baby girl? Do you like when I tie you up, choke you, and take everything you’ve been saving for me?” Zane’s voice rumbles laced with desire.

“Yes. Please, Zane, don’t stop. It feels so good,” I beg.

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