Page 48 of Snowed Under

I kiss her cheeks. Her nose. Her chin. Her eyes. I love every single inch of her. “I want you in my bed, but I need to come.”

She opens her eyes as I nibble against her bottom lip. “I’m ready for you.”

A slow grin spreads across my face. “You sure?”

Her soft, electric smile beguiles me. “I’m sure.”

I grip her hips with both hands and force her down roughly, taking all of me. She cries out and I lift her, then at the same timeI thrust up. The small confines of the truck means we’ve got nowhere to move around, but this won’t take long. Then I’m gonna fuck her in my bed. “Yes!” she cries.

I bounce her harder as the tempo increases, up down, up down. “Come on my cock again,” I rasp. “Come now, baby.”

She throws her head back and grinds down, screaming my name as I suckle her nipple into my mouth, my load shooting out of me in ripples. I shudder. My orgasm goes on and on. My groan fills the cab, matching the call of her name on my lips as I fill her up. Then she stills. She sags into my arms, her breathing just as heavy as mine. “Holy shit,” she mutters.

“No kidding. You mean to tell me this is what we’ve been missing out on?”

She giggles against my chest as she holds me tight. I wrap my arms around her waist to keep us connected for a little longer. “Good things come to those who wait.”

I kiss the top of her head. “Yep. And I’ve waited long enough. Let’s get to bed.”

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I slide in and out of her. She’s flat on her back, her legs wrapped around me, and I’m fucking her nice and slow. Okay, the truck was a little hectic. We were both needy and needed a quick release. But now she’s in my bed for the entire night, we don’t have that issue. I pin her arms above her head and work my hips. She’s so soft beneath me, so responsive; she loves it when I talk dirty to her. I think I shocked her, and that turns me on even more.

“Such a tight little pussy.” I can barely get the words out because she’s squeezing me so hard. “It feels like it was made for me.”

“Faster, Cole,” she breathes.

I shake my head, placing one finger over her lips. “I want you to feel every inch of me. This body is mine, Ainsley Parsons. You got me? All of it is mine.”

“So possessive.” She doesn’t hold back her groan when I jolt my hips a little harder.

“Yep, and you’re gonna be feelin’ me for days. Every time you walk or even sit down, you’re gonna know where I’ve been.”

“Oh.”

I pump my hips, edging her to the brink, and this time, when she comes, she grips my ass and tries to get me to quicken. I don’t. I drag out her pleasure until she’s squeezing my butt cheeks for dear life, her whole body tense as she cries out. There’s no way I could ever get sick of seeing her beneath me like this.

“This is torture,” she breathes.

“But good torture?” I grin against her neck.

“Oh, yes.”

I move up onto my knees, my hands pressing into the mattress next to her head. It’s so much deeper like this. I move one arm, lifting her ass slightly as I go deeper still, and she moves her hands to her breasts and plays with them. Seeing her do this and really open up to me makes me feel like a king. She’s so quiet and demure in her real life, but I’m thrilled to find out she’s a little dirty in the bedroom. I love making her tell me what she wants, and her dirty talk.

“Push up onto your hands. Look at what I’m doin’ to you.”

She does as I say, sitting up slightly to watch my dick sink in and out of her. Our eyes meet. “This pussy is mine.”

“Okay.”

“Say it.”

She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment. “I can’t say that.”

I don’t want to deny her anything, but hearing her talk dirty is something I’d beg for.

“Yes, you can.”

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