Page 17 of Christmas With the Convict

I feel like a starving man who’s been given a perfectly cooked steak.

I’m rabid, wild with a lustful hunger.

And as Wendy unhooks her bra, I fill my hands with her soft, milky tits. She shudders and moans softly as her stiff, cute little nipples roll between my fingers.

“I’ve been thinking about this since I first saw you.”

Wendy smiles and squeezes my shaft. “That first day. You weren’t even in my class yet. You were mopping floors…”

“You remember? I didn’t think you noticed me.”

“I noticed, Chase,” she whispers in my ear. “The truth is, not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought about you. About what I might say to you if we were alone. About what it might feel like to kiss your lips, to touch your body, to stroke your…”

I groan and lean back against the tree.

“I bet you didn’t think it’d be like this.”

“No,” Wendy giggles. “You’ve far exceeded even my wildest dreams—“

I take her words from her lips.

I take them finally knowing that this desire, this obsession that I’ve felt since I first heard her heels hitting those ugly gray floors has been shared with her the entire time.

I kiss her knowing that she’s falling for me and that nothing and no one will stop us now.

Wendy squeals as I whip her around and press her bare back against the tree. I drop to my knees and tug her snow pants down, clawing at the layers beneath until I see the blond hairs of her perfect mound.

“I would go back to prison if it was the only way I could see you.” I kiss her belly, working my way down with every word. “I’d put myself behind bars just for the chance tolookat you, Wendy. This… this feels like a dream. I swear I’m going to wake up right back in my cell with bars and walls and guards and guns between us.”

“It’s not a dream,” Wendy huffs and runs her fingers through my hair. I taste her, and she moans desperately. “I promise, baby. This is real. This.Us. It’s real. I don’t care what my dad thinks. I don’t care if every person in my family is talking about me behind my back, talking about how crazy or naive or foolish I must be. I’ve been waiting for the chance to hold you for months, and I’m not letting go…”

I rise to my feet.

Our thick pants are bunched up around our ankles in the snow.

Wendy whimpers and works her hips against me, letting my hard cock poke and slide around her waist until I have her leg hooked under my arm.

She nods frantically, throwing her arms around my shoulders and kissing my lips. “I’m not letting go. I want it. I want you… Chase, I want you…”

She’s the warmest thing I’ve ever felt.

Years spent alone in the cold. Fuckingyearsdeprived of any slightly pleasant touch or smell or sensation, and now I’m thrusting into her perfect, tight pussy for the first time. It’s enough to make me go crazy.

Sheisdriving me crazy.

Snow drifts down from the branches, rocked off by our rhythm against the tree. Wendy pants and whimpers, smiling and staring into my eyes, tongue flicking my lips from time to time.

“You feel so good…” Her head drops back against the bark. “Oh, Chase. You feel sofuckinggood…”

The way she moans each word throws gasoline onto the fire in my heart. It blazes and beats so fast that I’m sure the snow around us is melting.

She drags her fingers down my body, clawing at every inch of muscle.

“Harder,” she whispers as if someone still might find us, “harder.”

I pull out only to whirl her around, but it’s long enough to make her beg for it.

How will we go back to that house and restrain ourselves after this?

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