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“Yes,” I panted. “Harder. Faster. Deeper. Give me all of it.”

He chuckled and applied more pressure as he continued massaging my ass. I arched my back, giving him access to wherehe needed as he applied more oil and started rubbing his way down my cheeks, getting painfully close to my pussy.

“Roll over,” he commanded, pulling his hands away while my brain tried to keep up with what he was asking for.

Not caring that I was fully on display anymore, I did as he asked, not bothering to cover my breasts with the bra that was now lying beneath me.

He took his time looking at my body as he rubbed oil between his hands and then leaned forward and began massaging my shoulders from the front. I hated him being so close to where I needed him yet so far away.

“It’s okay to let it build,” he said softly, looking down at me. “It’ll just make your release more intense. And trust me, it’ll be worth it.”

I nodded and closed my eyes as his hands traveled down over my breasts, gently caressing each as they hung heavily in his grip. I wanted him to lower his mouth and take one of the pebbled nipples into it and suck, but he didn’t. He just kept moving down my body until he reached my pussy.

“Shaved. I like it.”

He looked up and locked eyes with me, his head hovering where I wanted him, but he didn’t move until I nodded my head, confirming this was what I wanted. The next thing I knew, he was fully seated in between my thighs, his tongue sliding along my slit as I gasped and gripped his hair.

“Fuck,” I cried out, my body nearly bucking off the bed.

But he didn’t seem bothered by it as he pushed my legs down with firm hands and held them in place while he tortured me with his tongue. He nipped at my clit a few times before pulling it into his mouth and sucking. The sensation was driving me mad, nearly sending me over the edge when I was already on the brink.

I could feel the orgasm building as my spine tingled.

“I’m so close,” I warned, though it wasn’t like he needed it. I could tell he knew by how he changed position and began finger fucking me with two fingers. He was hitting a spot I didn’t even know I had while continuing to suck my clit with the right amount of pressure.

“FUCK!” I screamed, panting as waves of pleasure washed over me. My body spasmed so hard that I saw stars again as I felt fluid come out of me.

He pulled away slowly, removing his fingers as he sat beside me on the bed.

I opened my eyes and found him looking at me with a satisfied grin while I avoided looking down to see what kind of mess I made.

“Don’t worry about it,” he assured me, already reading my thoughts again. “I told you I like it messy. Squirting is fun, isn’t it?”

Fourteen

Brody

The sound of snoring kept me up as Jasmin slept comfortably after squirting in my bed. She apologized profusely about the mess, but I assured her it was fine. That was one thing about me—I was rigid with most things in life, but sex wasn’t one of them. The messier, the better.

I rolled over, groaning under my breath when I realized I would have to be up in an hour. It would be a long, coffee-fueled day due to the lack of sleep, but thankfully, there wasn’t much physical labor that I could do with the second wave of snow that came through last night. The news had assured us we’d seen the worst of it, but given the two feet of fresh snow that had fallen—and continued to fall—I was calling bullshit.

Without waking her up, I rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. There was no point in delaying the inevitable; might as well get up and get the day started. I was still sexually frustrated after last night but declined her offer to get me off. While I had crossed the line with everything I did to her, I was convinced I still had a chance at keeping things from getting too complicated if I stopped it there. The last thing I needed was another complication.

The hot water sprayed down on me, melting away a fraction of the stress sitting on my shoulders. I hated that I couldn’t get outside and work on what I needed to, but there was nothing that could be done about that now. The bigger problem was that Jasmin would be stuck with me even longer now that anotherstorm had rolled in. The chances of her getting out of here and back to Sugarplum Falls safely were slim.

I squirted some shampoo into my hand and lathered it in my hair, closing my eyes as I leaned back into the water. It felt nice, but not as nice as her pussy had felt pressed against my face as I drew her orgasm out of her. Her body was beautiful, and I enjoyed exploring every inch of it.

I finished my shower and got out, drying off quickly so I could free the bathroom in case she needed it. There was another one down the hall, but I knew how much she preferred using this one. I threw on a hoodie and a pair of joggers, then slowly opened the door after turning off the light. She was still sprawled out on my bed, fast asleep.

There was a lot to get done, but unfortunately, the majority of it was outdoor stuff. I would need to check on the reindeer and make sure they had plenty of food and water, but that could wait until the sun was up. It was too cold outside to risk getting stuck out there and freezing to death. I knew they were safe in the barn and had everything they needed until it was safe to venture outside.

I started a pot of coffee and debated on what to make for breakfast. I was too tired to put much effort into cooking, but I also wanted to make sure crazy boot lady had a warm meal to eat. I opened the cabinets and looked around, hoping that something quick and easy would pop out at me. As the coffee started to trickle into the pot, the heavenly aroma filled my senses, giving me hope that today would be a productive day after all.

Settling on a boxed muffin mix, I poured myself a cup of coffee and preheated the oven. The recipe was easy enough, only needing some water, oil, and a few eggs. I added everything to the mixing bowl and then poured the mixture into the large muffin pan that I had already lined. I didn’t make muffins often,but when I did, I liked them big instead of those tiny little muffins you had to eat five of just to get full.

I set the pan in the oven and grabbed my cup of coffee as I sat down at the table. It was quiet in the house, which was what I loved the most about it. Being this far outside of town meant there wasn’t anyone around to bother me—other than a feisty woman who was obsessed with getting my reindeer.

I opened the book I had been reading and kicked my feet up on the chair across from me, getting comfortable as she walked in.

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