Page 26 of Whiteout

His fingers ghost over my slick folds. Mixing my arousal with the melting ice. I gasp, my body reacting to the lightest touch.

"Ever since the first time I laid eyes on you I’ve wanted to live inside this pussy," Kris growls, his hands grasping my hips.

"Please," I beg, feeling desperate and wanting him morethan I thought possible.

“Use your words, Cherry. Tell me what you want.” He circles his fingers over my clit, bringing me closer to the edge.

"I need you inside me.” I beg shamelessly, my fingers digging into the icy ground beneath me. His touch is electric, lighting up every nerve ending, and I crave more. “Fuck me, Kris."

I feel his hard length press against me, “Yeah? You want my cock inside that tight pussy?”

“Oh God, yes,” I whimper.

"You've been a very good girl for me, Cherry. It's time for your reward." He slowly pulls the icicle from my pussy, sliding it up to my ass before circling it around my tight hole. "Have you ever been fucked here?"

"No."

"Good, I'll be the only one who ever will." I hear what's left of the icicle clatter to the ground and then his fingers are digging into my hips, pulling me back towards him as he positions himself behind me. "I'll save that treat for another time."

He begins pushing inside of me in one smooth motion. I cry out, my body arching back against him. His cockis so thick and warm, every inch of him stretches me in the best possible way. It's a stark contrast to the cold icicle, and I moan at the feel of him moving inside of me.

"Fucking hell, you feel so good,” he groans. "Is this what you wanted? My cock buried deep inside you?" Kris grinds his hips as he pulls me back onto him, controlling the rhythm. “You like that, don't you? Feeling me stretch you open?" I can feel every inch of him as he slides in and out, filling me completely.

"Yes," I whisper, my breath catching in my throat. "I need more. Please, Kris."

He pulls out almost completely, leaving me feeling empty, then thrusts back into me, hard. His hips slam into mine, his body claiming mine with each powerful thrust. The world around us melts away, leaving only the two of us, consumed by each other.

"Oh, fuck, Kris," I moan, my body moving in rhythm with his.

His grip tightens, almost painfully, as he drives into me again and again. I can feel the rough edges of the whip marks brushing against his skin, and it only fuels my desire.

"This tight pussy was made just for me, wasn't it?" His voice is strained. "Tell me it's mine, Cherry. Beg me to use your pretty littlecunt."

"It's yours, all yours," I pant, my words coming out in desperate gasps. "Use me any way you want. Just keep fucking me, please."

"Fuuuck, you take it so well. You’re gripping me so tight. I bet you're hoping I'll fill that sweet cunt with my come, aren't you?" He groans, his hands sliding up my body, his fingers tangling in my hair. He pulls my head back, pulling me back so my body is flush against his as he continues to fuck me. The movement exposes my neck, and he bites down gently, sending shivers throughout my body.

"Kris," I moan, my body moving with his, our rhythm perfectly in sync. "I need—”

"You need what? Tell me, Cherry."

"I need to come," I admit, my cheeks flaming. "Please, make me come."

"Not yet, baby. I’m not done feeling you wrapped around my cock.”

Kris thrusts into me, his hips slamming against me. The force of his thrusts rocks my body forward with each stroke. He fucks me with a primal need, like he can't get enough of me, and it's driving me wild.

"You feel so goddamn good. I could fuck you forever." Kriswhispers in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. I feel his teeth sink into the sensitive skin of my neck again, and I cry out, the sensation shooting straight to my core.

"Yes," I cry out, my body on fire. "Kris, I need it. I'm so close."

"Not yet," he teases, slowing his thrusts. "I want you to beg for it."

I'm so wound up that the pause almost hurts. "Please, Kris. Please let me come."

"Good girl. That's what I like to hear."

With a few more sharp thrusts, he pushes me over the edge. "Come for me, Cherry. Let me feel it."

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