Page 7 of Whiteout

Her body stiffens slightly as her orgasm builds. I don't stop, licking and sucking, wanting to drink up every last drop of her pleasure. Her thighs tighten around my head, and she moans softly in pleasure as she comes for me.

I force myself to pull away, my face wet with her arousal. I crawl up her body, settling in between her thighs. Hovering over her, I lower my head to capture her mouth with mine. I growl low in my throat knowing she's tasting herself on my lips. My grip on her hips tightens.

I can't wait any longer, I need to know what it feels like to have her pretty pussy stretching around my cock. I line myself up, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. I want to plow into her, but I take a breath to calm myself. Slowing down to savor this moment between us. I'm taking her for the first time in our bed, the place we will lay together for the rest of our lives.

I sink into her, slowly, feeling the heat of her pussy envelop me. "So fucking tight," I groan. Her walls clench around me, milking my cock, and I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from pounding into her. I give myself a moment to adjust, resting my forehead against hers, our breath mingling.

She's perfect. I feel like I could slide into her forever, burying myself balls-deep, and she'd swallow me whole. Iwithdraw almost completely, then thrust back into her, a little harder this time.

"You feel so damn good, Cherry," I grit out, my hands gripping her hips as I begin to move. I can't hold back anymore, and I start to thrust into her, my hips slapping against hers. I watch the way her tits bounce with each thrust. I dip my head down to take her nipple into my mouth, tugging on it with my teeth. She tastes like sin, and I need to make her mine in every way possible.

Her pussy grips me like a vise, and I know I won't last much longer. I fuck her hard, my balls slapping against her ass with each deep thrust. I reach between us, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She's so wet, her juices coating my hand, and I groan at the feel of her slick skin.

"Come for me again, Cherry." I flick her clit with my thumb, rubbing in tight circles, feeling her body start to shake. Her walls tightening around my cock, and I know she's close. I slam into her, driving myself as deep as I can go, and feel her legs begin to shake.

I can't hold back anymore. My balls draw up tight, and I explode inside her, my cock twitching as I spill myself into her. I bury myself as deep as I can go, wanting to imprint myself on her soul the same way she's imprinted herself onto mine. She's a part of me now just as much as I am a part of her.

Collapsing onto her, I breathe in her sweet scent, feeling her soft body beneath me. I know I should pull out, but I can't bring myself to do it. I want to stay connected to her; our bodies joined together as one. I nuzzle her neck, my lips brushing against her skin.

She feels so good, my cock is still half hard inside her. I shift, reluctantly pulling out of her slowly. She gasps softly, her body instinctively protesting the loss. I chuckle softly, "I know baby, me too."

I run my hands down the sides of her narrow waist, enjoying the way she squirms, even in her drugged state. My hands continue their descent down her body until I'm dragging my fingers through our combined juices. I love seeing my come dripping from her cunt. With two fingers, I push my come that has leaked out back inside of her. I want it all inside of her, to seep in and brand her from the inside.

I curl my fingers upward, stroking that spot I know will send her over the edge. Her body shudders, and I thrust gently, feeling her pussy clench around my fingers.

"So responsive," I murmur, unable to resist licking my fingers, tasting our flavors mingled together on my tongue. "So, fucking good, Ivy."

I push both fingers back inside of her, then trace her plump lips with the tips of my fingers. I lick the mixturefrom her lips and groan when her warm breath skates across my tongue.

"Do you want to taste us, Cherry?" I push my fingers past her lips and into her mouth, swirling them around her tongue. "Do you taste how perfect that is? How fucking good we taste together?"

Pulling my fingers from her warm mouth, I spread the slick mixture of us and Ivy's spit across her lips and down her chin. I drag myself away from her and head into the bathroom.

Turning on the faucet, I wait for the water to heat up, grabbing a clean washcloth and a towel from the stack inside the cabinet. When the water is warm enough, I soak the washcloth, wringing it out so it's not too wet. I need to take care of her, she belongs to me now.

Back in the bedroom, she stirs slightly as I wipe her clean, a soft whimper escaping her lips. I freeze, afraid I might've hurt her, but then she settles back to sleep. I toss the used washcloth into the hamper in the corner of the room and grab the dry towel. I move slowly and carefully, drying her delicate skin with gentle strokes.

After I finish drying her off, I adjust her clothing, pulling up her pants and tucking in her shirt just how it was before. I can't resist kissing her one more time. I brush my lips softly against hers. "Goodnight, Cherry."

Carefully, I pull the blankets up, tucking her in snugly. Just as I'm about to leave, I turn back for one last look, committing her sleeping form to memory. I take a deep breath, pulling her cherry scent into my lungs, and then I force myself to turn away.

I quietly dressed myself in the clothes I had neatly folded on my bedside table. Unable to resist one more touch, I lean over the bed and brush Ivy's hair back from her face, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "I'll be on the couch if you need me. Sleep well sweet girl, and dream of me. This was just the beginning of our forever."

I make my bed for the night on the couch, pulling the same blanket over me that Ivy was using earlier. I smile when I notice it smells like her cherry scented skin. I reach for the remote, and turn on the TV, but I'm not really watching it. My mind is still in my bedroom with Ivy. Replaying every touch, every moan, every taste. She's the one I've been waiting 40 years for. The woman I've always been destined to be with, to breed, to marry, and now she's all mine.

Chapter 6

Ivy

My head is killing me. The bright morning light streaming through the window feels like hot needles in my eyes. I groan and slowly sit up, but the room starts spinning, and my stomach churns. Oh no, I'm going to be sick. I spot the open bathroom door just in time and rush over, falling to my knees as the contents of my stomach empty into the toilet.

What the hell happened last night? My mind is a blur. I remember arriving at Kris's cabin, relieved to be safe and out of the blizzard. He offered me a drink and we talked. The bourbon was strong, and I remember feeling relaxed, too relaxed. I must have passed out, but I only remember having two drinks.

I stand shakily, my hand gripping the bathroom counterfor support. My throat burns, and my mouth tastes awful. I rinse my mouth with water from the faucet, wishing I had a toothbrush. I step out of the bathroom, my eyes scanning the unfamiliar bedroom. A movement from the doorway catches my eye, and I freeze.

"Good morning, Ivy."

Kris stands by the bedroom door, a hint of a smile on his face. He looks far too composed and awake- the exact opposite of how I feel right now, and it irritates me. I'm still dressed in yesterday's clothes, my hair a mess, makeup smeared across my face, and I feel like death ran me over with a truck and then backed up to do it again.

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