Page 14 of Snow Harm, No Foul

The scrape from his beard is a sensory overload, and I fucking love it. Want more of it. Specifically on my inner thighs.

“Yes,” I coo.

The first swipe of his tongue over my swollen peak makes me moan, but it’s the ghostly press of his teeth around it and the promise of delicious pain that has me crying out.

“Right here, Ivy,” he spits, as if he’s angry. “I want to coat these huge, soft tits in so much cum that you’ll never be able to wash the scent of me from them. I’ve never seen ones like this, and I’m content never findin’ another. I’m claimin’ this rack tonight, and that’s fuckin’ that.”

He bites down on my nipple, and I come.

5

NIKO

Ivy’s headfalls back as she writhes on my thighs. She squeezes my fingers hard and cups my jaw, holding my face in place.

It’s the first gentle touch she’s given me. I wouldn’t doubt her fingers have imbedded their prints in my skin from the blistering heat coming off them.

“Niko, Niko.Ooh. . .” she whimpers as I bite down harder and pull.

The door is still cracked open, and she’s so loud that she’ll draw attention to us unless I can quiet her up. But fuck, I don’t want her to stop whining and moaning and letting me know how much I’m pleasing her. Every sound is a phantom hand around my cock, stroking it the way I like. Hard and real fucking fast.

I release her nipple and rub my beard against it before sucking it again just once. Wet with my spit and red from the stimulation, her tits may as well be begging me to fuck them.

Swatting her breast, I groan, watching it bounce. “Get on your knees, angel. I need my cock between these.”

Her eyes are so innocent when they struggle to focus on me, and that shouldn’t make me harder. But the thought of her still so naïve to pleasure . . . it turns me fucking wild. I want to show her just how incredible sex with me can be, one orgasm at a time.

Slowly, in an arousal-drunk haze, Ivy stands from my lap. Her smirk is wicked, devious as she bends to grab my knees and then falls to hers.

With dainty hands, she palms her breasts, smooshing them together before shaking them side to side. “Are you going to fuck my tits now, Mr. Shaw?”

I crush my molars. “Niko.”

“You introduced yourself to me as Mr. Shaw the first time we met. Don’t you remember?”

After releasing her breasts, Ivy leans over my knees and reaches for my waistband. I track her movements with narrowed eyes and scoot forward, parting my legs to give her more room. She bats her lashes up at me when she drags a finger up the length of my cock before beginning to undo my jeans. My briefs are sticky, moulded to the tip as I leak precum.

I wait until after she’s begun bringing my jeans and briefs down my thighs before answering her question.

With my long fingers pinching her chin, I tilt it back in a silent demand for her to meet my gaze. “I remember the first time we met, Ivy.”

“How well?” she whispers, keeping her eyes on mine even as my cock bobs free of my briefs and rests against my stomach, my jeans pooled at my ankles.

I palm my shaft and give it a single squeeze. Precum slips from the tip and drips onto my finger.

“Your hair was a caramel brown then, not blonde, and you had it braided down your back. The cardigan you wore was baggy and an exact match to the dark grey ring around the green in your eyes. Your lips were red and glossy, just like right now.” I release her chin only to drag my thumb along her bottom lip, smearing the lip gloss across her cheek. “You wore black flats and a pair of jeans with holes in the knees. I only needed one look at you to know how special you were.”

Her body quakes with a shudder, and then she’s pulling my hand away from my cock only to replace it with hers.

“Fuck,” I hiss between my teeth. “Yeah, nice and tight, angel. Squeeze me hard.”

She follows my instructions.

Staring down at her on her knees with her pupils blown and lip gloss smeared as she jacks me off, I’m already too close to coming. Her fingertips can’t touch around my shaft, but she makes it work, twisting her wrist and squeezing with every downstroke.

I jackknife up, burying my fingers in the hair at her nape andpulling. A whimper escapes her, and I only have a second to question why I’d been so rough with her before she moans in pleasure and quickens her strokes.

“You like it when I’m rough with you, angel? When I pull your hair and bite down on your pretty nipples?” I ask tightly.

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