Page 15 of Snow Harm, No Foul

She wobbles over the barrier my jeans have created?—

still pooled at my ankles—and folds herself over my thighs before leaning over my cock, the heat of her exhales rushing down the shaft.

“Look at you. So fucking horny for it, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Yes, I’m horny for it. For you,” she says on a breathy moan, her tongue darting out to lap at the pool of precum coating the tip.

“As beautiful as you are drinking up my cum like a desperate slut, that’s not what I have planned. Now, push your tits together and slide my cock between them,” I demand, my voice so rough it’s nearly unrecognizable.

Spreading my legs as wide as they’ll go, I wait and watch as she moves between my thighs. Crushing her tits together in her hands, she rubs them against my tight sack.

“If you’re going to tease me, Ivy, it’s going to cost you,” I warn.

She purses her lips, continuing her torturous movements. “Cost me what?”

“Every minute it takes you to do as I say is another I make you wait to feel this cock buried in your fucking womb.”

I’ve never heard her make such a wild, desperate noise. I don’t think I’ve heard any woman I’ve been with in my entire life sound like that, and I need to hear it again. And fuckingagain.

Without another moment of hesitation, Ivy hovers her breasts over my cock. I hold my breath as she glides them down, enveloping my shaft between them.

Inch by inch, I watch as my dick is swallowed into the crease of her breasts. I pull at her hair, encouraging her to start a rhythm. Up, down, up, down, she jacks me with laser focus.

“You’re so soft,” I grunt, dragging a knuckle down her cheek. “Soft and beautiful but a fuckin’ dirty girl, too.”

She hums vacantly. “Yes.”

“Look at me.”

Sliding her gaze upward, she opens her mouth, her red lips parted wide, and I do something I’ve never done.

I grip her cheeks, tilt her head back, and spit in her mouth.

She doesn’t flinch, even as surprise blows her eyes wide open. My hold on her cheeks tightens, and in a blink, her surprise slips away.

With a flutter of her lashes, she’s smoothing the tip of her tongue along her top teeth and crushing my cock between her tits.

“Do it again,” she mewls.

My brows jump. “Again?”

“Yes.”

There’s no stopping the roar of lust that floods my thoughts. My dick drips between her tits, making the glide of them along the shaft smoother. “Beg me for it.”

I’m pushing it, yet I don’t regret it enough to stop. My gut tells me that she likes what I’m doing. And when she leans further between my legs and pushes her tongue out in a silent demand for more, I know I was so fucking right.

“Beg me to spit in your mouth, angel. Then I’ll give you what you need,” I coo, stroking a hand over her hair and loosening the pressure on her cheeks.

She nuzzles into my palms and slowly pulls her tongue back into her mouth. “Please spit in my mouth, Niko.”

“Tongue out. And don’t swallow until I tell you to.”

Before she has a chance to tell me she’ll do what I’ve demanded, I have my mouth hovering a few inches above hers, and then I spit onto her still-moving tongue.

“Swallow.”

She tries, but some slides off into the corners of her mouth. I bring my thumb to the mess spreading down her cheek and drag it into her mouth before finally,finallykissing her.

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