Page 17 of Snow Harm, No Foul

“Yes, Mr. Shaw.”

Two more smacks as I grind my teeth.

“Five . . .six! Oh, shit.”

I step up behind her and fit my cock against her flaming ass. Angry and wet, it slicks up her crack before slipping between her cheeks and gliding through.

“If you’re aiming for my pussy, you’re a little off,” she says, her tone all breathless teasing.

“Keep mouthing off and I’ll be taking your ass first.”

She moans, flipping her hair over her shoulder and flashing me a half-lidded gaze. “Travis hated anal.”

I take her hip in my hand and reach down to take my cock in the other. With a slight adjustment, the tip is sliding through her slick pussy lips. I growl at the heat that envelops every inch of my shaft but don’t breach her just yet. It’s too good like this, too intimate.

“Don’t talk about him when I’m about to fuck you, Ivy,” I warn, pulling back before thrusting along her slit.

She lets out a long, high-pitched noise and bucks against me. Her fingers move between her legs to ghost along where my tip has started parting her opening.

“Why not? Because it makes you feel guilty? Are you going to pull your pants up and leave me here like this, Niko?”

My laugh is low, darker than usual. Every fatherly instinct inside of me screams that I’m a selfish disgrace. I’m about to cross a line that I can’t ever walk back over.

My son has never been my biggest fan, and I can’t say I’m his, but he’s still family. And I’m about to fuck his ex-girlfriend.

I’m about to fuck her, and I’m going to love it. It’s going to change my entire life and, in turn, his. I should do exactly as she said and pull up my pants and get out of here. So why, instead of doing that, am I pressing forward and breaching her tight opening with the tip of my cock?

“No, angel. I don’t want you to talk about him because all I want when I hear you speak his name is to fuck you so goodyou forget all about him and every fucking second you spent together. While that makes me a terrible father, right now, I don’t fucking care.”

With one hard thrust, I bury myself so deep inside of her that my balls slap against the skin she’d drenched with pussy juice.

“Niko!” she cries out, slapping her hands on the desk and clawing at it with red-tipped nails. “You’re too big. It’s too—I’m too full.”

Pulling out to the tip, I hover there, petting the handprints I’ve left on her ass. My chest has shrunk in size as my heart spasms.

“No, angel. It’s the perfect size for you,” I muse before fucking back into her, gentler this time, as I guide her to lean back against my chest. “And for the record, I fucking love anal.”

There’s no time for her to reply. I reach for her thighs and settle them both on my forearms, lifting her off the ground. Once I have her weight in my arms, I haul her into the air, keeping my cock buried in the tight walls of her pussy.

Her head falls against my shoulder as I move us toward the door. She’s on full display for all to see, but there’s no one here, and with a rough kick of my leg, I shut the door to make sure it stays that way.

She’s so small in my arms, so breakable, that I take extra care not to drop her as I bring us to the bed. Perching us on the edge, my grip on her loosens enough that she can spread her legs over my thighs, opening herself completely.

“Wish I had a mirror in here so I could see how perfect you look with my cock stretching your perfect cunt,” I grouse, setting my chin on her shoulder to watch her fat tits heave.

“I can see a little,” she breathes out, head tipped to watch when she twists her hips.

My shaft is squeezed, and more slick drips to my balls. “Describe it to me, angel.”

I suck her shoulder and tease my teeth over the marks I leave while bringing a hand around her front to tweak a nipple. She contracts around me, squeezing me deeper inside. I thrust just once and revel in the pleasure that zips up my spine.

Ivy whines, rolling her neck and bringing her face to my throat. “I’m so wet you’re shiny with it. I’ve never been spread so wide . . . I don’t know how you’re inside. You shouldn’t fit. But you do, and I’m—I’ve never felt this good.”

My balls tighten at her words, drawing up like I’m about to come before I force myself to settle.

“Of course we fit together. You’re with the right Shaw now, Ivy. The one who’s always been right for you. Do you get it now? Is feeling this snug little cunt taking me deep what you needed all along?”

“Yes. Yes, I needed this!”

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