Page 18 of Snow Harm, No Foul

She trembles in my arms, and her nipple grows harder between my fingers. I tug at it and bring my mouth to her ear, sucking at the base.

“Then let me ride you hard. You can thank me by creaming all over my cock.”

She nods repeatedly and grinds down on me before I plant my hands on her hips and start to guide her movements. Ivy doesn’t need the help, though. With a confident hand, she’s shoving me down on my back and using her knees as leverage on the bed before taking me for a ride.

Her ass rises in the air, cheeks spreading with the angle, and then my cock is moving even deeper inside of her. She squeezes my knees in a death grip, so I take her ass in my hands and give it the same treatment. Every glide of her pussy over my length brings me closer to the orgasm I’ve been fighting off since I first saw her here today.

I can do nothing but let my eyes cross from the bliss and hold on as she uses me like a toy. It’s as close to a holy experienceas I’ll ever get, and I’m unsure how to repay her for letting me witness it.

“Feels so good,” she slurs, rolling her hips on the downstroke and grinding her clit on my groin before rising again. “You hit me so deep.”

“You take me so well, angel. You’re made to take it. It’s yours, and you’re such a perfect girl.Yeah, that’s it. Ride this cock nice and deep.”

She preens beneath the praise, speeding up. I engage my abdomen and lean up while parting her ass cheeks. With a purse of my lips, I spit against the dark pink hole in front of me. Saliva drips down her crack, and I throb from the pretty sight.

My thumb circles the wet hole on her next downward grind. She moans at the touch, and it’s all the confirmation I need before pushing it inside.

“Oh, fuck, Ivy. You’re so perfect. Your ass is sucking my thumb right in.”

“I’m close,” she announces on a broken gasp.

I can feel the confirmation around my cock. She quivers fiercely, squeezing so tight it’s like she’s trying to keep me buried inside for the rest of forever. I don’t stop moving my thumb inside of her, and because she’s relaxed from the pleasure of riding me, there’s no pressure keeping me from speeding up.

“Give it to me, baby. Give me your cum, and I’ll feed this hungry pussy mine. You’d like that, right?”

She nods furiously and turns to look at me over her shoulder. The pink cheeks and swollen, parted lips are enough on their own to make me spill, but add the squeeze of her pussy walls and an asshole so tight only a thumb can fit inside?—

“Yes! Yes! I’m coming, I’m coming, Niko. I’m . . . please!” she shouts, offering me her mouth.

I take it with hungry, frantic kisses. Promises of more than just tonight. Of everything.

My name, my house, this bar. Every fucking dollar in my bank account. Andme. Every inch, inside and out, is hers. She just has to accept the offerings.

“Take it, Ivy. Take it all,” I spit, unsure if I’m speaking of the cum now spurting from my cock or the man himself.

She milks every drop from my balls, and I stop hearing her moan when my ears pop with pleasure. I’m yanked from my body and then shoved back inside, all in the span of a single breath.

Once I’ve rewired my brain, I’m wrapping my arm around her middle and bringing us both onto the bed to finish the ride. She huffs her breaths at a pace that I know matches mine as we lie in silence.

It’s . . . terrifying. The silence feels out of place in this moment. I don’t know what to say now that we’re finished. Words have never been my thing. I’ve spoken more to her tonight than I’ve ever spoken to anyone in only a few hours. I wish I knew what to say to her right now. Something soothing, maybe? An explanation?

My dick deflates inside of her, and a spark of disappointment hits me at the realization that I didn’t get to do what I promised and come on her chest. It was the plan, but . . .

Slowly, I slip my dick from inside of her and grow still.

An apology for not using protection is what I should be saying. I fucked her bare and then came inside like a horny teenager before I remembered to pull out. Fuck, pulling out wasn’t even a thought in my mind. I had more than enough time, but the thought of leaving her tight warmth was never there.

So, why can I still not say anything now?

“I need to go clean up,” Ivy says, her tone more closed off than it was earlier.

I clear my throat and release her waist. “I’ve got stuff here. Some wipes and an extra shirt since . . .”

“Since you tore mine apart,” she finishes.

“Yeah.”

“I’d appreciate that,” she says, her eyes darting around the room.

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