Page 18 of Never Been Snow Lucky

I’d been so into what I had been doing, but maybe I missed my teeth scraping against his skin too hard?

My shoulders trembled as I tried not to cry, but Jack put his hand under my chin, forcing me to look up at his darkened stare.

“No, angel. You did nothing wrong. Your sweet mouth felt too damn good wrapped around my cock, and I didn’t want to come in your mouth. I wanted to save that for your pretty little pussy.”

My confidence soared with his answer. Slowly, I sat up, pressing my body to his before kissing him. The touch of my mouth against his was light and tender, but my hands roamed over the plains of his body.

Snagging the cookie, I set it back on the plate. Then I pushed him down to a sitting position before I straddled his thighs.

“Like this?” I whispered against his lips, my bare pussy hovering just above his dick.

“You gonna ride my cock, angel?” he murmured, his fingers gripping my hips.

“I’m going to try, but you may have to guide me,” I replied, starting to feel a little nervous since I’d never done this before.

“I’d love to.”

Slowly, he helped me situate myself over him, then used his hand to hold his cock while I sank down, taking him all in.

His eyelids fluttered as he moaned. “Damn, angel, you feel so good.”

“Mmm, you do too,” I moaned, automatically moving my hips to meet his.

This position had his dick hitting parts of me I didn’t know existed. Each movement of my thrust had heat blooming between my thighs. I was already so close to a release, and we’d barely even started. Something that Jack didn’t miss.

“That’s it, angel, come all over my cock,” he growled, his fingers going between us to rub my clit while pushing his dick in and out of me.

I gripped hard onto his shoulders, riding hard as I felt my orgasm slam down. I moaned loudly, not caring who else was upand what they heard because the pleasure was more exquisite than anything I’d ever experienced.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he murmured, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking my arousal from them.

“Only for you,” I said, leaning forward and crushing my lips to his.

I could taste my own saltiness on his lips combined with the sugar cookie frosting, and the combination somehow turned me on even more.

We rocked together, each pump of his hips feeling better than the last as he picked up the pace and I matched it. His fingers worked my clit until I was in a frenzy, bucking hard and having to lean back as I bit my lip to keep from screaming and waking up everyone in the resort.

He groaned, gripping my hips and flipping me onto my back as he situated himself between my thighs. Then he pounded against my pussy, filling me to the hilt each time.

“Fuck, angel. I’m gonna come. Want you to come again with me. Let me feel you on my cock,” he moaned, his fingers going to my clit again as he rubbed circles in the same motion he moved his dick.

I came harder than I thought possible, stars sparkling behind my eyes as my whole body shook around him. He emptied into me, and I wiggled my hips, making sure I took every last drop of him.

Having sex without a condom with a guy I’d only met three days ago was reckless, a word that had never described me before. But I already trusted Jack with every part of myself—heart, body, and soul.

Finally, he collapsed onto my chest, his breathing ragged and going the same beat as my heart. We lay there, a sweaty and sticky mess, but both of us were too tired to move or to say anything.

Then finally, Jack looked up, pushing my hair out of my face. “I hate to say it, but we should probably clean up and head downstairs at some point today.”

I didn’t want to burst our little bubble, but I knew he had responsibilities that needed to be fulfilled. “Yeah, I guess I can’t keep you all to myself, even though it’s Christmas. Someone is bound to wonder where you are.”

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JACK

Dragging myself away from Iris was even more difficult to do now that I’d spent most of the past few days inside her sweet pussy. Unfortunately, duty called when the blizzard started to break. But at least I could take comfort in the fact that she wasn’t any happier that our winter bubble was about to burst.

“No,” she whimpered, reaching out for me as I started to scoot off the mattress. “Do you really have to go?”

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