Page 24 of Stuck With Mr. Frosty

I twirl my lip ring for a moment as I sit back and study her. She’s a work of art I don’t think I’m ever going to get tired of looking at.

And tonight, she’s mine.

I grab her leggings and underwear, hauling them down her legs, careful not to jostle her ankle too much. Her core is glistening with her arousal.

“I’m going to apologize in advance.” My fingers trail down her body, dipping between her legs and gliding against her slick folds.

“What for?” she gasps as I push one finger into her, my thumb brushing her clit.

“Once I get the chance to have you on my cock, I doubt that I’m going to be able to hold on for very long.”

Mia laughs, the laugh changing to a moan as I slide another finger into her. Her pussy clenches tight around my fingers, her legs shaking. I kiss my way along her torso, from one hip to the other.

“If you’re thinking about marking me up, you better think again.” She arches off the floor as I drag her leg over my shoulder, burying my face between her legs.

I twirl my tongue around her clit, teasing the little bud until she’s rocking against me, her hands in my hair. As I suck on her sensitive bundle of nerves, her moans grow louder. I thrust my fingers faster, moving in time with my tongue.

Her body shakes harder, her back arching off the floor. Mia comes hard, rolling her hips. I keep teasing her, crooking my fingers against the inner walls squeezing around me.

I’m aching, wanting to bury myself in her, but I want her to keep riding out the waves of pleasure too. Her body goes limp for a moment before she’s tugging me back up to kiss her.

Our tongues tangle as she reaches between us, shoving the rest of my clothing off my hips. Her hand wraps around my cock, sliding up and down the length, her thumb brushing over the tip.

She guides me to her, her hand falling away as I inch into her. Her nails dig into my shoulders and rake down my back as her legs lock around my hips. Mia’s gaze locks on mine, and she arches up to kiss me.

“Have I ever told you how much I like that lip ring?” Her head falls back against the pillows as I roll my hips, driving deeper into her.

I throb as I bury myself deeper into her, everything in my body drawing tight. Mia rocks with me, her legs tightening around my hips, her inner walls milking me as I come. She rides the high of another orgasm, her nails scratching at me, making the pleasure build. I give her long and slow strokes, enjoying the feeling of her wrapped around me until I can’t take anymore.

“Shit,” I mutter as I pull out of her.

“I have an IUD. We’re fine.” She shifts on the pillows, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath.

I lay beside her, staring up at the ceiling. And then Honey comes trotting over like she isn’t the size of a horse, dropping down at the end of the blanket in front of a fire and curling up into a ball.

Mia shuffles closer to me, putting her head on my chest without a word. I loop my arm around her, holding her close and kissing her temple.

“Do you ever think about what comes after this life? I mean, I spend a lot of time thinking about it, and I’ve never come to anything that’s a good enough answer.”

“I don’t know.” My fingers drift up and down her arm. “I used to think about it when I was young. My mom died when I was a child, and my father was… a hard man.”

“Oh?” She props herself up on her arm, looking down at me. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” I brush a strand of her hair back from her face, those light green eyes searching mine like she’s digging around for my soul. “It’s not that interesting.”

Except, when Mia looks at me like she is right now, I think I might be the most interesting person on the planet to her. She studies me like she actually wants to know me. It’s something I’ve never had before and something I don’t think I’ll ever have again.

And I want to bask in it.

Even though I’ve only known her for a week, I can’t stand the thought of disappointing her. Of not telling her about my life just because she asked, even though it’s far from a happy story.

Mia runs her fingers over my chest. “I used to think about death a lot when Mom first got sick. Probably too much. I was a kid at the time. Didn’t know what I’d do without her. My dad has never been in the picture. Mom said he didn’t want kids, and finding out that he was going to have one didn’t change that.”

“Did that bother you?”

She shrugs and lays back down, her head still on my chest. “Maybe it did back then. Doesn’t now. I learned a long time ago that there’s no point in begging people to love you, and that even if you want to, you’re never going to be able to change their minds.”

“So, if you believe there’s no point in chasing after people, why did you keep chasing after me over the last week?”

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