Page 70 of Snow Bound

When the rough hair on his groin brushed against her ass, she realized he was all the way in. She took a relieved breath that rushed out in a harsh groan when he pulled back just as slowly. He paused with just the tip of his cock still inside her to add more lube, then slid back in.

In, out. In, out. Slick with lube, he moved slowly, steadily until her body quickened, until her hips began to push back in a silent plea for more. He subtly picked up the pace, each thrust coming just a little faster, just a little harder, until he was slapping into her ass.

It was like being fucked with a metal pole, bruising and unyielding. He felt so big inside her, so hard, and all the control was his. She was helpless, completely at his mercy, and that knowledge pushed her the last little bit she needed to get there.

“I need to come.” She mumbled it around the chain, the words barely coherent. Her fingers scratched and scrabbled at the blanket, desperate for something to hold onto. She was going to fly apart, splinter into a thousand pieces, and she needed an anchor. “Can I? Please, can I?”

Then he was there, solid and warm, his chest against her back, his arms coming around her to lift her up. One of his hands slid up, under the bouncing chain between her breasts, to close over the base of her neck. Firmly, gently, he wrapped his fingers around her throat, the pressure just enough. Just enough to make her feel possessed, controlled, held. Cherished. His teeth closed over her ear, biting, growling in her ear. “Go ahead, baby. Come. Come with me deep in your ass.”

With his permission, all the coiling tension burst, her cunt convulsed strongly around nothing, her ass clenching just as hard around him. Her low, keening moan turned into a scream as his hand on her belly shifted to release her nipple clamps, and the blood rushing back into her abused flesh sent her into another round of spasms.

Her vision dim, she barely heard his shout of satisfaction. His hips thrust hard and deep once, twice, then he was holding himself deep inside her.

Panting, sweating, Anna lay on her stomach with her eyes closed. Her arms had collapsed, all her strength gone, and Grant lay on top of her like a warm blanket. A heavy blanket, but really, she wasn’t complaining.

“Did we die?” she managed. Her voice sounded like she’d screamed herself hoarse. Which, she guessed she sort of had.

His chuckle reverberated through her body. “No.” He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder blade. “You okay?”

“Well. I’m not dead,” she mumbled and he laughed again.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured and she sighed with pleasure.

“I don’t think that was me,” she said dryly.

“You’re wrong.” He turned her face slightly with a palm on her cheek, and she fought her eyes open to look at him. His pale blue eyes were steady on hers, intent and possessive and full of something she couldn’t quite identify. “That was all you.”

She blinked back tears when he took her mouth. The position was awkward, her neck bent too far for comfort, but she didn’t care.

“I’m going to pull out now, okay? Hold on.”

She hissed when he moved, then just drifted in the hazy aftermath of really good sex. She roused when he swiped a soft, cool cloth gently over her pussy, the cleft of her buttocks, and she flinched. “Easy, sugar. Just going to clean you up a bit.”

“I feel like this ought to be embarrassing, but I can’t seem to work up the energy to care,” she mumbled.

“Nothing embarrassing about it,” he told her. “I mess you up, it’s only right that I clean you up.”

“Well when you put it like that.”

He chuckled. “Let’s get you undone.”

She maintained consciousness while he finished tidying her up and unbuckled the restraints from her wrists and ankles. Then he scooped her up and deposited her on the couch. He settled the blanket over her. “Want some water?”

She snuggled into the cushions, blissfully soft after the hard, unyielding coffee table. “Yes, please.”

“Be right back.”

She listened to his footsteps fade and tried not to think about the fact that she only had five days left.

CHAPTER TWELVE

“I’m an idiot.”

“Excuse me, that’s my best friend you’re talking about.”

Anna stomped through the woods, kicking up fresh powder. Thinking it was a game, Henry was running ahead of her, trying to eat it. “Yeah, well, your best friend is an idiot.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Lola declared. “What, exactly, has led you to this conclusion?”

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