Page 47 of Snowbound
“How much rum wasinthat?” Her speech is already slurred.
Enough so that she’ll spread her legs for me and let me fuck her to her next word count goal?
When she reaches for the rum, I take the neck of the bottle. “That shit’s strong. You're done," I tell her, not even looking. "I decide when you've had enough."
"Mmm, just a little more," she says, giggling, tipping the bottle just enough to put some in her cup before she finishes it.
"Bad girl," I murmur, shaking my head. "I should spank you for that, then fuck you like the bad girl you are. Is that what you want?”
She stills. Her eyes widen.
"What if that’s… wrong or something? I don’t know."
“Wrong?" I ask quietly. "According to who?"
The cabin falls silent. This time, I’m not touching her.
But I will. Soon.
She leans in closer to me, fisting my towel in her palm. “No one who fucking matters.”
We kiss, long, hard, and breathless. My dick’s hard as steel, pressed between us, and her little moans make me stifle a groan.
When we pull away, her eyes are shining. I want her tight pussy wrapped around me. I want to taste her again. I’vewaited this fucking long for her, like a man starved. I want her so damn bad.
I pick up her wrists and yank her toward the fire.
Her towel’s nearly slipped off, her hair drying in straggles. She stumbles and protests.
I don’t listen.
I drop into the armchair and pull her across my lap, her knees framing me.
My hands roam up her thighs, stopping just before her sweetest spot.
"You think you can disobey me and get away with it?"
She laughs, breathless, exactly what I’m going for.
"I think you should tell Santa you’ve been a good girl," I tease.
"What if I don’t want to play a game?" she says, flirting. "I have work to do."
My lips curl. “Maybe you don’t know the rules yet."
I reach over to the side table where a mug of thick candy cane sticks sits. I grab one, open it, and pop the end into my mouth, and suck until it’s slick and glistening.
I press the tip to her lips. "Take a taste."
Her tongue darts out, pretty and pink. My dick throbs.
“Mmm. Minty. Better than garlic breath.”
But when I trail it down her neck, leaving a sticky, shimmering path, she gasps, laughing, her hand coming up to stop me.
I raise my brow at her. "If you stop me, I’m going to tie those hands up."
Her eyes flash,I dare you.
