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I gasp when he reaches down and slides inside of me in onefell swoop, giving me no warning, no prep work, just entering me like I’m ready and waiting for him.
Which, let’s face it. I am.
I was soaked when I woke up, and watching him confess his sins with his abs and boner on display in his big cozy bed only got me more ready.
I moan and squirm against him as he snarls and dips his head to bite my nipple.
I grab his hair and yank him up to look at me. “Stop that.”
He bites his lip and smirks, so I kiss him hard, his whiskers scraping over my lips causing a riot of goose bumps to erupt over my flesh. A fever takes over both of us as we make out and he pulls back and slams into me over and over, both of us swept up into the moment.
My head lifts off the bed when he rolls us back over so I’m riding on top of him, his hands pawing at my breasts as I grind down.
“You know the best way to spend a snow day?” he asks, his mouth open and panting, his brows furrowed as he watches me take him inside of me.
I shake my head, moving my hand to my clit, rubbing slow circles over myself and moaning greedily.
“I’m about to show you.” He grips my hips and thrusts hard up inside of me, causing me to fold over and brace myself on the mattress by his face. My body is electrified by the sharp, white intrusion inside of me. His bare cock like a salve to my aching center.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, that by the time I’m done with you, you’re going to miss the feel of me inside of you, you hear me?”
I press a lazy kiss to his lips and murmur, “Prove it, Fletcher.”
Chapter 33
Fact or Fiction?
Snowball fights with my wife are top-tier.
Luke
“Oh my God, this is fun!” Roe squeals with delight as she sits on my lap in the fully enclosed cab of the tractor, pushing snow into a pile at the top of the drive, just next to my cabin.
“Okay, now use the back blade and push that excess to the left.”
“Here?” She points to the controller that shifts her into Reverse.
“Yeah, you got it.” I smile and laugh, gripping her hips as she runs the tractor like a pro, picking up instructions easily with all her time spent on machinery at the lumberyard. Her hair is braided down one side and stuffed under a beanie, and she’s dressed in a pair of my Carhartt overalls that are way too big on her, but she needed something better than what she had, so we made them work.
We have easily gotten two feet of snow in the past few days so Addison really got a taste of Fletcher Mountain snowstorms. The plow company finally called and said they’re going to come do our road tomorrow morning, so I figured it was time to get outside and dig out our cabins so we’re ready to get back to the real world in the morning.
But I would have much rather stayed snowed in with Roe. I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve fucked already this week, and miraculously I am in no way losing steam.
“You look good enough to eat in these overalls,” I murmur,snaking my hands inside and squeezing her tits. She ditched her coat in the heated cab and her little braid is driving me insane.
“After this, we’re eating real food!” She gives me a playful shove away from her. “I swear you’re trying to starve me.”
“I think I fed you pretty well in the shower this morning,” I state hungrily as I picture her lips wrapped around my cock again. God, she sucked me so good. Begged me to blow it down her throat as her fingers dug into my thighs and she swallowed every drop like the good little slut she’s proving to be.
Fuck, she’s even more perfect than my perverted dirty little heart could imagine.
It’s no wonder I couldn’t keep my hands off her a couple hours later when she was doing her precious “stretch and fold” process to her bread. Her hands were literally covered in sticky dough as I bent her over my kitchen counter and ate her out from behind. She screamed my name and pressed her face into the countertop so by the time I was done with her, she needed another shower.
My dick is raw from overuse and, still, I crave more. I can’t get enough of her. And even though my girl is hungry, I know the feeling is mutual. That’s why we forced ourselves to go outside just to get a break from the fucking pheromones floating around my small cabin. It’s suffocating in the best possible way.
But once we’re done pushing snow, I have every intention of stripping her out of her gear and taking her in this tractor to tell her what a good girl she was for working so hard. And then I’ll feed her real food afterward as a thank-you.
Maybe.
