Page 7 of Snow Hunted

“I… I…”

I rolled my eyes, lowering myself again, just so the tip went in and then pulled back up and then shimmied down, grabbing his cock in my hand. I slowly pumped it up and down and put my lips on his slit, which was already oozing with delight, swirling my tongue around.

“If you want me to stop, just tell me.” I lowered my mouth on his shaft, taking him as deep as I could go.

“I…”

I slowly pulled out and then took him in my mouth again, squeezing around the base. I pulled his dick and moved on top of him, placing my pussy just on the tip. “Do you want me to stop?”

He shook his head.

“I need to hear you say the words.”

“Don’t stop.” He stuttered out before wincing like I’d struck him.

“You don’t care about your wife?”

His eyes grew enormous, but I sank my hips down a little lower.

He shook his head.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“I… I don’t care about my wife.”

“Good boy.”

I sank down fully, taking him in and letting him fill me fully. I sat up on my legs and pulled up slowly and then sank back down quickly, letting him shove into me. I sat back on my heels and began to grind and move my hips as his hands went up to grab my breasts. I had him. He was hungry and he yearned for me, for nobody but me.

I moved faster, bouncing up and down, until I could tell he was close. “Come for me. Spill your seed inside me.” That’s all it was to me- his seed.

“I…”

“Do it now.” I lowered my voice, commanding him to come. I continued to circle my hips around and around and felt him stiffen, feeling the warmth inside me oozing back out.

I climbed off of him and laid on the bed beside him, trying to preserve as much of him inside of me as possible. When he didn’t move, I glimpsed at him and saw a doe eyed look on his face.

“Come on.” I pushed his arm.

He looked shocked.

“Let’s go. You aren’t staying here all night. I’m healed, thank you. You can go.” I waved my hands in the air, dismissing him.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You did plenty. Thank you.”

He looked around, confused, as he was pulling his pants up.

“Your shirt is over there.” I pointed to the cloth on the floor.

He lifted his shirt and examined it. “You ripped it off me.”

“No, I didn’t. You took it off along with your tie and put them over there.”

He touched the buttons. “I saw them pop off.”

“Did you?” I stood from the bed and grabbed his shirt. “All the buttons look like they’re attached.”

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