Page 19 of Once Upon a Frosty Winter

“Show me how wicked you can be. Bring that smart mouth over here and suck my cock.”

A part of me wants to bite his dick for thinking he can boss me around, yet I’d also like to make damn sure this is the best sex of his life. The need to fuck with him whenever he’s being arrogant is strong, but not as much as the need to suck his soul from his body and have him swearing he’s had an out-of-body experience.

“Get on your back,” I demand. His eyes are blazing with desire. God, I’ve never seen a sexier man. “I’m going to drive you to the brink of insanity before I fuck you.”

He releases a strangled moan as I wrap my hand around him. I wet my lips and then bend down to kiss the tip of his penis as I stroke him. My eyes flick up at him, and I maintain eye contact as I lick from the base of his shaft up to the tip. His thighs tighten on either side of me as I lick his length again. I slide him between my lips with a satisfied hum and begin to suck.

His knuckles turn white, and his hips thrust forward, begging for more. I move my mouth and tongue at a more torturously slow pace. His muscles contract and desperate moans come from him while I lick the beads of pre-cum leaking from his tip and flick it around with my tongue. I alternate sucking, stroking, flicking, and licking—always bringing him to the point, but not allowing him to finish. I’m getting dizzy from the power of making him lose control.

“You can take more of me.” His voice is strained.

I know I can, but I’m having too much fun.

“Please, baby,” he begs. “Please.”

Since he asked so nicely, I relax my jaw and take him in deeper. His eyes fall shut, and I allow him to take control and pivot into me.

“Oh fuck,” he cries out. “Hilda. Get on top of me, baby. Get on top. I want to come inside that sweet pussy.”

I release his cock with a pop and reposition myself so that I’m straddling him.

He looks up at me with complete adoration. “From the moment I saw you, I knew you were different from any other woman. You’re so damn perfect. And the hottest fuck of my life.”

“A hot fuck? I’m going to need you to shut up.” I place him inside me with a hiss, then raise my hips before slamming them down on his cock, which fills me to the hilt. “That’s it.” I swivel my hips as I ride him, making us both crazy. “I can feel your dick throbbing inside me. Stretching me. You like having this tight pussy squeezing you, don’t you?” I clench around him to emphasize my point.

He grabs my hips and takes control, forcing my body up and down as he meets me with each thrust, pumping into me harder and harder. “Come here.”

Jax rolls on top of me. I’ve tried so hard to deny how much I want him, but I don’t think there’s a chance I’ll ever meet anyone who makes me feel even close to the way he does. He grinds into me, hooking his arm under my knee and lifting my leg. The angle creates an even greater sensation.

“I’m fucking desperate for you,” he confesses, borderline sounding unhinged. His mouth finds mine and we both groan, grasping onto each other as we struggle to find our release. Wet sounds fill the room, mixing with our labored breaths.

We both cry out as his cock spills into me. His name falls from my lips in a whisper because I don’t think I have the energy to speak at full volume.

Pure ecstasy. That’s the only way to describe how I feel.

ChapterTwelve

Hilda

Jax is escorting me to the masquerade ball at the Glass Slipper. I’ve come to the Fairest of Them All because Mira insisted on doing my makeup and hair.

“You do know it’s not all about your physical beauty, right?” Mira asks me as she applies smoky eyeliner on me.

“You do know you’re the only person who would describe me as having a beautiful soul, right?”

Merry’s voice chimes in out of thin air, startling me so much that I almost cause Mira to poke my eye out. “Mr. Frost sure seems to think so. Wouldn’t you agree Fern?”

Where the hell did she come from?

“Oh yes! It’s adorable how smitten he is with you.” Fern gushes.

“To be fair,” Fawn begins, “I wouldn’t have thought you even had soul. But then I heard how you wanted John White’s daughter to have the estate or keep the money after Mr. Frost offered it to you. Tragic about your mother. We had no idea.”

There’s a collectivemmm’s of agreement. This isexactlywhy I prefer to get ready at home. Now I’m trapped in this salon chair with all these women surrounding me.

“Just goes to show ladies that you shouldn’t believe rumors and malicious gossip.” Merry chides.

Fern sighs. “I think it’s lovely you two are attending the ball together. A Christmas romance.”

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