Page 20 of Mail Order Bride for the Scrooge

It’s mine.

Even though I don’t want to, I take the time to put away my axe and then stack the wood in the storage I’ve set up on the back porch. It won’t help me if it’s soaked through when the snow starts falling.

I can still feel Lake watching my every move. I have a vision of her with her hand shoved down her leggings, her delicate fingers buried inside of her sweet pussy as she fucks herself and watches me.

My cock is straining against the fly of my jeans, desperate to be let free, but the fucker is going to have to wait a few more minutes. It’s torture but it’s the sweetest kind.

I’ll be buried inside my woman soon. Then we can spend the rest of the day wrapped up in each other.

The moment all the wood is stacked, I grab my discarded henley and vault up the stairs, not even bothering to take them one at a time. It would take too much fucking time and I’m already on edge.

My steps are predatory as I step inside the back door. It might not be what I was imagining moments ago, but I do get to watch my fiancé shimmy out of her leggings, her shirt already discarded on the ground beside her feet.

“You like watching?” I stalk closer to her, my eyes roaming over her naked body as I drop my shirt to the ground. “Did you get wet while watching me?”

“You put on quite a show,” her voice is low and husky.

I growl, needing the words from her sweet lips, “And are you wet for me, little present?”

Her lips turn up in a wicked smile, one full of promises and temptation. “If you want to know,” she ghosts her hand over the side of her body, the ring on her finger—my ring—catching the light, “why don’t you find out for yourself?”

I close the distance between us, bend, and hoist her over my shoulder. She gasps and clings to me, but she doesn’t fight me. The way she’s put her trust in me is exhilarating and a little scary.

I won’t squander it.

I stomp my way through the house until I’m standing next to our bed. Yes, our bed. Officially.

After I slipped my ring on her finger, I was easily able to talk Lake into moving all her stuff into our bedroom. I glance around and see her things mixed in with mine and can’t help but smile.

She didn’t come here with a lot of things. I get it, traveling that far with too much stuff would have been a nightmare, especially since she wasn’t sure what she was going to find on the other end of the adventure. Still, I hate that she doesn’t have much.

When I asked her about it, she just smiled at me sweetly and kissed me softly. “I don’t want a lot of stuff, Gannon. I have what I need and it’s enough. One day we’ll go to Seattle and go through the things I put into storage, but I’m good until then.”

It’s not enough though. She deserves the entire fucking world at her feet. I’m going to figure out a way to give it to her. She’ll never want for anything with me.

I slide Lake down my body from over my shoulder, letting her feel the hard planes of my chest and how hard I am for her as I do. The moan she lets out is pure carnality and I can feel pre-cum leak from the tip of my dick.

When she’s standing, I slide a hand between her thighs and trace the seam of her pussy lips with the tip of my finger. I grunt, “Dripping for me.”

“Oh my,” she keens, “please Gannon. I’m already so damn close just from watching you outside.”

I look down at myself and see wood chips on my pants and I know I’m covered in grime and sweat. I should go and take a shower first, but when I look into my woman’s eyes and see the hunger there, I know I can’t deny her.

“Get on the bed, hands and knees,” I gruffly command her.

I watch as her tits and ass jiggle slightly with how quickly she moves to follow my directions. While my eyes are drinking up their fill of her, my hands are making quick work of undoing my belt and jeans.

I kick off my shoes and then shuck my clothing completely. My cock springs free of my boxer briefs and comes up to hit my abdomen. I don’t think I’ve ever been harder in my life and staring at my woman’s heart shaped ass is not helping matters at all.

I step up to her and run the tips of my fingers up and down the backs of her thighs, teasing her when I know her needy little pussy is dying to be filled by my cock. My cock and my cum.

I growl because my woman is off her birth control now. I probably should have talked to her about it, but I did warn her I was going to find the pills and get rid of them. I’m a man of my fucking word and those pills were on borrowed time from the moment I set my eyes on Lake.

“Gannon,” she whines and looks over her shoulder at me. Her voice takes on a demanding edge that has my cock throbbing, “Are you going to fuck me or just look at me?”

I smirk at her before slapping one ass cheek and then the other. She lets out a surprised yelp, but it’s not a sound of pain. Not even a little bit.

I watch as her pussy glistens with even more of her arousal and I clench my jaw to stop myself from blowing my load all over my woman’s ass before I’ve even buried myself inside of her. I slap her ass again, one cheek and then the other, mesmerized by the way she gets even wetter when I do.

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