Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20906 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20906 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“You did this, angel. You did this…” I bellow and roar as my balls seize up and my orgasm takes me in a blinding white light. I bear down, holding myself as deep as her body will accept, curses ripping from my throat as I spray every drop of my seed deep inside her waiting womb.
Hot cum coats her insides as my cock jerks, and an orgasm that feels centuries in the making roars through me like a triumphant battle cry.
I hold her against me for a few long minutes. Letting our bodies settle. Her breathing slows.
I lift her spent body off my cock and grab a blanket, curling her into my chest, thinking right now my seed could be planted inside her. The girl I’ve dreamed about for so long, already pregnant with my child, bound to me forever.
I seat my still-hard cock into the crack of her ass as the orgasm of a lifetime calms and my heartbeat slows.
All the years of staying away have come to this. Never again will I let her go. Never again will I not know where she is. Who she is with. When she will be back under me.
“I’m keeping you, Snow Angel. Just so you know.”
“Well, maybe it’s me that’s going to keep you.”
My cock jerks and I know I won’t be able to wait long before I need to be inside her again.
“Maybe. Catch your breath. I’m not done with you, not by a long shot. You’re in for a long winter’s night…”
Chapter 6
Heather
“That smells good!” I grin as I stand in the doorway, watching Dodge. He’s stripped to the waist, with an apron tied at his neck and back, framing the tight muscles that twist and strain as he pours batter into a sizzling pan. “Are you making pancakes?”
He turns his head, lips twisting in annoyance. “I didn’t tell you you could get out of bed, did I?”
“What, you don’t like to see me like this?”
I wave a hand in the air in front of me, doing my best vixen pout as I watch his eyes follow my fingers. All I’m wearing right now is one of his oversize white t-shirts, and a pair of socks, and I’m totally aware that my nipples are standing to attention just for him.
I called Gran about an hour ago not wanting them to worry about me. I told a half lie, said I left early before they woke up to go next door that Dodge had invited me to help with getting the reindeer ready for the parade. She told me to be careful, but have fun and they would see me later so that bought me some more time because I honestly never want to leave.
“Was going to bring you breakfast in bed,” he sulks, and my smile pulls wider.
“You were?”
“But now all I can think about is my own feast I know you’re cooking up just for me.”
I laugh. “Uh uh, mister. You had plenty last night. I think it’s about time I had a turn, don’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
Licking my lips, I wander across the floor as he turns to swirl the batter mixture in the pan, using the moment of distraction to get right up to him. I wrap my arms around his waist from behind and lean in, and when he turns his head to the side I go up on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
“Take a seat, angel, this will only be a minute.”
“I’m not wearing any panties,” I whisper, and feel his whole body stiffen beneath my arms. “Want to see?”
I take a step back and enjoy the way his attention is completely focused on me, his head swiveling even as he stands there holding a kitchen utensil like it’s a lifeline in a storm. Then I gently lift the hem of the t-shirt, and watch the already fist-sized bulge in his pants press out harder, a pained look coming over his face.
“You’re going to be the death of me, angel. My own little hellion sent just to tempt me,” he murmurs, and I grin.
“Shouldn’t you be turning that pancake by now?”
“Shit.”
I laugh as he turns his attention on the cooking, and once again use the moment of distraction. Only this time I know exactly what I’m doing. Getting down on my knees, I put my head under the edge of his apron and fumble with the button on his jeans, laughing at how difficult it is with his cock taking up all the space beneath.
I bite into my lip as I hold the pulsing shaft in my hands.
“Your little mouth might not be able to take all that.” He comments as I look at the streaming drops of cum seeping out.
“We’ll see won’t we?” I take a quick lick at the tip listening to Dodge groan. “Ummm.” I moan and my insides tighten.