Page 48 of Better Not Pout
My eyes flutter open to find him sitting back on his haunches, staring between my thighs. His palms slide along my thighs, spreading my legs open wide, and then I watch as he gathersthe cum spilling out of me and pushes it back deep inside of my pussy with two fingers.
It’s the most erotic moment of my life, and honestly, it feels like I could come again just feeling him do something so… possessive.
It’s unbelievably hot.
His gaze travels up the length of my body, and he drags his tongue along his bottom lip. “Every drop stays inside this pretty little pussy. I want my cum filling you for days, Rosalie.”
I open my mouth to say something, anything, but he adds another finger and curls it up, stroking my G-spot. The sound of him fucking me while I’m full of his cum is obscene and loud, and I’m hurtling toward yet another orgasm at the hand of the sexiest man I’ve ever met.
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Rosalie
Ho-Ho-Ho for Hockey
The next morning,my body aches in the most delicious way as I stretch my arms above my head and yawn.
I can’t remember the last time I slept so well. Could’ve been the insanely soft, plush pillow top I’m lying on, or… it could be the man who tucked me into his chest, his thick arm tightly slung over my waist, and refused to let go all night.
After I had the absolute best sex of my life in front of the fire, he brought me to the shower, where he pressed me back against the cool tile, tossing my leg over his shoulder and devouring me like he hadn’t already spent the majority of the night with his face buried between my thighs in various places of this cabin.
The man is obsessed with eating pussy, and I honestly can’t think of anything hotter.
Literally… anything.
Once he dried me off because I couldn’t even keep my eyes open, he carried me to the bed and hauled me into his hard body, cuddling me against his chest. I think I passed out about half a second later, and I don’t think I moved a muscle the entire night. It felt better than I even want to admit, falling asleep in someone’s arms.
Rolling onto my back, I pull the soft blanket up to my chin and glance next to me, running my hand along the sheets and finding them cool to the touch.
Wells must have been gone for a while, but I have no idea what time it is since there are no clocks in the cabin. Which is honestly refreshing, getting to sleep in and not having to worry about my alarm clock going off for work or anything else.
Judging by the sun, I’m guessing that it’s still midmorning.
Warm, bright rays of light beam through the sheer curtains of the bay window, bathing the cabin in sunlight. Between the combination of the rising sun, the warm fire still burning hotly, and the thick blanket on top of me, I don’t think I’m ever going to leave this bed.
There’s a heavy thud, and then the front door to the cabin swings open, and Wells walks through. His gaze immediately lands on me, and a wide smile spreads on his face.
Okay, maaaaybe I could be persuaded to leave this bed.
“Morning, beautiful.” His voice is like velvet, and I press my thighs together beneath the blanket when I’m reminded of all the ways he touched me last night. All of the filthy, hot things he whispered in my ear.
Warmth creeps up my cheeks as I swallow and tuck a strand of mussed hair behind my ear. I can’t even begin to imagine what I look like after going to sleep with it wet and unbrushed. “Good morning. Did you get up early?”
“Yeah,” he says, shrugging out of his jacket and hanging it on the rack near the front door. “Helped my dad get somefirewood together for the cabins. It’s supposed to snow pretty hard tonight.” He turns back to me, a lazy grin moving over his face. “But I was distracted since I knew I had this to come back to.”
I bite the corner of my lip to hide the smile, rolling my lips together instead, arching a brow. “A warm cabin?”
He chuckles while he walks, his steps slow, measured, like a predator chasing its prey. “Mhm. Definitely the cabin.”
My fingers curl tighter in the blanket, pulling it higher up on my chest. The closer he gets, the harder my heart pounds. When he finally makes it to the foot of the bed, he toes off his boots and climbs onto the mattress, making his way over to me.
“Couldn’t stop thinking about you all alone in this bed.” The blanket trails down an inch, and then another as he speaks. “Naked under this blanket, warm and waiting for me.”
I can actually feel my clit pulsing in sync with my heart, and when I try to squeeze my thighs together to quench the ache, he smirks, pulling the blanket the remainder of the way down and tossing it to the side, leaving me completely naked for his eyes to roam. I can feel the path of his gaze.
His big hands press against my belly, sliding up my torso to my breasts, where he cups them, tweaking my nipples in his fingertips, rolling, teasing, tugging.
