Page 38 of Snowed In with the Wrong Cowboy
“Louder,” I say, spanking her again, harder.
She screams this time, gripping the bark tighter, her ass arching toward me.
I spank her once more, and she cries out. My cock throbs, desperate to be inside her, but I’m not done playing. I press myself against her back, my erection nudging between her thighs, teasing her entrance without entering.
“You want this cock?”
“Yes,” she says, almost a shout.
I grab her hips, pulling her back slightly, and slide into her. She’s so tight, so wet.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I growl. “My fiancée. Mine.”
“Yours,” she says, and it’s like gasoline on fire.
I thrust harder and deeper. I love the way her body stretches open for me, taking everything I give her.
I pull out, wanting to see her face when she comes.
“Turn around now,” I say, and she does, letting go of the tree and facing me.
I lift her, guiding her legs around my waist, and take her down to the ground. She wraps her arms around my neck as I slide back into her. This angle is tighter and she cries out, her nails raking down my back.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You feel so good.”
I thrust into her, hard and fast, her legs tightening around me.
“Let me hear you,” I say, slamming into her. “Scream for me.”
She does, her voice breaking as she calls my name.
“You love this, don’t you?” I say, pounding into her. “Taking my cock out here on this trail where anyone could see. Go ahead. Come.”
She does, her scream raw and unrestrained as her body convulses around me. I thrust deep, groaning loud enough to rival her, spilling inside her.
“Fuck, you’re mine,” I say, fucking her through our joint orgasms.
She looks up at me, the wildness giving way to something more tender.
“I love you,” I say, my thumb brushing her cheek. “And if I could carve it into the sky, I would. If I could tear down the mountain just to keep you safe, I’d already be bleeding.”
She smiles like she’d let me.
And I would. In a heartbeat.
THE END.
