Page 94 of He Sees You
Her pussy is bare underneath the shirt—no panties, the little tease—already glistening despite the chill.
I spread her legs wide, hooking one over my shoulder, and bury my face between her thighs.
My tongue lashes out, hot and flat against her cold folds.
She shudders, a moan ripping from her throat as I suck her clit hard, the warmth of my mouth contrasting the icy air whipping across her exposed ass.
Snowflakes melt on her skin, dripping down to mix with her arousal.
I thrust two fingers into her tight pussy, feeling her walls clench around them, slick and greedy.
"Fuck, you're soaked," I mutter, pumping faster, curling to hit that spongy spot inside her. Her juices coat my hand, warm against the frost.
Celeste's hands fist my hair, yanking me closer as she grinds against my face. "Deeper, Cain. Make me forget the cold."
I oblige, adding a third finger, stretching her wide while my teeth graze her clit, nipping just enough to sting.
The pine's rough texture bites into her back through the coat, adding another layer of bite to her pleasure.
She comes fast, her thighs quaking around my head, pussy spasming as she floods my mouth with her release.
I lap it up, savoring the salty tang mixed with the faint metallic hint of adrenaline.
But I'm not done.
I stand, shedding my coat and shirt in one go, the snow stinging my bare chest like needles.
My scars stand out pale against the red from the cold, and she traces them with her nails, drawing thin lines of blood that freeze almost instantly.
"My hero," she whispers, dark and filthy, before dropping to her knees herself.
The snow packs around her, but she doesn't flinch.
Her small hands free my cock, thick and throbbing, veins pulsing in the frigid air.
It's half-hard from the cold, but her breath warms it as she leans in, tongue flicking the head to lap up the pre-cum beading there.
"So big," she murmurs, then takes me deep, her lips stretching around my girth.
I groan, the heat of her mouth a shock after the ice, her throat relaxing to swallow me whole.
She bobs her head, sucking hard, one hand cupping my balls, rolling them in the cold while the other strokes what she can't fit.
Snow dusts her dark hair, turning it white like a crown of winter.
I thrust into her mouth, fucking her face with shallow pumps, the wet sounds obscene against the quiet forest. "That's it, choke on my cock," I rasp, my fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm.
She gags slightly, tears freezing on her lashes, but her eyes lock on mine—defiant, aroused, mine.
I pull her up before I finish, spinning her to face the tree.
"Bend over," I command, and she does, bracing her hands on the trunk, ass presented like an offering.
The snow has melted into slush around us, soaking her knees, but she arches her back, spreading her legs.
I kick them wider, then slap her ass hard, the crack echoing.
Her cheek jiggles, turning pink under the cold, a handprint blooming fast.
