Page 9 of Christmas with the Grumpy Mountain Man
“Fuck, princess. You’re so fucking beautiful.” I spread her legs apart with my shoulders as I admired her from above, running one finger along her seam, her panties now wet from her desire. “You’re so wet for me under there, aren’t you?” I brought my finger to my mouth and tasted but it wasn’t enough. I hooked one finger beneath the lacy, thin scrap of fabric and pulled it to the side, exposing her perfect pink pussy to me.
With a groan, I licked my lips and lowered my head before dipping inside and tasting her.
My woman.
My princess.
My forever.
Like a salty, sweet honey, her pussy tasted delicious as I licked up and down her seam, stopping on her clit and sucking hard. I flicked my tongue over and over against the sensitive bean, flattening the back of my tongue against it and letting her ride my face.
And ride my face she did.
Up, down, side to side, Zena held onto my hair and rode my face hard, her legs squeezing the sides of my face as she came hard, again and again, her orgasms intense and powerful as her entire body shook beneath me.
Watching her unravel from my mouth with my beard dripping from her juices, my cock throbbed, and I wanted her so badly.
But as I moved up her body, she wiggled her way down.
Before I could protest, she took me in her mouth, wrapping those sexy pouty lips of hers around the head of my cock and sucking hard.
A sharp shock of pleasure shot up from my spine as she pushed me onto my back and positioned herself between my legs. Her tongue worked the head of my cock, swirling and sucking, licking and slapping it against it.
I watched in pure ecstasy as she sucked me off, the sight of her smacking her lips against me, her eyes meeting mine, and the passion between us, all causing my orgasm to build faster.
But I didn’t want to come down her throat the first time.
I wanted to come inside her. Fill her with my hot seed again and again, marking her as mine forever.
Reaching down, I slipped my hands under her arms and lifted her up and onto her back beside me. Wrapping my armsaround her, I spooned her from behind, pressing my cock into her ass cheeks and moving up and down slowly.
Zena groaned. “You’re such a tease.”
“Mmm.” I ran my hands all over her curvaceous body. Lifting one of her legs up, I used my other hand to line my cock up at her entrance from behind before plunging deep inside.
In and out, in and out, I thrusted over and over, slowly at first, gradually building speed until I moved at a quick pace. She thrusted her ass backwards towards me, bending forward to bring more of her ass onto my cock. With one hand gripping her hair, I fisted a handful of hair with the other and yanked her head backwards.
Zena cried out in pleasure, and I pulled her again as I thrusted hard, unable to control the passion exploding between us.
Harder, faster, over and over, until finally, I came hard, filling her with my cum as I rubbed her clit, bringing her to orgasm soon after me.
And then we hit repeat.
All night long.
CHAPTER SIX
Zena
Three hours later,we emerged from Roman’s bedroom in search of food and heat. Roman gave me a warm pair of flannel pajamas and fuzzy socks, dressing in the same, before making our way downstairs.
“Damn, that’s a lot of snow,” Roman mused as he walked over to the large bay window in the living room. I followed behind and looked out into the pitch-black yard, snow swirling everywhere. Even in the darkness, the white fluffy stuff was visibly piled high. “No wonder the power went out.”
“Doesn’t look like it’ll be coming back anytime soon.” I slid my hand into his and squeezed. “I’m glad I listened to you and didn’t venture outside.”
Roman squeezed back. “Me too. Now let’s get some heat in here.”
Luckily, Roman had a fireplace in his living room and after opening the chimney chute, he piled in some wood and started the fire using a box of matched and a few logs. “I’ve thought about getting a generator but so far the wood stove has come inhandy when the power goes out.” Roman explained as he lit a few candles around the room. “Since there isn’t much choice of food, how does a peanut butter and jelly sandwich sound?”
