Page 15 of Her Mountain Christmas
“Jack…Daddy…”
“Shhh, baby,” I murmur, my mouth finding her other nipple through the flannel. I suck it into my mouth, my tongue swirling around it, and she arches into me, her fingers clutching at my shoulders.
“Unbutton the shirt for me, sweetheart. Let Daddy see you.”
The look on her face as she works the buttons free is a sight to behold. Her cheeks are pink, her eyes bright, and the smile on her face is wickedly sexy. She might be inexperienced, but she’s not shy or unsure of what she wants. The shirt falls open and she shimmies her shoulders, making it fall down her arms. I groan at the sight of her—full, perky tits, her nipples pink and hard, begging for my mouth.
I don’t waste a second. I take one into my mouth, sucking hard, my tongue flicking over it. She moans, her back arching, her body writhing in my lap as she clings to me. My free hand trails lower, slipping beneath the loose boxers she’s wearing. I drag my fingers through her hot, slippery slit, and fucking hell. She’s soaked.
“Jesus, baby,” I groan against her skin. “You’re waxed bare. So smooth. So fucking perfect.” I slide my fingers through her wetness again, my cock throbbing at how ready she is for me. “You’re such a good girl for me. Already dripping, and I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”
Ella moans as I circle her clit with a slow, featherlight touch. Then she lets out this breathy, filthy little giggle that goes straight to my cock.
“Daddy’s gonna make such a mess of me, isn’t he?” She rocks her hips, grinding down on my fingers, her voice all husky and bold. “Gonna ruin me so good I won’t even remember what it was like before I was yours.”
Fuck. My girl’s got a dirty mouth when she lets herself go. How did I get so lucky?
I groan, my thumb pressing harder against her clit, watching her face twist in pleasure. “That’s right, sweetheart. Gonna wreck this pretty little pussy until you can’t walk straight. Until your voice is hoarse from screaming my name.”
She whimpers, her head falling back as I slowly push a finger inside her. Tight. So fucking tight. My cock throbs, desperate to be buried in that heat, but not yet. I’m not going to rush this.
Ella grinds against my hand, horny and eager, her tits bouncing with every roll of her hips. The way her hot, tight pussy grips me makes my balls throb almost painfully. Then she goes still, her eyes locking onto mine, bright and full of something that hits me right in the chest.
“I can’t believe I found you,” she whispers, her voice soft now, almost reverent. “I didn’t even know I was looking for a Daddy, but now that I have you…” She sighs. “It feels so right. You feel so right.”
Something in me cracks open. I pull her close, my forehead pressed to hers, my finger still inside her, thumb resting against her swollen clit. “Ella,” I rasp, my voice rough. “I wasn’t lookingfor a sweet girl to take care of, either. But now that I’ve got you? I’m never letting you go.”
She smiles, slow and sweet, her hands cupping my face. For a second, we just breathe each other in, the weight of of connection settling between us—how right this feels, how inevitable.
Then she rocks her hips again, her smile turning wicked. “Good. Now wreck my pussy, Daddy. Ruin me for anyone but you.”
I groan and play with her clit, circling it and rubbing it back and forth. I dip my head and suck her nipple into my mouth. She’s panting now, her hips rocking against my hand, her moans filling the room.
“Daddy,” she moans, her voice high and breathy. “Oh, please.”
I growl, my thumb working her clit as I suck hard on her nipple. “Gonna take you up to my bed now, sweetheart. I want you so fucking much. Need you spread out naked underneath me.”
Before she can respond, I slip my hand free of her body and stand, lifting her with me. She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and I kiss her the whole way up the stairs.
Seven
Ella
My head is swimming as Jack carries me up the stairs and into his bedroom. Snow is falling lightly outside, the flakes visible through the dark window. The miniature tree I’d found among his unused decorations glows softly in the corner, casting a gentle golden light around the room.
God, how is it possible that this man feels so incredibly perfect for me after knowing him for such a short amount of time? But he does. I’m halfway in love with him and I should be scared, but I’m not. Maybe I’m too horny to be scared. Or maybe I’m not scared because I know being with Jack is right. So very, very right.
Jack pulls back the duvet, and then the mattress dips beneath me as Jack lays me down, his big hands pushing at the open flannel shirt still bunched around my arms. It comes free and he and tosses it aside. His breath catches, his chest heaving and then his strong, thick fingers skim down between my breasts, to my waist, my hips, my stomach.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Look at you.” His voice is rough, reverent. “All soft and perfect. Made for me.”
Butterflies explode in my stomach at his words. I tingle everywhere he touches me, and I feel all glowy and floaty. When his thumbs hook into the waistband of my boxers—his boxers—I lift my hips without hesitation. The soft fabric drags down my legs as he gathers my socks with it, and then I’m naked on Jack’s bed.
Fuck, yes.
Jack strips fast, no patience left, and I’m not complaining. His shirt hits the floor, then his jeans, and then his boxer briefs. His chest is a work of art, hard planes of muscle carved from granite and covered in a fine dusting of hair. But my eyes zip downward, and…
Oh god, his cock. I’m drooling. Salivating. Probably leaving a little puddle on his sheets. It’s thick, long, veined, jutting out from a nest of dark hair with big, heavy balls beneath it. I feel like I can’t breathe as I stare at him. He’s so big everywhere, with broad shoulders tapering to a ridged stomach, thighs like tree trunks, that massive dick between them already glistening at the flared tip.
