Page 24 of Her Mountain Christmas
I groan, my hands tightening on her ass as I lower her slowly, so fucking slowly, onto my dick. Her tight cunt resists at first, but then her muscles give, and she sinks down with a breathy moan, clinging to me, her legs dangling helplessly in the air.
“Fuck,” I grit out, my cock buried to the hilt, her pussy clenching around me like a vice. “You take me so well, sweetheart. Every fucking inch.” I lift her almost all the way off, then slam her back down, my balls slapping against her ass. She cries out, her head tipping back, her tits bouncing with the force.
I do it again. And again. My hands grip her ass, my fingers spreading her cheeks as I fuck her onto my cock, lifting her up and down in rough, punishing strokes. Her cunt is dripping, her juices coating my cock, her clit grinding against my pelvis with every downward thrust. She’s completely impaled, her pretty little hole stretched around my dick, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Her pussy clamps down like a fist, milking me with every desperate bounce. I can feel her getting close, her pussy fluttering wildly as her nails dig into my shoulders. Her little whines have turned into full on shrieks, and I fuck her harder, my grip bruising on her ass as I slam her down, my cock bottoming out inside her with a wet, obscene sound.
She lets out a little scream, and I immediately stop. “Are you okay? Too rough?”
She shakes her head, gasping for breath. “No, I’m okay.” Her hands stroke my face. “Don’t stop, Jack.”
I start moving her up and down my cock again, slower and deeper this time, grinding against her every time she slides all the way down.
“Come on, sweetheart,” I growl against her ear, my voice rough. “Come on Daddy’s cock like a good girl. Squeeze the cum out of me.”
She lets out a rough moan, her back arching, her pussy fluttering around me as she comes undone. Her cunt pulses, her juices gushing out, dripping down my balls, and I groan, my own release slamming into me like a freight train. I bury my face in her neck, my hips stuttering as I empty myself inside her,pumping my cum deep. She whimpers with every hot spurt, her arms locking around my neck, her small body trembling against mine.
“Fuck, Ella,” I rasp, my cock still twitching, still spilling inside her. “Look at you, taking every drop in your hungry little pussy.”
I don’t pull out. Can’t. Instead, I carry her to the couch, her legs still wrapped around me, my softening cock still buried inside her. I sit down and my cock slides out of her. I adjust her so she’s straddling my lap, her back against my chest, my arms locked around her. I look down over her shoulder, between her spread legs. Her cunt is the most beautiful mess. She’s red and swollen, used hole gaping and leaking my cum. I groan at the sight of her, my fingers gently tracing over her clit, her lips, the outer edges of her messy hole.
“Such a good girl,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple as I smooth my palm over her. “You took Daddy so well. Fuck, you made me come so hard.” My fingers dip inside her, pushing my leaking cum back in, and she moans and clenches around me. “You feel that? There’s so much cum inside you. Marking you. Keeping you.” I suddenly realize that there’s something we never discussed. I kiss her temple again, gently rubbing her pussy with my palm. “Ella, are you on birth control?”
She looks up at me, her head resting against my shoulder. “No. I…Oh. Right.” She bites her lip and giggles. “You did say you always wanted to have kids.”
“And you’d be okay with that? Getting pregnant, having a baby with me?”
“I love you,” she breathes softly, as if that’s the only logical answer she can give. And maybe it is.
I tighten my arms around her, still gently massaging her sweet little cunt, smearing my cum and her juices all over her. “I love you too, sweetheart. More than anything.” My lips find herear, my voice rough. “You’re mine now. No one else’s. And I’m never letting you go.”
Nine
Ella
The next morning, I wake up slowly, stretching and yawning and burrowing deeper into the blankets. Yesterday, Jack and I spent the day together inside as the snow gradually came to a stop. We watched Christmas movies (while he played with my pussy, teasing me for ages before letting me come), baked cookies, drank hot chocolate, and talked for hours and hours. We talked about our childhoods, our families, the future we saw unfolding before us.
I’m not going back to Edmonton. I’m going to stay here in Honey Ridge, with Jack. I’m his now, and he’s mine, and while it’s fast and crazy and dizzying, it’s what we both want. It feels right.
A part of me wonders if I died in that car crash, because being here with Jack, who is unbelievably sweet and funny and caring and HOT, feels like heaven. There’s a line in a famous song that says “have I known you twenty seconds, or twenty years?” and that’s how it feels with Jack. I know that my life will be forever delineated into Before Jack and After Jack.
I roll over in bed and find he’s not there. I sit up slowly, stretching again. I can hear the whine of a snowblower outside. When I pull back the curtain, I find more gray skies, but the snow has stopped falling, and the clouds look thinner and higher than before. I can see Jack outside, bundled up against the cold as he clears the driveway of snow. When I turn, something catches my eye in the corner of the room.
“My suitcase!” Jack had mentioned that if the snow cleared this morning, they were going to have my car towed out and my things retrieved. Looks like they were successful. God, what time is it? I find my phone on the bedside table and shake my head at myself when I see that it’s after ten.
I guess all those orgasms wore me out. I was still horny before bed last night, but Jack was worried about how sore I was, so we kissed and he played with my nipples as I rode his thigh until I came, shaking in his arms.
Sigh. I’m so lucky.
I dive into my suitcase, eager to have my things back. I pull on a red sweater and a pair of black pants, then pull my hair into a high ponytail with a satiny dark green scrunchie. I head to the bathroom and put a little makeup on—some mascara on my pale lashes, a bit of blush.
Just as I’m coming down the stairs, Jack steps back into the house, cheeks red from the cold. He grins when he sees me.
“Found your things, I see.”
I smile and nod. “Thanks for getting it for me.”
“It was no problem. I don’t know that there’s going to be much they can do for your car, though. It’s probably totaled.”
