Page 21 of Mr. Winter
“Ice fucker? Wouldn’t that be you?”
He makes his dick cold and starts thrusting in a slow, yet rough pattern. I shudder, shocked at the sudden temperature drop. My nipples get the same cool treatment when he nips them through the shirt.
This is new.
No one has ever used ice during sex, and this dude commands it. Increasing my grip on his hair with one hand, the nails on my other hand sink into his shoulder. I give into the sensation. He slowly heats back up and repositions me to begin delivering deep strokes. I didn’t know he could go deeper.
I throw my head back. “Oh, Jack!”
He stops. He’s still buried inside of me but is not moving. “That sounds complimentary.”
My temper begins to rise after a few more moments of him not moving. How dare he get me started just to stop before it’s over? One day back in his presence, and he’s a major pain in my ass.
“You’re so annoying! I swear I’ll choke the shit out of you…”
His eyes light up like I said something romantic, and he steals a kiss, stealing my senses for a few seconds.
“Try it. You won’t be successful,” he goads me just before he bites my lip hard.
He knows how I feel about challenges. I can see it in his eyes. The thought of beating me excites him every time. My hands slip around his neck, pulling a grunt out of him.
“I will Homer Simpson, choke your ass…”
“Big words for a little woman.” Jack's eyes roll back when I add pressure, and he continues his punishing pace. “Harder,” he demands with a growl that makes me tingle.
He has me on the brink of an aggressive orgasm, and he knows it. Jack fucks me like it’s the only thing he’s thought about for a long time. It’s overwhelming to go from wondering where someone has gone, to being fucked by that person within twenty-four hours. My emotions are jumbled, but my body is clear about what...whoit wants. I squeeze his neck tighter to expel my frustration.
Jack whispers my name like it’s sacred then manipulates my clit, teasing it until I explode.
“Now that’s the right way to tell me you miss me,” he rasps before he cums inside of me. Jack drops his forehead to mine. “Just know any time you think you’re going to disrespect me, cuss at me, or hit me, I will fuck you until you’re too tired to do anything else.” He lets me go, and I slide down his body until I’m on my feet again, and he turns to leave the room. “Use your grown woman words.”
Grown woman words? I’ve got his grown woman words. “Fuck you.”
The response barely leaves my mouth when a gust of air pushes me on the bed. Jack flips me onto my stomach and is balls deep inside of me before I can breathe.
“You love learning the hard way, baby.” He smacks one of my ass cheeks, and I jump from the sting. “It’s okay. I have time. Please note, I don’t have mortal stamina. When I say I can fuck all the energy out of you, I mean it.” He smacks my other ass cheek harder.
He’s fucking me again like he never stopped, and my body is torn between being overwhelmed and wanting more. I grip the sheets as he rewards me for my mouth. I really do need to learn how to be quiet sometimes, or this will be a long day. My sensitive body screams, but I feel an orgasm building rapidly.
“Too much, Jack.”
“Not enough, Arden,” he mocks me. His hand cups the back of my neck. “Maybe I should keep going until you pass out…”
“Sugar cookies, hazelnut, Christmas, winter, gingerbread…”
His laughter fills the room. “Are you trying to use safe words?”
“There has to be one, right?” I pant.
“The only way out of this is to cum.”
I respect that and hate it. Jack swivels his hips in a way guaranteed to make me scream. He’s evil—pure, sexy, master of fucking evil. He teases me, taking me to the cusp of an orgasm then backing off without delivering what I want—no—need.
“Would you like to discuss anything else?” he taunts.
“How you can go fu—” I stop mumbling when he leans in until his chest is on my back.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you properly. What were you saying?”
