Page 98 of His Captive

“I’ll give you thirty,” I shoot back. It’s Christmas after all and I’m all about the giving.

“Okay.” She races out the door, and she runs. I count all the way to thirty, thinking in my head of all the things I can do to her body when I catch her.

“Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty. You better be ready,” I call out before running out the front door and following her tiny footprints all the way to the outhouse. My feet crunch through the deep snow. While thick flakes tickle beneath my collar as they fall from the sky. I catch up with her just as she disappears around the side of the outhouse.

Pulling at her hips, I flip her around and land her ass on to the snow-covered logs that are stacked against the wall.

“Ya, got me,” she giggles, as I lift her enough to push the leggings over her perfect round ass. Her breath gets trapped in her throat when her bare cheeks impact with the snow. Then her eyes widen with a thrill and her mouth spread wide when I touch her between her legs.

I push down my jeans, and take out my cock, watching her look down greedily, and shunt her hips forward, ready to receive it.

“This is gonna be quick, angel.” I snatch her bottom lip from between her teeth with mine and tug it away with me.

Reaching under her sweater I take one of her perfect tits in my bitter cold palm, then roll her tight nipple between my thumb and finger as I drive my cock deep inside her pussy.

The warmth of being inside her counteracts the chill around us and I thrust into her fast and hard. The heat of her gasps falling in my ear, while her fingers claw at my ass.

Nothing in this world matches being inside my girl, or how my name sounds coming off her tongue as she comes for me over and over.

I slide my hand higher under her sweater and wrap my hand around her neck. Feel her pulse quicken beneath my fingertips as I give her more and more.

She doesn’t know it yet, but after the holidays, I’m taking her somewhere we can settle for good, and she’s flushing those fucking pills of hers.

More and more lately, I’ve started to wonder how fucking beautiful she’ll look with my kid inside her. I want to give her that. I want to give her fucking everything.

“Come for me,” I tell her, tensing my fingers.

Her hips buck harder into mine, meeting each one of my hard thrusts.

She tenses inside and hums in pleasure, and I smash into her one last time before letting myself release. Her legs tighten their grip around my hips, holding me inside her, then her lips press to mine, kissing the ever-loving fuck out of them.

“Mine,” I remind her.

“Yours,” she nods.

I slide out of her and pull up my jeans, lifting her up off the logs and carrying her back to the cabin.

“I can walk you know,” she tells me, her arms wrapped tight around my neck.

“Yeah, you can, but I don’t want you to,” I carry her right through to the bathroom and sit her on the sink unit. Leaving her there while I turn on the bath, then returned to stand between her legs so I can kiss her some more.

“Ethan?” she says, sounding serious as she struggles to put a little space between us.

I know there’s been something on her mind lately. She hasn’t been herself. She’s usually happy to let me worry about where we’re heading next, happy to let me take control, but the past few weeks she's been restless. She’s been questioning me. It isn’t like her.

“What's troubling you, angel?” I ask, and she shakes her head like she’s scared to tell me

“Lysa?”

“I have to tell you something,” she says taking her eyes away from mine.

“I need to tell you something too,” I smile. Hoping that she wouldn’t be mad, I’ve found the perfect place for us to settle. A massive homestead that would be perfect for all the kids I plan on knocking her up with.

“You should really let me go first,” she says looking worried.

“Okay, you go first,” I agree, an unnerving feeling starting to twist in my chest.

“Ethan. I know you have these big plans for us. And I was so excited about them...”

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