Winter Love

by Kennedy Fox

  I was so aroused that all I wanted to do was tell him to rip off my clothes and fuck me raw. I wanted to be sore in the morning. I wanted to have trouble walking because he pounded into me like a madman, like the only thing that mattered was finding his own release.

  He still didn’t speak, just watched me as he grabbed the bottom of that gray shirt that couldn't hide all his male power. For a second, he didn’t move, but then he all but ripped it off over his head, tossed it aside, and went for his jeans.

  I swallowed the lump that suddenly lodged itself in my throat.

  “Undress for me,” he demanded.

  I found myself doing what he wanted without any hesitation. Who was I kidding? I was like a horny teenager right now.

  I was speechless, my throat tight, my mouth dry, as I stood there completely naked, watching as he slowly removed those jeans. And when they were off his glorious male body, my jaw went slack at the third fucking leg he sported between his thighs. The girth was as wide as my wrist, making my insides seize up. I didn’t know if I could take all of that, but I sure as fuck would try.

  “You see what you do to me?” he asked but didn’t elaborate, didn’t specify, and certainly didn’t grab himself to make his point known.

  But I knew what he meant, and I nodded.

  “How wet are you for me?”

  I opened my mouth to tell him I was soaked, but a slow shake of his head stopped me.

  “Run your fingers over your cunt and show me.”

  God.

  A little moan left me as I followed his command. I slid my hand between my legs, running the digits through my slit, moaning again at how good it felt. And when I held the fingers up, showing him how they glistened, a rough growl left him.

  “Drenched” was all he said.

  Before I knew what was going on, he was in front of me, his hands wrapped around my waist, his lips on mine. He was kissing me hungrily, like he’d been starved for me all damn night. I knew I’d been that way for him.

  He kissed me for so long my lips were pleasantly sore by the time he pulled away. He nuzzled my neck, licked and sucked at my flesh, and then he was lifting me easily and carrying me to the bed. But then he sat down, placed me on his lap chest-to-chest, and started kissing me again.

  The position had my legs spread on either side of his body, my bare pussy grinding right over his hard cock.

  He pulled back but kept our mouths only an inch apart. “I can smell how ready you are for me, how much you want this.” His words vibrated against my lips, and another low growl left him. “I can smell your sweetness.” He ran his tongue over my lips, and I shuddered on top of him. “Ask me to fuck you, Penny.”

  God, did he really think I wouldn’t ask him? I wanted to beg him to work all that cock into my pussy.

  I found myself leaning in that last inch, our lips now touching, and said, “Fuck me, Charlie.”

  Chapter Seven

  Charlie’s cock was so hard I swore I felt it jerk between us after I told him to fuck me.

  Just the thought of having his massive dick all up inside me made me feel like this was my first time.

  “Grab it,” he said huskily, and I didn’t even hesitate before I reached my hand between our bodies and grabbed him. His entire body jerked at that first contact, and the harsh strain in his voice had my pussy becoming impossibly wetter.

  His cock was like velvet over steel, hot and thick in my grasp. Hell, my fingertips weren’t even able to touch because of his girth. I tipped my head slightly back and stared into his face, gauging his reaction. His body was so taut, his fingers digging painfully into my sides as if I was the only thing stabilizing him.

  His eyes were hooded as he watched me. He looked a little bit drunk despite him not having a drop at dinner. It was all because of me and the pleasure I was giving him right now.

  That was one hell of a power trip for a girl.

  “Go on,” he growled. “Stroke it.”

  I started breathing harder, faster. He did as well.

  “Do it.” Charlie’s voice got rougher, more demanding.

  Shivers raced along my body at the tone.

  I glanced back down at his dick, the slit at the tip already dotted with pre-cum. And because I felt like a hungry slut, my mouth watered for a taste of all that male potency.

  I didn’t stroke him, didn’t do what he wanted. I was doing what I wanted, and that was tasting that glorious cock of his.

  I was on my knees between his tree-trunk thighs a second later, staring up at him, seeing that primal male desire on his face. He didn't stop me, not as I leaned forward, gripped his shaft again, and pulled the tip to my lips. While I stared into his eyes, I sucked the crown into my mouth.

  His essence, the very male saltiness that made up Charlie in the most primal way, exploded across my tongue. I couldn’t help but moan. He tasted so good, woodsy and clean, potent and addicting.

  I closed my eyes and hummed around him as I started bobbing my head up and down his length, trying to take as much as I could into my mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, and I gagged slightly, which in turn had him groaning and spearing a hand into my hair. He kept me right there as he lifted his hips, pushing his dick into my mouth again so I gagged once more.

  “Yeah,” he said in a raspy voice.

  I renewed my effort, sucking on his shaft, running my tongue along the underside of the length, and sucking off the pre-cum that was a steady flow at the crown.

  I swore I could feel him getting harder the longer I sucked his cock.

  And then I felt his body tighten, knowing he was about to come. I went even harder, faster, needing his seed in my mouth, down my throat. I was starved for it. But to my disappointment, he pushed me away gently, and I was left sitting on my knees, staring at his glossy, hard cock that bobbed between his legs.

  I looked up at him, my chest rising and falling as I breathed heavily, so hard I still couldn’t catch it. My lips felt swollen, a little numb, but God did that turn me on knowing why they were like that.

  “How badly do you want me to fuck you, sweet girl?”

  I couldn’t even formulate a response to that. Couldn’t he see in my face, feel in my body, just how much I was ready for this?

  “Tell me how much you want me to shove my big dick right up your tight little pussy.”

  I couldn't breathe. I felt lightheaded. I was dripping cream down my inner thighs with my need.

  Here I was on my knees, my legs slightly spread, and Charlie looked right at my pussy like he’d never seen anything hotter.

  “I have a sweet tooth, Penny,” he said low, smooth as silk. He lifted his eyes to look into mine. “And you’re the only thing that can sate it.”

  My pussy throbbed, my pulse beating in my clit like it had its own heartbeat.

  “I want you to tell me how much you want my big fucking cock deep in your tight little cunt.” Those words were this animalistic growl from his full, masculine lips.

  I could hear my heart racing in my ears, and my palms started to sweat.

  “I want that—”

  He shook his head, leaned forward, and braced his forearms on his thighs. “Tell me the right way.”

  I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat.

  I couldn’t help but glance down at his erection. “Charlie,” I purred his name and watched as his body got harder right in front of me. “Shove that big, hard, magnificent cock deep in my little pussy that's so wet for you.” I leaned forward and pushed his arms away so I could brace my hands on his strong knees. “I want you in me so deep it hurts.” Before I could anticipate what he was doing, Charlie hauled me off the floor, placed me on his lap, and dug his fingers into my hips, growling like the primal beast he was.

  “If you want it, then take it with that pretty pink pussy, Penny.”

  Well then. Challenge accepted.

  Chapter Eight

  I pressed my breasts to his chest, feeling the soft hair that covered his
pectoral muscles, and moaned at how good it felt. My pussy contracted along his cock on its own, his length framed by my lips.

  “Go on, girl,” he taunted.

  I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock. He was all but bursting in my palm.

  “Slide all that wet hotness on me. Ride me, Penny.” His words were getting shorter, deeper. I could tell he was slowly losing his control. “I want you to milk the cum from my balls with that tight cunt of yours.” Charlie’s words were harsh, guttural.

  I rose up slowly but didn't impale myself on him, and instead I rubbed the bulbous head of his shaft up and down my slit.

  “Christ,” he gritted out. “Do that again, baby.”

  I did that over and over, running the flared head up and down my length, letting him feel how hot and wet I was for him. He cursed, shifted enough he could open his bedside dresser drawer, and pulled out a condom.

  He tore at the corner with his teeth, pulled the latex out with his free hand, and slid it down, sheathing himself and placing the tip at my entrance. Placing my hands on his pectoral muscles, I didn’t deny myself any longer as I started to slide down his cock, engulfing him.

  The sound of his teeth clashing together was strong, and when I felt his very male, blunt nails dig into my flesh, I knew he was just as gone as I was.

  His broad chest heaved as he sat still, letting me take all of him in my body. But I could tell his restraint was slipping.

  He hummed and whispered so low I wasn't sure I heard him correctly. “I’ll never get enough.”

  And when I had all his dick in my pussy, when I slowly ground myself on him, hearing the grind of his teeth, I knew I wouldn’t last. “Oh. God,” I whispered and started rocking back and forth on him.

  “Fucking bounce on this cock.”

  And I did just that.

  “Yeah,” he hissed, and I swore his eyes rolled back in his head from his pleasure. “That’s it. I’ve never had anything like this.” His voice was rough, full of need. He stared into my eyes so hard that I felt it like a physical touch. “Watch me as I fuck the hell out of this tight, sweet pussy.” My chest ached from the force of his words. “Watch as I push all this cock into your primed cunt.”

  I looked down the length of my body, seeing where his cock met my pussy. I started lifting up and falling back down, and in turn, he pumped his hips up, meeting my movements. Over and over again, harder and faster. I saw his dick disappear into my body before coming almost all the way out, the length glossy from my cream.

  When his cock became visible, I saw how shiny it looked from my wetness. Everything in me tightened at the sight. He stretched me so good, and the burn of the pleasure was still there. I didn’t want this to end.

  “Fuck, I’ve never seen anything hotter than all your pussy juice covering my dick.”

  My arousal pumped through me, the overabundance of adrenaline and pleasure making me feel high and drunk and like I was no longer in my own body.

  And I rode him harder, faster still.

  My pussy sucked at his cock, his big dick stretching me wide, making me feel like I was going over the edge again and again until it was maddening, and I accepted that I’d never be the same after him.

  I moved up and down, the breath leaving me in uneven gasps, my tits bouncing as I rocked myself on him, seeking more of that delicious burn, that addicting pleasure I felt only he could give me.

  And when I felt his hand make contact with my ass, that clap of his skin meeting mine, I went off.

  My orgasm rushed forward, and I felt the world disappear, but not before he grew impossibly harder in my body. I didn’t want to stop it. I never wanted this to end.

  “Look at me,” he demanded, and I peeled my eyes open, not realizing they’d been closed. Sweat covered his chest and forehead, and his jaw clenched tightly as if he was trying to hold off the inevitable. But I wanted him so mindless that he couldn’t think or even breathe. I wanted him to feel what I felt in this movement. So I used my inner muscles to clamp down around him, a gasp leaving me at the same time he cursed out vulgarly.

  He groaned, and his eyes were nothing but blue glowing slits in the darkened room. “You see what you do to me?” he asked, but I had a feeling he spoke to himself, not meaning for those words to actually spill out.

  I could see he was right at the edge, that it wouldn’t take much to make him go over. And I wanted to witness that so damn badly. But I didn’t know how much longer I could last. I already felt myself gearing up for another mind-blowing orgasm.

  I clenched my pussy muscles around his dick again, and the growl he gave me had power consuming every single inch of my body, right down to my soul.

  His fingers were digging deep into my skin, and I knew there would be bruises tomorrow. Good, I wanted his mark. I wanted the proof that this night actually happened.

  I was clearly not going fast enough, because before I knew it, Charlie had both hands curled around my waist in a vice-like grip and started lifting me up and slamming me back down on his cock. The wet, sloppy sounds of our sex filled my head. I didn’t think about anything else but this moment and the leisure I felt.

  I didn’t care that this man was a stranger, that after this night, I’d have to leave. It felt… wrong. But I told myself that was the reality.

  “So tight.” He bared his teeth as he stared at my face. “So hot. So fucking wet. And it's all for me. Only me, isn’t that right?”

  I gasped and nodded even though his words were as crazy as what we were doing.

  He slammed me down hard on him once more, stilling, letting me feel how much he filled my pussy with his monstrous cock.

  Charlie groaned, his neck muscles standing in stark relief in the shadowy room, his body seeming bigger than life at this moment.

  I wanted his cum, wanted it filling me, coating every inch of me. The fucking condom was a barrier I never wanted again when it came to Charlie.

  And as I let him bounce me up and down on his length, knowing this was his pinnacle, his peak, all I could do was hold onto his shoulders and let him fill me up. And God, did he do that so damn good.

  He grunted once, growled after that, and on the third thrust into my pussy, he buried his face in the crook of my neck and came.

  After long moments, when I finally felt his body start to relax, I allowed myself to run my hands up and down his back. Our skin was damp, our bodies sated. I’d never felt so… complete before. He kissed the side of my neck sweetly, softly, running his tongue over my flesh, lapping up the beads of sweat I knew dotted it. I heard him inhale again, and again, and I closed my eyes and let this feeling imprint in my mind forever.

  His dick was still hard inside me when I shifted and rolled off, my limbs like noodles, my heart racing.

  God, he made me a fiend.

  I didn’t know what I was supposed to do now. Leave? Do the walk of shame? But before I could really think about it, he had his hand curled around my waist and pulled me right up against his body. I swear I heard him purr in pleasure.

  “Stay with me. Let me hold you. Let me fuck you all night.” My toes curled at his words, and I closed my eyes and purred myself. I rubbed my body against his like some kind of cat in heat, feral for his touch.

  “I couldn't leave if I wanted. You drove,” I teased, and his deep chuckle speared right through my core.

  “I wouldn't let you leave anyway. I’m keeping you forever.”

  I smiled even though he couldn’t see it. That sounded… magical, even if it wasn’t realistic. Right? It wasn’t, was it?

  And as I let him hold me, as I felt the drugging wave of sleep slowly start to take me, the only thing on my mind was that I never wanted this night to end.

  Chapter Nine

  When I woke up, I knew the spot beside me was empty. I felt his absence as clearly as I felt the oxygen moving in and out of my lungs.

  The sun came through the window and washed my face, but it wasn’t warm, not with how cold it was outsi
de.

  I hadn’t even opened my eyes, and the headache that was slowly starting to form behind my eyes pounded fiercely.

  Hungover. That’s what I was.

  I rolled onto my back and peeled my eyes open, blinking a few times as I stared at the wooden beams above me. I slid my hand beside me, the sheets cold where Charlie had slept last night, where I remembered him holding me close to his body, my back to his chest, his hand between my thighs all. Night. Long.

  Despite him fucking me so thoroughly that I was actually tender down there, desire started waking me up even more. My pussy throbbed, not just from being sore from the pounding Charlie had given me, but because I wanted to go for round three, four, and round five.

  I noticed a thick-looking robe draped across the end of the bed and pushed the blankets off me before grabbing it and quickly wrapping the plush material around my body. The wooden floor was cold beneath my bare feet, and I went over to the dresser and pulled one of the small top drawers open, seeing it was filled with socks. I grabbed the thickest ones I could find, not the least bit shy that I was wearing his clothes.

  The way I’d given myself to him last night had all shyness leaving me.

  I left the bedroom and made my way out to the kitchen. The scent of coffee was strong and had my mouth watering.

  After pouring myself a cup, I walked over to the French doors that lead out to the back deck. I just stared outside, at the freshly fallen snow dotting the trees, covering the ground and even the deck. I saw footprints on that freshly fallen powder, and a second later, I watched as Charlie came around from the side of the house.

  His arms were filled with chopped firewood, and the only thing he wore was a pair of dark boots, worn denim jeans, and a long-sleeved black Henley. He looked rugged and handsome, those pieces of lumber cradled in his arms looking small compared to his size.

  My pulse started racing the closer he got, and when he was stepping up on the patio, coming toward the doors, I moved to the side.