Our eyes connect for a long heated moment as the heavy flakes of snow float down around us. They cover our shoulders and stick to our jackets, making it feel like we’re in a snow globe. Like we’re in a dream. Everything about this encounter has felt like a dream.
“Let’s get my truck out of the snow and we’ll get out of here.”
She glances back at her car. It’s already buried in a fresh coat of snow. “What about mine?”
“Leave it here. I’ll have it towed in spring. It’s not safe enough for your priceless body.”
She just watches me in shock and confusion as I head back to the truck.
“Hop in behind the wheel,” I tell her. “You’re going to have to steer while I push it out.”
Her feet start moving under my command and she gets into my truck as I walk through the heavy snow to the front bumper.
I can’t believe she’s in my truck. That sweet ass is on my seat, her warm pussy close to the leather. Her hands grip my heated steering wheel, her divine face lit up from the lights in the dashboard. I have to take a moment to admire her like this before I get to work. My heart thumps in my chest as my cock groans in need.
“Put it into reverse and hit the gas,” I call out to her as I bend down with a sigh and put my hands on the huge bumper. I’m jacked as fuck under this suit but I’m so shaky with nerves, excitement, and swelling emotion that I don’t think I could push a shopping cart.
I brace my feet and bend down, ready to push when I hear the engine roaring.
My eyes dart up. I can’t help myself. I steal another look at her. She looks so small behind the big wheel, hands gripping it as she watches me.
I smile at her and her cheeks turn pink as she smiles shyly back at me.
She truly is a Christmas miracle. Those Hallmark movies are starting to make a lot of sense.
The engine growls to life and the tires squeal as they spin in the snow.
With a grunt, I push the truck as hard as I can, every muscle in my body flexed to the max. The truck is stuck deep in the thickly packed snow, but I push and push until it starts to give. The tires get traction and the truck flies backward onto the road.
I fall to my knee and quickly get up when I see Holly in the driver’s seat, pumping her fist with a big excited smile on her face. I nearly die. She’s fucking perfect.
My hungry eyes never leave her as I walk over and open the door. “Hop over,” I tell her as I climb inside. She climbs over the middle console and slips into the passenger’s seat.
“Would you mind giving me a lift somewhere? I think there’s a bus station nearby. If you don’t mind.”
A bus station. Like I would ever in a billion years drop this innocent little beauty off at a goddamn bus station.
“You’re coming with me,” I tell her as I grab the wheel.
“Where?”
My eyes focus on her soft plump lips. Her face is the poster child for angelic purity. I didn’t think there was still pure innocence in the world, but here she is, staring back at me with those big blue eyes and changing my whole worldview.
“We’re going to my brother’s house,” I tell her. “He’s having a Christmas Eve party.”
“Oh,” she says, her eyes dropping to her hands. “And you want me to wait in the car?”
I try not to laugh. She’s so sweet. It’s not nice to laugh at her innocence. It’s for admiring, treasuring, and worshipping. Not for laughing at.
“No, you’re coming in with me,” I tell her as I throw the truck into drive. “You’re going to be my date.”
“Your date?” she says with a gasp. “But I’m… I’m not dressed appropriately. I’ve been volunteering at the soup kitchen and I got most of it on my sweater.”
Volunteering at a soup kitchen on Christmas Eve… Does it get more virtuous and honest than that? She truly is an angel.
I don’t deserve her. I’m not good like her.
All I can think about right now is defiling her. Claiming her. Taking that innocence as I sink my hard thick cock between her legs and discovering if her ripe little pussy is as soft as I’m dreaming it is.
She deserves the best, and I’m not the best. I’m a greedy bastard who takes what he wants.
And I want her.
So, even though I know I don’t deserve her, I’m still not going to let her go.
Not ever.
I hit the gas and take her away.
She’s my Christmas miracle and I’m keeping her.
If anyone disagrees, they can try and peel her from my strong, possessive hands.