Slowly, I rock in and out of her, feeling her with a new kind of intensity. With each forward rock, I graze her clit, stoking her pleasure, ensuring she feels only excitement. Where before, I might have pounded into her, taking her pussy hard, until she cried out in a combination of pain and pleasure. This time, I only want her to feel ecstasy.
As I move inside her, I press kisses to her full lips and her delicate neck. I take the lobe of her ear and lightly nibble it until she whimpers, and her pussy tightens around my length.
“Oh, God, fuck!” she gasps, her hard nipples grazing my chest as she arches into me, coming quickly a second time, her pussy gripping my cock again and again.
I love the way she looks in the throes of passion, the way she tips her head back and lets her lips part in a visible expression of losing herself to the sensation. And as her orgasm subsides, rather than relaxing back into the mattress, she moves her hands down my back, her fingers raking my skin as she grips my ass, pulling me to her, forcing me deeper inside her.
Growling with the effort of controlling my slow, tantalizing motions, of fucking her softly, lovingly, I tense my back muscles and shift until I’m balls deep inside of her. Then I roll my hips, grinding against her clit until she gasps.
“I want you to come inside me,” she breathes, and her head rises up off her pillow, her red hair cascading behind her, so she can suck the tender skin beneath my jaw between her lips.
I can feel the skin bruising, and my balls tighten with the combined pleasure and the thought of filling her up with cum. But I’m not done wringing every drop of pleasure from her yet. Wrapping my arm around her hips, I slide my fingers down the crack of her ass and gently tease her tightly puckered hole. I don’t press a finger inside her ass. Instead, I continue to stroke her asshole as I rock inside her pussy.
Winter quivers beneath me. Her body tenses as she prepares for a third orgasm in a matter of minutes. “Fuck, that feels so good,” she whines with a sob of pleasure.
“You like it when I fuck you softly?” I breathe, rock hard from the way she’s practically humming with pleasure. “And play with your perfect ass?”
“Yes,” she groans. “Please, baby, don’t stop.”
My chest tightens at the sound of the endearment. I don’t think she’s ever called me baby, and it sounds so lovingly normal. Capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, I play her with my fingers and cock, relishing the feel of her lustful hunger. As my thrusts speed up ever so slightly, Winter starts to rock with me, her hands holding me close, never letting me pull out of her. My cock throbs as Winter releases a cry of pleasure against my lips. And her pussy pulses around me once more. Holy fuck, this girl is insatiable, and I love making her come over and over again.
But the feel of her gripping my cock tightly and pulling me deeper inside her nearly sends me over the edge. I’m so turned on that my balls feel swollen and bruised with the need to come, and it takes all the discipline I have not to come in her on the spot. I know I can’t hold out much longer, but I want to make her orgasm one more time as I fill her up.
Scooping her up in my arms, I rise onto my knees, pulling her with me until she’s on my lap. From this new angle, Winter can use her own leverage to ride my cock, which is exactly what she does. Gripping my shoulders for balance, her fingernails digging into my back, Winter slides up and down on my cock. I keep my arms wrapped tightly around her, ensuring her clit always has contact with my skin.
It’s so hot watching Winter take her own pleasure, using my cock as she rubs against me.
“Fuck, I’m going to come!” she gasps, her breasts bouncing as she increases her pace.
I duck to take one perfect nipple between my lips and suck as she fucks me. I’m so close to coming, but I try to hold off, waiting to feel her release before I do. And then a burst of juices coats my cock, and Winter cries out, her back arching to press her breast more firmly against my face.
As if in immediate response, my balls tighten, and I shoot cum deep inside her pussy as she grinds down on my cock, milking me as her walls clench my swollen erection. I love coming inside her without a condom, feeling her growing infinitely wetter as I pump my seed, filling her until our combined juices drip out of her pussy and over my balls.
Only after I’ve come inside of her does Winter seem to be satisfied, and she sinks back onto the bed as I lower her, placing her gently like she’s a delicate flower. Sighing with contentment, Winter turns onto her side, pressing her ass into me so I can spoon her. In no time, she’s sound asleep, lightly snoring in my arms.
My heart swells with the intensity of my feelings for her, and I hold her close as I drift into darkness.
In my dream,Winter and I have a family together. Standing in the front yard of my childhood home, I wrap my arm around Winter’s shoulders as we watch our little girl playing in the snow. Her bursts of joyous giggles make me chuckle, and Winter’s smile tells me she’s happy in her life with me. It feels so right and wonderful. To have a family of my own is all I’ve ever wanted, and the joy of sharing that with Winter overwhelms me.
How could I be so lucky?My woman is out-of-this-world gorgeous, and so is our beautiful child. My little girl gathers a handful of snow and chucks it at the snowman she’s built, releasing a squeal of delight when the snowman doesn’t flinch.
Laughing along with her and Winter, I turn to look over my shoulder toward my childhood home, and my heart plummets. There on the porch lies a naked body, bloodied and battered. My mother. Horror washes through me as I watch my father wail, the only tears he’s ever shed in my presence pouring down his face as he grieves inconsolably, clinging to his dead wife.
Terrified that my little girl might see the terrible sight, I turn back to her, ready to shield her from the horrifying image. I freeze in agony, unable to fully comprehend the sight before me. My baby girl stares up at me with lifeless eyes, the white snow around her red with blood.
“No!” I gasp, stepping toward her.
That’s when I realize I’m holding something heavy in my arms. A horrible cry escapes my lips as I look down at Winter’s naked body. Cuts mar her perfect flesh where someone tortured her, and dried blood coats her thighs, telling me she was brutally raped, just like my mother.
Her red hair cascades over my arm as her lifeless green eyes gaze unseeing toward the cloudy sky. Sobbing, I collapse to my knees, clinging to my woman, the beautiful mother of my children. Taken from me, just like my parents were. It’s this town. Blackmoor poisons and kills everything good and dear.
With a jolt, I startle from my nightmare, my lungs burning with the force of my heaving breaths. Sweat coats my body, sending a chill down my spine. Looking down at Winter, still cradled in my arms, I reassure myself that she’s only sleeping. She’s not dead. I know without a shadow of a doubt that I love her. Winter is mine, body and soul, and I need to protect her and keep her and our baby safe. Iwillprotect them. No matter the risks or consequences.
Sucking in steadying breaths, I try to put myself at ease, but I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep again tonight. Instead, I pull Winter closer and breathe in her sweet, cinnamon scent, trying to find comfort in the knowledge that she’s still here, she’s still alive, and I won’t let any harm come to her. Not so long as I’m alive.
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Winter