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And holy hell, I’d never been so damn thankful for a power outage.

She was so much more beautiful than I’d originally thought. She was sexy, with curves that I needed to get lost in. Her tits were heavy and full and jiggled with every movement. The way her waist rounded to her thick hips and soft belly made my dick pound traitorously in my boxer briefs.

She was even curvier than I’d realized, and I loved every gorgeous inch.

I stalked her like an animal across the room, my hands trailing her cheekbones, as my lips finally hovered just out of reach of hers.

“Unless you stop me, I’m going to kiss you, Reese Winters.”

Her eyes shone at the edges of my flashlight beam. I dropped it to the couch, thankful when it shot up in the air and lit us in silhouette, my eyes still greedy to take in all her lush, thick curves.

“Okay.” She barely had the word out of her mouth when I crashed our lips together, my fingers brushing down her silky skin as I tasted her for the first time.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

She moaned softly when my lips trailed up and down the line of her neck, arousal coursing through her in soft shudders as one palm slipped down her torso, dusting around her soft dips and hollows until I landed at the concave of her navel.

I traced it softly with my thumb, enjoying the way she felt, shuddering against me with just a featherlight touch.

“So responsive already, Miss. Winters. Has anyone else touched you here?” I hummed, dipping a finger down her pelvis and nestling into the soft triangle of curls that I craved. Her hips rocked into my palm gently when one fingertip grazed her damp pussy lips.

“I haven’t been with anyone since I was in high school,” she husked at my ear and my cock leaked with stubborn beads of needy come.

“Good, baby, because from the minute you got here I’ve had trouble keeping my hands off of you. You look so damn good in my life, it shocked the hell out of me. I’ve been up here alone for so long. I didn’t know what to think when I saw you looking so at home with my stuff.”

I dropped to my knees, dipping my tongue into her navel and trailing figure eights around her delicate flesh. She tremored, hands clutching in my hair before her hips rocked a little quicker against me.

“Mm, what a greedy pussy we have here.” I slipped a finger between her slippery folds and teased at her entrance. “I can smell how much this cunt craves me.” I dropped my tongue below her navel and dotted kisses over the round curves of her stomach. “So fucking sweet and needy, Miss Winters. You know you make me hard enough to pound nails? I’ve been walking around with a big problem that has your name on it.”

Her eyes rounded in shock when I pulled my cock from the waistband of my boxers and stroked it fiercely. I was aready dripping with pre-come.

“Seeing you like this has me close to creaming my boxer shorts, sweetheart.” I kissed above the nub of her clit before sweeping my tongue long and flat against her. She cried out, fingers tugging at my hair as she rode my face. I clutched at the flesh of her hips, pulling her hard against my mouth as I swept and nipped and swirled and then fucked her with my tongue in quick strokes.

With another sharp cry she came in waves against my tongue, her sweet cream coating my tastebuds for the first time and making me really fucking thankful for sunshine and rainbows.

“Taste so sweet on my tongue, honey, I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me.” I was already laying her back on the couch, lips connecting with hers again before I pushed my boxer briefs down my thighs and teased the tip of my cock at her hot entrance.

She clutched at the cracked leather cushions and moaned my name when I eased into her, slowly at first, then sinking myself deep inside as we settled together. My hands ran up and down her skin, easing her to my girth before I stroked in and out with growing need.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. When I close my eyes at night, all I can think about is you. It took everything in me to not bring you up to my bedroom earlier tonight. The hell if I want you living here in the trapper’s cabin. I want you in my bed.”

“Elliot, oh, my God–”

I swallowed her moans with a kiss as her pussy began to pulse around my cock.

I felt my release building, my ability to control anything around her impossible. “That’s it, baby, let me hear this sweet pussy sing.”


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