I break away from her lips and map her jaw and neck with kisses. “You’re the winner, Little Warrior.” I grind and she gasps. “What do your prize to be?” I whisper into her ear, biting down on her lobe.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and she flips me onto my back, taking the lead and grinding against my length. She crashes her lips against mine, rocking against me. I bite her bottom lip and she whimpers.
That sound shoots a desperate need through me that has us tearing each other’s clothes off. When we’re both free from barriers, Malia grabs my cock and seats herself. Both of us groaning into the frozen air, the sounds echoing in the woods.
I sit up, biting and sucking at her neck while she sets a pace. I let her take control, using me however she wants to. Her tight pushes clenches around me and I grunt, my head falling into her chest as her falls back.
Malia rolls her hips, gripping my hair, tugging at the root and I free one of her tits from her shirt. My mouth closes over her hardened nipple and I bite down making her cry out, then ease the pain by licking it away.
Her thrusts are desperate and needy, and she looks perfect. Her cheeks flushes from arousal and the cold, unashamed of the noises she makes while she moans into the sky.
“Take me,” she says through pants. She’s getting close, I can feel it in the stiffness of her body and desperation of her thrusts.
My head snaps up, loving the way her mouth is parted, overtaken with pleasure. I shift without removing myself from the warmth of her dripping pussy and placing her gently on her back.
I pull back to the tip and slam forward, she makes a choked sound from the force of it. I smile at the look on her face, then continue brutally fucking her into the frozen ground. My bare legs are almost numb, but my balls aren’t and they’re drawing up as my orgasm comes to a head.
Malia cries out, her body writhes under me. I capture her mouth, swallowing every moan while my hips punch forward in a punishing pace until I’m following along and filling her up with a growl.
I don’t release her mouth, keep her under me while I assault her mouth with my own until we’ve both fallen down from the high we’re on. When the cold becomes unbearable I pull out and stand up, reaching out to grab her hand to lift her up. She redresses and I tuck myself away.
Malia smiles at me despite her body wracking with shivers. “I’m going to get the gun and I’ll meet you back at the cabin.”
I kiss her forehead and we both take off in different directions. I make quick work getting the fire back up and parking my ass in front of it to warm my frozen bones. I sit there for about fifteen minutes before I realize that Malia should’ve been back by now.
Grabbing my coat once again, thinking she decided to shoot some more or has possibly frozen to death, I rush out of the house toward the shooting range. No gunshots pierce the night sky and dread fills me, hoping she’s just fucking with me and about to swing down from another tree limb.
I reach the table where she lays her ammunition and weapons on and they’re all still laying on the hard surface. I step forward and I hear a crunch that sounds more like glass than it does frozen dirt and leaves.
I look down and my heart stops.
Malia’s cell phone is smashed under my foot.
“Malia!” I call out frantically. Eyes searching left and right looking for any sign of where she could be or anyone that could have taken her.
By this time, darkness has taken over and I can’t see far enough. There’s only one way in and I make the decision to run back toward the cabin calling for her. Taillights peek through the trees, shifting from park to drive and they peel out down the driveway.
They weren’t parked close enough to notice.
The direction of my feet change, and I run toward the car hoping to catch up to them. As soon as I breach the tree line, I hear an explosion and the wind gets knocked out of me as I hit something hard.
“Malia!” I try to yell out, but I can’t breathe. “Malia!” I desperately try to get to my feet to get to her.
I finally am able to shift to my knees while I gasp for air, taking in the scene around me.
The car exploded.
Malia’s phone was destroyed.
They took her.
And I’m twenty miles away from another person in the dead of winter.