Page 91 of A Snowy Escape

My teeth dig into the side of my cheek as I lie my ass off, answering with a nod to avoid an outright mistruth.

Feeling her wet pussy gliding over my cock is a lot. It’s a good thing she’s going to be the one in control of this exchange because my head is a foggy mess.

Raspberry and lemon.

It’s all I can scent, and everything outside of Abby is hazy.

That can’t be a good sign.

“Kiss me,” she says, pinching her nipples.

A low growl rattles out, and I sit up in a crunch. With the height difference, it’s not the easiest to ensure our mouths meet, but I’ll keep sucking in for the next hour if I have to.

She shoves her tongue into my mouth and reaches between us, notching my crown at her opening. My entire body tenses as I hold myself back from shoving her down my length.

I distract myself by sliding my hand into her hair and taking over the kiss.

Abby moans, falling over my cock.

“God, sweetheart,” I choke out, massaging her skull. “That’s a tight fit.”

“Okay, that’s a lot,” she says against my lips. “The stretch is intense, but you feel so good. Damn, Law. I can’t decide if you’re about to rip me in half or if I need more.” She swivels her hips in a circle and whimpers. “It’s the second. I need more of you. Help me fuck you.”

My hand digs into her ass as I lift her, dropping her while giving her a little push down my length. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

Her pussy clings to my cock in a way that ensures she’s going to embarrass me, but I’m more concerned with whether she’s okay.

“I’m great,” she says, sounding foggy. Her face falls to rest against my shoulder, and I sit all the way up.

If she needs something to lean against, I think this will make it easier.

It changes the angle completely, which also changes the feel. It’s crazy that such a small adjustment can make such a big difference, but I’m already hanging on by a thread.

She’s doing a much better job of taking my cock, so I pull my hand off her ass, bringing it between us to tease her clit. It seems to be the right call based on how loud she gets.

Slick drips down the extra inches of my shaft that Abby isn’t taking, and my head gets even foggier.

Mount.

Rut.

Breed.

Claim.

Fucking hell.

My instincts are convinced the plan is to bite her sexy little ass, breed her full of my baby, and never let her get away.

For once, I’m on the same page with my impulses.

“See, I’m totally taking your cock,” Abby says, nodding against my shoulder. “So since that’s a nonissue, can you take over?”

“Only if you promise you’ll warn me if I get too rough.”

“Deal.” Her agreement comes out mostly a moan, but it’s all I need.

I roll us, pinning her to the mattress.