Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
His fingers find my clit, and he circles it roughly.
I let out a slow moan. It’s too many wonderful sensations at once. His big, hard cock and his rough fingers and his dirty mouth against my ear.
“You like this? Being taken against my counter with only that thin little apron on?” He asks as he thrusts in and out of my body.
His movements are short and jerky, causing his balls to bounce against my sore ass. The sensation feels like a second punishment and has a fresh round of moisture gathering between my thighs.
“Yes,” I manage the word on a gasp as he moves his fingers to pinch my swollen nub. He squeezes it for a long second and the moment he releases me, the second most powerful orgasm of my life rocks through my body.
I scream his name, unable to stop myself.
“That’s right,” he grunts. “You let everybody in a ten-mile radius know who spanks you then fucks you.”
“You do,” I practically sob the words, overcome with emotion.
“Damn straight,” his voice rumbles against my back.
I feel his seed start to fill me, splashing down my legs and between my thighs. He’s coating me in his essence, marking me in another way.
For a long moment, the only sound in the cabin is our harsh breathing. I like the way he’s panting against me. I feel each shudder of his body, the way he’s gripping my hips so possessively.
The smell of something burning hits my nostrils and I realize belatedly that I didn’t set a timer for the cookies. Not that it matters. I doubt anything would have stopped Crew from fucking me. The thought makes me smile. “Cookies are done.”
I start to move under him, but he squeezes my hip. “Stay still, sweetheart.” He pulls out, wrenching a slow groan from me. How is it that I’ve barely known him twenty-four hours, but it already feels like his body should be a permanent part of mine?
He washes his hands and retrieves the burned batch of cookies from the oven.
I drink in the sight of him wandering around the kitchen naked. For a moment, I let myself imagine what it would be like to build a life with Crew. Would we always have this much fun together?
When he’s done with the cookies, he turns to me. He pulls me into his arms, carrying me bridal style toward his bedroom.
“What are you doing?” I ask, fighting a yawn. Apparently, orgasms make me sleepy.
“Taking care of my pixie,” he answers as he sets me on the bathroom counter. He turns on the shower water, letting it warm before he pulls me into it.
Despite my protests, he washes every inch of my body. I watch the delight in his eyes as he touches me, and it fills me with warmth. He wasn’t joking when he called my body a masterpiece earlier. He really does like it.
When we’re both clean, he drops to his knees in the tub. For one second, I hope we’re going to have more sexy times together.
True, I’m more than a little sore at this point and my ass does throb. But it’s a comforting throb, the kind that reminds me of just how much fun I’ve been having.
He reaches for a bottle of lotion and slowly begins massaging it into my cheeks. He frowns as he works and for a moment, I’m worried he regrets what he did.
I call his name softly and wait for him to look up at me. When he does, I tell him, “I like getting spanked by you.”
Relief flickers across his expression, and he finishes rubbing in the lotion. When he’s done, he wraps me in a towel and carries me to the living room. We settle together on the rug in front of the fireplace, stretching out in front of the glorious warmth.
As I drift to sleep, I say a silent prayer that this snowstorm will last forever. Because once the snow melts, I have to leave Crew’s cabin and start looking for my future husband.
10
CREW
Maggie’s slight snore wakes me from a dream I was having about a trio of beautiful redheaded daughters that look just like their pretty mama.
I brush her hair back from her face, feeling my cock stir all over again. Fortunately, there are enough blankets between us that the fucker can’t get anywhere near her.
I woke her to take her repeatedly last night and I know I was too rough the final time I had her. She has to be sore, and I promise myself I’ll give her a day to recover before I reach for her again.
Not that we may have that much time.
It’s been six days and this snowstorm is finally showing signs of letting up. The road is probably clear enough by now that we could get down the mountain. It would take longer than normal to make the trek, but it would be possible.