Page 11 of Winter Frost

“More than okay. I feel incredible and you’re going to be begging for more.”

“Prove it.” He undresses, climbing onto the bed completely naked. His cock is the biggest I’ve ever seen and I’m actually afraid of it. Damn, that thing is full, long, and thick. My body is going to be stretched to the max. My pussy throbs with anticipation and my greedy tongue slips out of my mouth, staring at that big piece of meat.

He strokes his big cock and a bead of cum coats his fingers, giving him the lube he needs. “If you lick this, I might nut in your pretty mouth or all over your gorgeous face, and that’s not my plan.”

“We’ll save that for later then,” I add. I want him to fuck my face. There is just something about the way he looks at me that wants him to fist my hair and pump his big cock down my throat.

“Lord, Lynn, you’re trying to destroy my willpower.”

He slides between my legs and then presses two fingers into my pussy, stretching me out. Fuck, I’m too damn tight for his thick fingers. “Evan.”

“Damn, baby. You’re too tight.” He leans forward and kisses my mouth. Our kisses are passionate and messy as he works his fingers in and out, pumping and rubbing my core, getting me wetter and wetter. I’m so on edge that I can’t think straight. “I’m going to stretch you out and then I’m going to fill your tight little pussy with every drop.”

“I need you inside of me.”

“You’re going to let me come inside your sweet pussy.”

“I’m not on birth control.”

“That’s okay.” He kisses me and pulls his fingers out. I think he changed his mind or is getting protection, but he doesn’t. His thick length is lined up at my entrance and then he pushes forward, sending his huge dick all the way into me. It’s so big, it steals my breath and I cling to his bicep and dig my heels into the bed.

“Fuck me,” I demanded.

His fingers weave through my hair and he grinds his cock into me, lunging his dock in and out. Our moans and whispers mix with the sounds of our flesh slapping. “I’m going to come,” I confessed. My pussy spasms, clenching around Evan’s cock.

With a growl, he pumps harder and then he flips onto his back and says, “Ride me, honey.” I bounce my ass up and down on his thighs, taking his dick deep inside me. His mouth crashes on mine as he wraps his arms around my frame, holding me so tightly. Evan grunts as he punishes my pussy. My clit rubs against his base with every stroke, sending me on the verge of exploding again.

“Evan,” I whimper, pressing my forehead to his shoulder as I let him control my body. He’s right. The man knows exactly what he’s doing and I’ve never had anything better. I’m afraid he’s ruined me for everyone else. His hand that’s over my ass, slides down and dips between my cheeks, pressing on my asshole and then I cry out as he pushes in. It’s not from pain, no, I’m orgasming.

“Fuck, that’s it, Lynn baby. Come for me.”

“Evan, Evan. I’m coming again.”

“Good. Now you be a good fucking girl and take my cum because I’m filling you up.” He holds me still and pistons his hips upward. I feel the shots of his load hitting my walls as he growls out my name.

Evan presses his sweat covered head. His heart was beating fast, but as I listened, it sounded good. “Fuck. That was incredible.”

“So incredible.” He presses a kiss on my forehead and then we lay down in the bed. I snuggle into him, but then I remind myself that I had to get up and pee. So I excuse myself and come back less than ten minutes later.

“You are sexy,” I say, staring at Evan as he sits on the bed, leaning against the headboard with the covers just up to his waist. The scar on his chest is mostly covered with a thin patch of black hair.

“Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you. Come over here.” He pats the bed. I slide up next to him and he pulls me into his arms. “Thank you for staying.” Evan kisses me softly and before I can stop it, we’re beginning a second round.

Chapter Five

Evan

I wake up beside me in the bed which is completely empty, and the sheets are cold. She’s gone. Something in my gut tells me she’s not in the other room or even in the house. I had a feeling this was going to happen. My heart just aches and I don’t know what I expected. She’s twenty years younger than me. I could practically be her father.

Last night was freaking perfect; every inch of her body they reacted to me and responded with such pleasure. I never felt so wonderful in my entire life, and yet she left without a goodbye. We have one last session on Monday and then Thanksgiving is our last day together. Still, I want to drag her ass back here and demand she stay. Well, what can I do? She has a life of her own, a career, and a future that doesn’t include me. All of our conversations made it clear. There was going to be no happily ever after.

Fuck, one day she may want her husband that can give her everything. My life’s practically over and hers is only the beginning. I punched my pillow in frustration. “It’s bullshit,” I grumble. I need her back in my arms, but it’s pointless.

I stayed in bed and rested longer than normal, wanting to sulk in my misery when Autumn knocked on the door. “Daddy, is everything okay?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Just resting for now.”

“Okay. We’re just worried about you. You need to eat and take your meds.”