Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“You are so fucking perfect,” I grunted. “So tight. Fuck, yeah.” Her hands grabbed at the strands of my hair, and she cried out as I shifted the angle of my hips to make sure I was hitting just the right spot. “You want more, sugar?”
“Faster,” she breathed. “Harder. Yes! Yes!”
She shouted as I pushed myself until I was slamming in and out, our skin slapping together, and the bed rocking into the wall.
Something snapped inside me, and I lost all control. Instead of making love, it became raw, animalistic fucking. And this animal wanted nothing more than to breed his mate. My balls were heavy, and my dick was so thick it was painful. I felt my climax hurtling to the surface, so I slipped a hand between us and pinched Winter’s clit, causing her to throw her head back and scream as another orgasm took over.
Her pussy clenched so hard that it pulled me right over the edge with her. “Winter! Fuck, yes!” I roared as my dick exploded inside her.
I played with her clit some more and continued to thrust as I came, working her up toward one last peak. “Another one, sugar,” I demanded. “I want you to come while I fill you. Your womb will take in more of it.” To my shock, when Winter tumbled into a third climax, I followed her once again. We came together, her body opening to the endless jets of hot seed spurting from my shaft.
When I was finally empty and Winter was lying limp and exhausted beneath me, I rolled to my back, taking her with me. I stayed inside her as she sprawled across my chest, her eyelids heavy as her breathing evened out.
“You talk a lot,” she mumbled.
I chuckled and rubbed a hand up and down the smooth, silky skin of her back. “Told you. You’re the only one I want to talk to.”
She yawned adorably, then rubbed her nose in my chest hair before settling on her cheek again. “We shouldn’t have done that with no protection,” she mumbled suddenly, her voice sounding anxious. “And now we can’t get an annulment. Why—”
“Sleep, sugar,” I insisted, cutting her off. “We’ll talk tomorrow.” I put my hands on her ass and gave it a squeeze, which pushed my rapidly hardening cock farther into her depths. Shit. Her virgin pussy needed to rest. I probably shouldn’t have kept my dick inside her, but I didn’t want any come slipping out.
My rod, and the caveman inside me, didn’t give a shit about her tenderness. They wanted to fuck her again and again until we couldn’t move, and she was knocked up. I had a stern talk with myself and eventually fell asleep. Unfortunately, my cock took over my brain in my sleepy state, and I ended up taking Winter twice more through the night.
Chapter Six
Winter
The cold mountain air must have gotten to me because I slept like a baby. Then again, it could’ve just been that having sex—repeatedly—took a lot out of a person. Or maybe it was because my body was gearing up for a possible pregnancy after Christopher had filled me with his come over and over again last night. A super important topic he’d somehow managed to avoid talking about this morning, along with why he’d wanted to consummate a marriage he’d previously been so insistent would be temporary.
Instead, I found myself bundled up and in Christopher’s truck shortly after I managed to drag my sore body out of his comfy bed. And after he’d taken me one more time in the shower.
First, he drove me around town to show me the sights. As we passed street signs like Starlight Avenue and Frost Road and stores called Snow Valley Tattoo and Santa’s Workshop Toy Store, I couldn’t help but feel as though my name made me a perfect fit for Snow Valley. After spotting Mistletoe & Sons and then Mistletoe Hardware, I turned to Christopher and said, “With all the stuff named after your family, it really makes sense for you and your brothers to pool your money to buy the town.”
“There’s been a Mistletoe in Snow Valley for more than a hundred years,” he explained, pulling the truck up into a spot in front of the Garland Diner. Any hope I had of talking to him about what happened last night disappeared when he led me inside. The diner definitely wasn’t the ideal place to have a conversation about our marriage since every single person stared at us from the moment we walked in. Not that Christopher did much more than grunt out his order and play with my fingers until our food came. I’d spent my time taking in the holiday decorations and flashing shy smiles at strangers. Luckily, most of the other customers were women because each time I aimed my smile at a guy, Christopher slid closer to me. As it was, I was practically sitting on his lap by the time our meal was finished.