Troping Through the Snow by Alexa Riley

Fuck, if I knew it was going to feel this good to dominate her, I would have done it the first day I laid eyes on her. That’s what I felt like doing, but somehow managed to control myself. Now that control is long gone, and there’s nothing standing in the way of having her every way I want.

My fingers go to her pants, and then I feel her helping me as together we push them off along with her panties. She’s bare under me now, and I sit up to look down at her spread out before me. She says something, but I’m so obsessed with seeing her like this that I don’t catch it at first.

“North?” Joy’s hands start to cover her body, and I shake my head as I grab her wrists.

“No.” The one word comes out hard as I pin her hands to the blanket. “Now that I’ve got you, don’t try and take it away.” I lick my lips as I slowly look down at her body and then back at her eyes. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I just needed a second to breathe.”

She flushes pink on her cheeks, and I feel her body begin to relax again. “I wasn’t sure if you liked what you saw.”

“Liked?” I let out a humorless laugh. “There’s not a word for what I feel when I look at you.” Bending down, I brush my lips against hers, and then I feel her kissing me back. “Now I want to taste how wet you are.”

She gasps as I move lower and then spread her knees wide. I stare down at her pussy and settle between her thighs and get comfortable. I’m going to be down here a while, and I want to take my time. Her wet lips are shiny with her desire, and when I lean forward and inhale, my eyes roll back. Fuck, she smells better than I ever imagined, and my mouth is watering.

When I first taste her, she tries to wiggle under me, and I throw my arms over her hips to hold her down. That’s when I bury my face in her pussy and lick every inch of her. It takes her a little bit, but the more I lick and suck, the more she relaxes. Soon enough, she’s rocking her pussy against my face and trying to chase my tongue as it circles her clit.

“That’s my girl,” I say when she bears down, and I push two fingers inside of her. She’s so fucking tight, but as I curl them inside her, she cries out my name.

Just as I suck on her clit, I feel her climax peak, and she finally lets go. Her orgasm goes on for so long that it turns into another, and she’s screaming as she goes off. It’s like a drug seeing her so lost in pleasure, and I can’t stop eating her pussy. Over and over she cums as I keep her pinned in place while I lick her. I want this memory burned into her brain, just like it’s going to be in mine for the rest of my life.

She’s limp on the floor with wet hair clinging to her temples and a sheen of sweat over her body. I lick my fingers clean as I sit up and strip off my clothes. Joy can hardly keep her eyes open to watch me undress before I’m on top of her body and moving between her legs.

“Shh, it’s all right, I’ll be fast,” I say, pushing apart her legs, which have turned to jelly.

“North,” she moans when the blunt tip of my cock pushes through her puffy folds.

“One quick pop and then you can go to sleep.”

I grip the blanket with my fists as I thrust hard one time and go all the way in. She’s so fucking wet that I slide right through her virgin pussy and she only winces a little. Every muscle in my body is tight, and I’m almost shaking with need. As easy as I can, I pull out and then thrust back inside her warm, wet heat one more time.

That’s all it takes before I’m cumming in her in a flood of heat and pleasure. It’s like lightning is going down my back and out of my cock as I empty my soul into her body. It’s the hardest and fastest I’ve ever cum in my life, but I wouldn’t expect anything less from being inside Joy. I always knew it would be like this—absolute perfection.

I should probably be embarrassed that I came so quickly, but knowing that I got her off so well before goes a long way to soothe my pride. Also, I’m still hard as a fucking brick, so maybe I can convince her to let me cum in her again before she passes out.

Leaning down on my elbows, I try to keep my weight off of her body as I brush my lips against hers. She’s still half asleep as I kiss her and whisper how perfect she is and how lucky I am she let me be inside of her. I tell her all the things I feel without telling her my deepest secret.

That I’m in love with her and I have been since the moment I saw her on the video chat. Maybe I’ll be able to say it once the papers are signed and there’s not a chance of her running from me. But until then, I’ll tell her how I feel in every other way that counts.





CHAPTER 7





JOY





“Sweetheart.”

Although I like the sound of the word, I try to roll over because I don’t want to wake up yet. Did I leave the TV on? No, it must be an audiobook.

“Sweetheart.” This time, fingers brush my cheek, and it startles my eyes open. Now I’m staring up into North’s blue eyes, and I’m not in my bed.

The night before comes flooding back, and I press my thighs together when I notice the small ache between them. I didn’t know something could hurt yet still make me want more. I’m wet and sticky there too, and it’s because North released inside of me multiple times. My mind starts to whirl with what that could mean, but North breaks through my thoughts.