Troping Through the Snow by Alexa Riley

I grab her by the hips so she can’t get away, she falls back on the soft rug. I push up my shirt she’s wearing and see she doesn't have panties underneath.

“Easy access. I like it,” I say as I stare down at her pussy. “Come on, sweetheart. I’m your husband now. This goes with the territory.”

“How do you know?” She says it with a stern tone, but she doesn’t make a move to push me away. In fact, she spreads her legs as I move between them.

“I don’t, but it feels like something a husband should say.”

“I can’t believe I’m going to let you do this,” she mumbles to herself.

“You can pretend to fight me off if that turns you on.” When she looks down at me between her legs, I wink before I open my mouth and lick between her wet folds.

“Oh god,” she moans as my head bobs up and down.

I feel her fingers in my hair as I circle her clit and then suck on it. Just when she raises her hips, I take my mouth away and slide the vibrator where my tongue used to be. When she cries out in pleasure, I push two fingers into her pussy and groan at how wet she is.

Alternating the vibrator with my mouth has her squirming on the floor and nearly screaming with the need to cum. Watching her lose composure is so fucking hot, and as much as I want it to go on forever, I need to be inside her.

Putting the suction part on her slit, I curl my fingers inside her tight little cunt, and she goes off in seconds. I kiss her thighs and suck on that sweet spot at the bottom of her belly. She’s still shaking when I climb up her body and shove my cock into her in one full thrust.

“Fuck,” I grunt as I start to rut and then bottom out inside her. “It’s too good,” I pant, trying to calm down, but I can’t seem to get control. “You’re so soft and wet.” My thrust are shaky now as need overwhelms me, and I stare down at my wife.

Her hands come up to cup my face, and she pulls me in for a kiss. Her mouth on mine is my undoing, and as my cock begins to fill her, she cums again.

Instincts take over, and I grind against her as I slide a hand around her waist and tilt her hips up. I want my cum deep inside of her, and I want to get her pregnant. A primal instinct like I’ve never felt calls to me, and I want to breed my wife.

If she’s pregnant, everyone will know she belongs to me and that it’s my dick she’s riding. It’s my cum in her pussy, and she’s taken care of.

Maybe I’ve lost my mind, but as the last of my release fills her, I don’t care. The only thing I care about is making Joy mine in every way possible. Forever.

Our kisses slow, and as my heartbeat returns to normal, I smile against her lips.

“I think I like your little toy,” I say, and Joy begins to laugh.





CHAPTER 11





JOY





“We’re going to be late.” I bat at North’s hands as he tries to button my coat up for me.

We spent the past few days in bed. There might have been a ton of lovemaking, but I got to know North on a deeper level too. It was nice just being together and talking to him while he told me all kinds of stories about Troping. He really does love this town.

When he went to college, he knew that he’d be back as soon as he graduated. I love that. I’d say I wish I felt the same about my small town growing up, but then I never would have found Troping. Our towns are night and day, and I think the only thing that could drive me from here would be North and a broken heart.

A few times I woke up, and he was missing from bed. When I went in search of him, he was usually in his office. Every time he saw me come in, he’d close his laptop and come to me. I knew he was doing work while I slept, but for some reason I could tell he didn’t want me to think that work came before me. Which seems ridiculous when we’ve made this arrangement of convenience.

That’s the thing about North, though. When he puts his mind to something, he does it, and he goes all in. He’s mayor of Troping and the holidays are in full swing. This is the busiest time of year for us, and I’m sure his emails are stacking up with everyone needing something.

He also seems to have his mind set on being a good husband even if it’s not completely real. I say completely real because to me it’s becoming all too real. North is way too good at being the perfect spouse. He’s even a modern-day husband. I love to cook, and it’s actually something I miss doing. My tiny apartment had a stove with only two burners and an oven I could never get above 350 degrees. But instead of letting me do all the cooking, North is always waking me up with something he’s made for the both of us.

“We can be late. I’m the mayor.” He buttons the last one on my coat before he tries to help me put on my gloves. No one has ever taken care of me the way this man does.

“You know I dress myself every day.” I teasingly roll my eyes at him.

“That was before. This is now. Speaking of, we need to go shopping or you should order some things. Your stuff barely fills your side of the closet.”

“I'm fine.” Although he’s right because my side does appear bare compared to his. The closet and dresser I had before I could easily fill, but his closet is massive!

“Fine, I'll do it myself.”

“You will not.” I slip my hands into the gloves and glare.