Troping Through the Snow by Alexa Riley

“More,” I moan, thinking of all the nights I laid awake and dreamed of this. “More.”

Her pussy rubs up and down my face as I suck her clit. She’s so easy to get off now, and I wonder if it’s because she’s pregnant. Just knowing I put a baby in her makes me harder than I’ve ever been. I bred her, and now she’s mine forever.

“Colden,” she breathes, her thighs shaking. “Inside me.” Her words are broken as she reaches for me. “Now.”

I was so consumed with just eating her pussy that the thought of putting my dick in her wasn’t even on my radar. Now that she’s told me what she wants, that's all I can think of. Sitting up, I push down the front of my soaked boxer briefs, and my straining cock springs free. The skin around my dick is tight as I grab the base and slide the tip between her folds.

The V that leads to my cock is flexing as I slide my hard length into her. I can’t look away as inch after inch sinks into her soft pussy, and I moan at the feeling of her pretty little cunt squeezing me.

“Look at that,” I say as I brush my thumb over her clit. Her eyes move to where we’re connected, and it’s perfect. Just like it was every time before. “Mine.” I push in a little more and grind against her.

“Yours,” she moans and reaches for me.

I can’t put all of my weight on her because of the baby, but as I thrust she raises her hips to meet them.

“It’s going to be quick,” I say through gritted teeth, and I feel her clench around me.

She slides over the veiny ridges of my shaft, and in a few quick strokes, she’s cumming around me. With the pulse of her pussy, I can’t hold back any longer, and I give myself over to the pleasure. Thrusting as deep as I can go, I empty myself into her with a roar of relief and all-consuming love. That’s what I feel for Caroline in the depths of my soul.





CHAPTER 7





CAROLINE





This time when I wake up, instead of a note, Colden is in bed with me. He’s staring right at me, and I reach over and run my fingers through his hair. It’s a tad longer than I remember.

“What are you doing?” My voice is scratchy, and I barely have my eyes open.

He wore me out last night. All the sex, feeding me dinner, him making me rest in the tub or on the sofa while we watched holiday movies. Most of his eating was between my legs. I don’t know if it’s because it’s been so long or my hormones are all over the place, but he could get me off over and over way too easily.

This was not how I thought the rest of my year would go, but I think this is going to end up being the best Christmas of my life. All I’ve ever wanted was a family of my own, and I’m finally getting that.

“Just looking at you.” He leans over and presses his mouth against mine in a soft kiss. “I finally found you, and I was scared I was going to wake up without you.”

“Well, this is my house. I can’t just leave you in it,” I tease. He smiles, but I still feel terrible about how things went down. “I was going to call at some point, but I was so heartbroken. Every time I started to, I chickened out. I was so worried about what your response would be or what I even wanted it to be.”

“I’m not mad, sweetheart. It would have killed me if I thought you were married to another man. Scratch that. I would have killed him, so I understand.” He runs his hand across my stomach. He’s been doing it a lot. “What are we having?”

“I’m sorry.” My eyes start to fill with tears.

“Are you that upset about the sex of the baby?” His eyes widen, and it’s adorable how he gets a panicked expression when my eyes start to water.

“No, it’s just that you should have been there when I found out. It’s a boy.”

“Don’t cry.” He kisses my cheeks, and the morning scruff of his beard tickles my skin. “I’ll be there for all the other times because I’m not missing anything. I’m going to be glued to your ass.” I let out a laugh thinking about that. While it sounds sweet, it also sounds like an accident waiting to happen.

My stomach makes a loud growl, and heat rushes to my face. “That’s what makes you blush?” Colden's deep, rich laugh fills my small home. “We need to go get you real food. Cupcakes and cookies aren’t going to cut it.”

“Hey, Frostie has the best cupcakes in the state.” I defend my cousin.

“Does she have any real food over there?” He pulls me to sit up on the side of the bed.

“Yeah, she has some really good breakfast croissant sandwiches.” My stomach growls again thinking about them alone.

“Don’t worry. I’ll feed you.” Colden leans down and kisses my baby bump, and tears once again fill my eyes.

“Babe, you can’t cry on me all the time. You’ll kill me.”

“It’s happy tears. It doesn't count,” I sniffle.

“Fine, happy tears we can do.” He pulls me to a standing position and then leads me to the bathroom, where we shower together. “I think I should get to shower you each morning to make up for lost time.” He massages my scalp like I’m about to complain.

“We might need a bigger shower,” I point out. I have a cute claw tub and a tiny shower in my bathroom. It’s a tight fit, and my stomach is only going to get bigger, and Colden is already a giant.