Snow Place Like Home

by Olivia T. Turner

  “You’ll be used to it soon enough,” I warn her as I light another candle. “I might just have to tie you to the bedpost so I can come in here, spread your legs and taste that sweet pussy whenever I want.”

  She swallows hard as I light the last candle and walk over to her. Her eyes are all over my torso, checking out my hard chest and detailed tattoos.

  My mouth waters as I look down at her smooth skin. Her hair is loose and splayed out on the bed. There’s an angelic purity to this girl. An unsullied innocence that I can’t wait to defile.

  I’m going to spend the rest of my life worshipping her in the way she deserves to be worshipped.

  She chose me, a man more than double her age, and I won’t ever forget that. I’m going to make her happy with that decision for the rest of my life. I’ll do whatever I can to make this girl happy, satisfied, safe, and secure. I’ll be the man she needs and the man she deserves.

  She spreads her legs as I climb onto the bed between them. Her pussy is already so wet that it’s soaked through her underwear. I stole her last pair and I’m going to steal this one too.

  “No one is going to interrupt us now,” I say as I grab ahold of her panties and pull them all the way down. I toss them onto my dresser, making a mental note to make them disappear later.

  “You promise?” she asks as she looks up at me with arousal in her beautiful blue eyes. The flickering light from the candle is reflecting in them, making them shine even brighter. I lower my eyes to her lush thick lips and give her a soft kiss.

  “I promise,” I whisper after I pull away. “I’m not stopping until I’ve claimed your pussy. It’s all mine now.”

  “It’s always been yours,” she says as she bats those long lush eyelashes at me. I push my erection against her mound and she sucks in a breath as her back bends, pressing her tits up against me.

  The intense need to get her completely naked rips through my veins. I unclasp her bra and then pull down my boxer briefs. My hard cock jerks up and slaps my abs, leaving a sticky spot of pre-come next to my navel.

  I haven’t been this hard in years, but this sweet girl gets me there with only a shy smile or an innocent look.

  “I don’t have a condom,” I whisper over her mouth as I rock my hips back and forth, gliding my hard shaft over her silky folds. “But I wouldn’t wear it even if I had one. I want to feel every inch of your wet pussy wrapping around me. I’m taking your ripe cunt raw.”

  She starts breathing heavier as her eyes widen. Her fingernails dig into my arms as she holds me in place. “I’m not on the pill.”

  “Good,” I growl. I kiss her hard and thrust my tongue into her mouth. I don’t want anything to stop my seed from penetrating her womb. I want her bred with my child. I want her locked and bound to me in every way possible.

  There’s no going back to the single life. This beauty is staying by my side forever.

  I reach down and grab my throbbing dick. “Yes,” she gasps as I press my swollen head to her tight little hole. It’s soaking wet and spurting out her warm juices with every bit of pressure I add.

  “You ready?”

  She nods as her luscious lips part. I kiss her again as I push through her silky tunnel until my cock meets resistance. A shiver racks my body when I realize it’s her cherry. The cherry she saved for me.

  “Take it,” she whispers, urging me to continue as she pulls on my arms.

  I grin as I thrust in hard, tearing through her virginity as I lay ownership on her tight little pussy. It’s mine now. She’s mine now.

  “Oh, Ethan,” she whimpers as I’m buried to the hilt inside her, feeling the warmth surrounding me. “You’re so fucking large.”

  The soft walls of her cunt are squeezing me in a death grip. I’m clenching my jaw as I hold my dick inside her, feeling her virgin tightness attempt to crush me.

  She’s staring up at me with her lips parted and her eyes clouded with lust. She’s breathing short quick breaths as she tries to get used to my size. Her nails are digging into my triceps.

  “Your body feels so good,” I whisper to her as I brush my lips across her cheek. I nibble on her earlobe as I slowly pull out an inch. Her nails ease on my arms, but they sink back in when I thrust in deep again.

  She’s so damn tight. Her pussy is clamping down on my cock like she’s trying to kill it. It’s a sweet pain as I rock my hips back and forth, trying to ease some of the tension.

  After a while, she starts to loosen up and I’m able to slide in and out with full long strokes.

  “Oh, Ethan,” she moans as I hold myself up and start thrusting in harder. She’s biting her bottom lip as her body lurches back and forth with every drive of my hips. Her big tits are swaying to the rhythm, making my balls ache with the need to breed her.

  I’ll never get tired of making love to this little firecracker. She’s full of surprises and I can’t wait to get to know every part of her.

  But right now, the only thing on my mind is claiming her womb and breeding it.

  I slide my hand over her stomach, imagining it swollen with my child growing inside. I want it so badly. The intense need is making me crazy.

  A sexy sheen of sweat starts coating her chest as I slam into her over and over again. I slide my hand between her tits, dampening my fingers before I put them in my mouth, tasting her salty sweetness as she moans and writhes on the bed, begging me for more.

  “Yes,” she moans as she sinks her hands in her hair. The movement pulls her breasts up and those tight little pink nipples are so irresistible that I have to have another taste.

  I hold my cock deep inside her, enjoying the tight warmth as I suck on her tits.

  “We’re doing this every night from now on,” I tell her.

  She smiles through her raspy breaths as she looks at me, pupils dilated, lips half curled in a smirk. “You promise?”

  “You have my word.”

  I kiss her deeply and she shoves her tongue into my mouth as she lifts her head off the bed to get it in deeper. She tastes like sweet innocence and I can’t get enough of it.

  “Turn around,” I growl when our lips part. “On your knees.”

  She whimpers when I pull out of her. “Oh, no,” she whines.

  My eyes are on my hard cock as she quickly gets up and sticks her ass in the air on her hands and knees. Her cream is mixed with the red of her virginity all over my shaft. It’s a beautiful sight. Knowing I’m the first man to see her warm inner juices makes my heart swell up in my chest. It nearly brings tears to my eyes.

  But I can’t focus on it for long. Her ass is spread in front of me with her pink little asshole on full display. I grab her cheeks with both hands and lick her pussy from her wet clit all the way up to her puckered asshole with an insatiable moan.

  Her body shivers as I kneel behind her and shove my cock back inside her where it belongs. Her pussy is so sopping wet that it takes me in with one hard thrust. I grab ahold of her hips and lift her up an inch before I begin to thrust in and out.

  She drops her head on the bed, her hand pressed flat against the headboard as I jolt her back and forth with every powerful drive of my hips.

  I’m not going slow anymore. I can’t. The time for gently lovemaking is over. I’m pounding her hard now, testing this pussy out and seeing what it can do.

  My girl is loving it. Moaning and crying out and begging for more. I grab ahold of her ass with one hand—rubbing her asshole with my thumb—and I grab a fistful of her brown hair with the other.

  All I can think about now is breeding her. My balls are aching.

  “Come for me, Mandy,” I growl as I thrust in harder, deeper. I’m driving into her relentlessly as the headboard slams into the wall over and over again.

  She screams out and I curse under my breath as her pussy tightens even more. Her body is convulsing in front of me as her orgasm consumes her.

  I grit my teeth as I fuck her through it, feeling her hot virgin pussy pulsing and milking my cock, trying
to get my seed to burst out.

  It works. I squeeze her ass as my balls tighten and I come with a guttural roar.

  I’m buried to the hilt inside her, my cock as close to her womb as it can get as my hot come surges out and coats her insides.

  She cries out as her head drops to the mattress, her sweet ass in the air.

  Just when I think I’ve given her every last drop, my cock jerks and I give her a little bit more.

  Her legs are shaking when I finally pull out of her and drop to the bed. She’s whimpering and trembling as I grab her and pull her into my arms.

  This is where she belongs—cuddled softly with my arms safe around her. She always knew it, but I’m wondering how it took me so long to see it too.

  I kiss the top of her head and she moans. Her eyes are already closed, her body spent.

  I fight back the sleepiness trying to take over my body so I can stay like this for a little bit longer. It feels too good to let go.

  Chapter Nine

  Mandy

  The bed is empty when I wake up on Christmas morning. I reach over with a moan and feel the warm empty spot where Ethan’s body should be.

  I immediately start to feel some panic and doubt about what happened last night. Was it not as meaningful for him as it was for me? Am I a fool for thinking it was?

  Geez, girl. Chill. It’s Christmas.

  I get out of his large bed and quickly put my yoga pants and sweatshirt back on, leaving my bra and t-shirt on the chair. I want to tempt him a little bit in case he’s having second thoughts and being braless will help do it.

  I pop into the bathroom to freshen up my mouth with his toothpaste and mouthwash. My hair is a wild mess and I try to fix it with my hands, but it’s not really cooperating. After a few minutes of fighting with it, I give up and head downstairs.

  I’m not sure what to expect. Breakfast? A swift kick out the door? I try to get myself ready for anything, but when I turn the corner and see what Ethan is up to, I realize I’m not ready for this.

  “Oh my God!” I say with a gasp when I see the lit-up Christmas tree in the living room beside a roaring fire. There are lit candles everywhere and Ethan is dancing to upbeat Christmas music in the kitchen as he makes a delicious smelling breakfast.

  He drops the spatula when he sees me and rushes over. “Merry Christmas,” he says as he cups my cheeks and gently pulls my mouth to his.

  I moan as he gives me a warm deep kiss that has my toes curling in the slippers I stole from him.

  “Merry Christmas to you too,” I say as a rush of heat settles in my chest. I’ve been dreaming about waking up in Ethan’s house for years, and it being Christmas morning is making it that much better.

  “Coffee? Mimosa?”

  “Yes, and yes,” I say with a grin.

  He smiles, kisses me one last time, and then rushes back to pour me a cup. “How do you take it?”

  “A little bit of almond milk if you have it.”

  “I do.”

  I sit at the island and watch as he fixes my coffee and pours a mimosa into a wine glass from the huge pitcher.

  I’m grinning as I look around at his place. It was dark last night when we came in and we headed straight upstairs, so I didn’t get to look around.

  I’ve always wondered what the inside of his house looked like and I’m like a kid on Christmas morning as I look around. It’s a gorgeous place, just like I expected it would be. A huge open floor plan with a giant kitchen. There’s granite and stainless steel everywhere.

  And Christmas decorations.

  “You decorate for Christmas?” I ask with a laugh as I look at a gingerbread man hanging off one of the shelves.

  He looks at me over his shoulder with a frown. “Something wrong with a grown man enjoying the holidays?”

  “Not at all,” I say with a laugh. “I just wasn’t expecting a fully decorated Christmas tree.”

  “And I wasn’t expecting to fall in love on the 24th. Life is full of surprises.”

  I smile as I replay his words over and over again. Fall in love…

  It’s too perfect to be true.

  “Mind if I take a look around?”

  “Help yourself.”

  He turns back to the scrambled eggs cooking on the stove as I take my coffee and head over to the tree. It’s nice and warm by the fire. I breathe in a long contented breath of air as I look at all of the cute decorations hanging on the real tree.

  I smile when I see one that Christine made for him when she was a kid. It’s a candy cane made from hardened Play-Doh. Even this one is shaped like a penis just like her cookies.

  “You have a soft side, Mr. Ethan.”

  He takes the pan off the stove and smiles as he walks over to join me. I moan as he strokes my cheek. “I have a soft side for sweet and beautiful things. Must have been why I fell for you.”

  I step back and look at him skeptically. This is nice and everything, but I don’t want to fall even deeper for him only to have him tell me that it was only a holiday fling once it’s time for me to go back to school.

  “You know I have to leave in two weeks, right?”

  He winces and puts a hand over his heart. “I know. Don’t remind me.”

  “So, is this… like a two-week thing?”

  The look on his face gets me right in the feels as he grips my wrists like he’s not going to let me go.

  “No,” he says with the most intense eyes. “This is a forever thing.”

  “But I have to go back to college.”

  “I’ll go with you.”

  “What?!”

  “Not to college,” he says. “But we can rent a place while you’re there. I’ve been looking to buy another radio station and there’s one that’s on my radar close to your campus. Maybe I’ll buy it. What do you think?”

  I’m stunned. I wasn’t expecting this.

  “I think that Christmas is the time for dreams to come true. But…”

  “You still don’t believe me? Why?”

  “You haven’t settled down before even though hundreds of amazing women must have thrown themselves at you over the years.”

  “Hundreds?” he says, trying not to laugh.

  “Okay, thousands.”

  This time he does laugh.

  “How can I believe that you’re finally going to settle down with me?”

  He reaches past me and grabs something out of the tree. It’s a little purple box that has my heart hammering away. Is that?

  It is.

  He opens it, revealing a giant diamond ring. It’s an old fashioned antique ring with a stunning diamond. Just like I’ve always wanted.

  I love jewelry that has a history. That has a story. Not just a random ring that is one out of a hundred thousand other identical rings on the corner store. But something that is truly one of a kind.

  And this is more than I ever could have dreamed of.

  Ethan drops to his knee in front of me and I have to shake my head to make sure I’m not dreaming.

  “Marry me, Mandy. Make this the merriest Christmas ever and marry me. Please.”

  I drop to my knees in front of him as tears stream down my cheeks.

  “Yes!” I say in a gasp.

  He looks so thrilled as he throws his arms around me and we fall to the floor laughing and kissing in front of the crackling fireplace…

  …and getting some practice for our honeymoon…

  Epilogue

  Mandy

  Ten Years Later…

  The kids are like wild animals as they jump on our bed on Christmas morning.

  “What time is it?” Ethan grumbles as he rolls onto his back.

  “Too early for this,” I grumble back.

  Our three-year-old Andy jumps on his stomach and Ethan flies up with an oomph. “Okay, okay, I’m awake,” he says as he rubs his eyes.

  I look over at the clock and there’s a five at the beginning of it. It’s too early to get up, but once I see the excitement on my
four children’s faces, it’s contagious.

  “Go make some coffee, Mr. Clause,” I say as I struggle to push Ethan out of bed.

  He groans as he gets up. “All right, Mrs. Clause. Don’t get your pantaloons in a bunch.”

  The kids are all gripping their overflowing stockings as they bounce up and down on the bed. This is the eleventh Christmas morning I’ve spent with Ethan and each one keeps getting better and better (and they’re starting earlier and earlier).

  We got married two months after our first Christmas morning together when he proposed. It was a beautiful February wedding with all of our friends and family there.

  It was funny to see Christine walk down the aisle as my best friend and then walk back down as my niece. It was weird knowing that I was now her aunt, but we both loved that we were finally family. After a lifetime of feeling like we were, it was finally official. It was legal. We were both Hearsts.

  I smile at Ethan as he walks back into the room with two cups of steaming coffee.

  “Merry Christmas, lover,” I whisper as he leans down. He kisses me on the lips and smiles back.

  “Merry Christmas, Mandy. You’re still the best Christmas present I’ve ever received.”

  We sit on the bed holding hands as we watch our kids dive into their stockings, marveling at each present they yank out. They’re between the ages of three and eight.

  It feels like as soon as I push one out, Ethan is thrusting another one into me. He says he loves to see me walking around the house with his child in my womb. He always says he can’t help but knock me up. That he was put on this earth to breed me.

  Well, the jokes on him now. After Andy came out, I made him get snipped. Four is more than enough for me.

  That warm comforting feeling of being home with my family and the man I love fills every inch of me as the snow falls gently outside our window. It’s so snug and cozy in here as Andy shows me each candy cane and chocolate ball he received.

  Jasmine squeals in delight when she pulls out the sparkly headbands that Santa brought. “I can wear this at the party tonight!”