“Feeling inspired, my little writer?” Wayne says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and leaning down to plant a warm kiss on my cheek.
I shiver, leaning close to him, feeling his body all around me, his heat enveloping me. It feels so freaking right. It’s difficult to think that up until yesterday I’d never even met this man.
He was a cover in Time.
He was just another celebrity.
He was a billionaire who I never dreamed I’d actually meet, touch, kiss, taste.
“Maybe a little,” I admit. “I guess it’s just nice not to have angry customers shouting at me because their lattés are cold. And then when I go out to collect them, what do you know, they’re not cold at all? Sorry. Ranting about work is hardly sexy, is it?”
“Everything you do is sexy,” he whispers, kissing me behind the ear.
I feel my sex pulse, and my womb scream at me to drag him back inside and take everything he has to give. Last night, when his long, thick manhood was grinding between my ass cheeks, I wanted to reach back and inch it down, let him find my hole and ease it open with his blistering length.
“Yeah, sure, Romeo,” I laugh, giving him a playful shove.
He smirks at me and takes a few steps backward.
“I don’t want any trouble, Winter,” he says. “You’re clearly a very fierce lioness, aren’t you?”
“Oh, you don’t even know the half of it,” I giggle. “I’m actually a secret cage fighter. If you try any of your perverted moves again, I’ll—Hey, what the heck do you think you’re doing?”
He starts to pack snow into his gloved hands, his eyes glimmering as he packs it tighter and tighter, reaching down to add more snow to it.
“What?”
“What do you mean, what?” I giggle. “If you think you’re going to get away with throwing a snowball at me just because you’re this big, impressive billionaire, you’ve got another thing coming, okay?”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he smirks. “I just wanted to show you something. Rusty.”
We turn to find Rusty running around the edge of the frozen lake, pawing at it and then leaping away. At the sound of Wayne’s voice, he turns and jogs back toward the house.
“Catch, boy,” he says.
Wayne glances at me, this hulking bear-like giant of a man, with a playfulness in his expression I’m guessing was never there before.
He looks freer than the stern man staring from the cover of Time.
He looks, how I feel, as though he’s been waiting a long time for something and it’s finally here.
“This hasn’t worked yet,” he says. “But I’m hoping your presence will give him some confidence.”
I laugh and move closer to him, looking at Rusty, feeling so much like a couple as I stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Wayne and gaze down at the terrier.
“Good boy, Rusty,” I say, as his eyes go alert and his tail pricks, his entire being focused on the object in Wayne’s hand. “You can do it, boy.”
Rusty backs up and then Wayne throws.
The tightly-packed snowball sails throw the air and then – snap – Rusty leaps up and snatches at it with a quick gnashing of his teeth.
It explodes in a shower of powdery white and then he grins, teeth coated with snow, running around and around as he tries to paw at the remains of the snowball.
“Good boy,” I yell, laughing, feeling like I’m floating on air, delirious with happiness.
This is real, I assure myself. Wayne is yours. And you are his.
“See,” Wayne says, hugging me close to him again. “Even Rusty knows how important finding you is.”
I wrap my arm around him and rest my head against his lower chest, not on his shoulder, because he’s so freaking tall. But cuddling close just feels too good.
“And tonight,” Wayne whispers in my ear, “I fucking need you. I want to be a gentleman. I want to wait. But I need your sex, your womb, your everything. Will you give it to me, Winter? Will you be mine in every single way?”
Anxiety tries to get involved.
Nerves hammer a frenetic beat in my chest.
But my womb screams at me to ignore all of that, that this is my man, that this is right.
“Yes,” I whimper, my body shivering in recognition. “I want it, Wayne. I want you.”
Rusty barks at the air and then starts back down toward the lake. Wayne smooths his hand down my arm and then we interlock fingers, and even that small gesture sends shooting stars of desire up my arm and into my body. I feel my sex tingle with the motion of my footsteps, our gloved hands clasping tightly, as though we never want to let go.
I met this man yesterday.
I don’t want to be apart from him.
Ever.
Even if it makes no sense, those two sentences side by side, I don’t care, not with Wayne. With him, life isn’t about what makes sense.
Life is about the gorgeous quirk of fate that led him to me in the middle of a blizzard that opened the snowy door to the rest of our lives.
We walk through the world of glistening whiteness as the sun emerges through the clouds.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Winter
“Winter, are you coming?”
I stand just out of view at the rear of the house, my heartbeat hammering in my chest as I stare at myself in the full-length mirror. When Wayne suggested that we relax in the hot tub before dinner, I agreed readily enough, but now that I’ve caught sight of myself in the bikini second-guesses swarm my mind.
Even getting the bikini all the way out here was a minor miracle, but I guess that’s what happens when you’re as wealthy as Wayne Wakefield. He made a call and then a freaking helicopter landed on the pad on the roof and, voila, a suitcase was carried down by a man in a black suit with aviator sunglasses on. He dropped it off and then flew away, helicopter blades slashing at the icy air.
I stare at it, green fabric clinging tightly onto my breasts, my belly hanging over my bikini bottoms a little bit.
The urge to turn and run back to my bedroom is almost overpowering, my legs twitching with the need to hide myself, to stop humiliating myself and just get the heck out of here.
The room is a sort of den, with three plush faux-fur-covered couches, a bar in the corner, a giant TV the size of a pool table and a floor-to-ceiling glass door that opens onto the enclosed porch and hot tub area. The porch is surrounded by more glass, the wooden decking heated against the cold of the world beyond. But Wayne told me that the heating can also be disabled, so that the warmth of the hot tub contrasts with the cold of the winter.
Wayne thinks I’m sexy.
I try to hammer that thought into my mind as I walk to the ajar door and stand there, staring at Wayne as he reclines in the hot tub.
It’s just the two of us with Rusty napping in his own blanket-heavy nook inside the house.
Water drips down Wayne’s muscular body, his chest heaving, droplets insinuating themselves down between his abs and toward his manhood, a V shape leading to his groin that is all tensed power.
He turns at the sound of my footsteps.
Here it comes, the moment his face drops, the moment he truly sees my body in all its not-really-glory.
“Fuck,” he growls, standing up out of the hot tub.
All around us light snow falls behind the glass, looking almost unreal in its beauty. The porch area is built to overhang the rock formation, so it’s like we’re suspended in midair. The frozen lake glistens behind him in the light of the emerging stars and moon.
And yet none of that is as powerful as the way his eyes glimmer as he consumes me with them.
He steps out of the tub, water sluicing down him, and prowls across the heated decking toward me.
“Fucking hell, Winter,” he snarls. “I knew you were going to look damn perfect in that bikini, but this is something else.”
“Really?” I say. “Because, honestly, I was thinking I looked like a whale.”
His expre
ssion shifts, looking almost wounded.
“You’re curvy body is perfection made flesh, you’re a plus size goddess, Winter. Don’t ever forget that. In fact, if you keep talking about yourself like that, I might have to punish you.”
My body tenses, and my clit tingles. Goosebumps prickle my skin despite the heat and I feel my nipples harden, and Wayne must notice, too, because his eyes flit to my bikini top.
“Punish me?” I whisper.
Be brave. This is it.
“Why do you say that like it’s a bad thing?”
He makes an animal groaning sound as he surges forward. I gasp as his hands grab onto my shoulders as he guides me to the edge of the hot tub. I squeal and grip the edge, leaning forward instinctively as he moves up behind me and slides his hands up my thighs, gripping harder the closer he gets to my sex.
“That ass,” he growls, sounding fascinated and horny at the same time. “Jesus, I need to see how it bounces when I take you. I need to bury my cock deep inside of you. Fuck, I can’t be strong. I can’t tease you. I need to feel you now.”
He yanks down my bottoms and I step out of them, ignoring my nerves, ignoring my doubts.
I want this.
My womb is screaming at me to take him, all of him, everything he has to give.
I look over my shoulder and see the need in his eyes, the way his manhood pulses in his grey swimming shorts, a solid outline of thick meaty lust that trembles and shifts around in the fabric enclosure.
“Stick your ass out,” he groans. “I need to see that pussy.”
“Like this?” I whimper, my body guiding me.
My heartbeat is still thundering in my chest and my mouth is dry, but I push past it.
I focus on Wayne.
I focus on his large body, every inch of him heaving and taut, the veins in his forearms standing out as he strokes his hands over my ass cheeks.
All around us the world is a blanket of snow and ice, and as I stick my ass further and further out toward him, I feel like the old Winter is getting sucked up into the world, whooshed away, and a new woman has taken her place.
A better woman, one who doesn’t always have to live in a prison of self-consciousness.
“Look at you,” he breathes. “A sweet wet treat just for me. Are you going to be a good virgin and cream on my fingers before I slide into your tight fucking hole?”
“Y-yes,” I whimper, as he circles my hole with his middle finger, his other hand stroking his manhood up and down the entire length.
I hear my voice rising, quivering into the air when he slides his finger inside of me, a smooth motion that feels creamy as he slides deep inside of me, his knuckles pressed against my ass cheeks as he begins to move his finger in small circles around a searing spot within.
“Oh, Jesus,” I whisper. “You’re stroking some—something, Wayne. Oh, God.”
“Like this?” he snarls, moving his finger quicker, tickling and teasing a deep spot inside of me.
“Y-yes,” I cry, vision blurring as I turn to the wintry wonderland and push back against his hand, pinned against him.
“You need to cream for me,” he growls. “I can’t look at you, fucking feel you, much longer without losing control on that virgin pussy. Cream for me, Winter. Cream. Now.”
I gasp as his words trigger something inside of me, an effect I never would’ve guessed at, a waterfall of sensation flowing through me and gushing all over his hand.
I realize I’m crying out, loudly, my voice like the whistling winter wind outside the enclosed window, my body so hot I’m shocked the frozen lake doesn’t melt and flood the clearing.
My legs tremble and my hole goes tight as I squeeze my legs together, trapping him deep inside of me
“Jesus,” he groans. “Your come is spilling down your legs. You look fucking perfect. I can’t stop myself any longer. You’re too goddamn tight and sexy.”
I turn my head to look at him again.
Through the haze of my orgasm, I can make out his hands tugging at his shorts.
He peels them down and then his manhood springs up, a huge pole of flesh with a dollop of shiny precome glistening at the end like a melting snowdrop.
His body is rock-solid, as though he’s carved from ice, and his eyes are captivated as he guides the tip of his engorged manhood toward my entrance.
He tickles it against me, causing my body to twitch and writhe with the force of his touch.
“Oh, God,” I whimper. “You’re such a dirty freaking tease, Wayne.”
“Why?” he smirks, voice deep, clearly loving every sinful second of this.
He paints my pussy with his precome, skirting around my hole and then up and down my lips. He brings himself closer to me, nearly plunging right up inside of me that my womb starts to scream for him to do it, to do it freaking now.
“You—know—why,” I say, struggling to force the words out.
“You want it,” he snarls. “Don’t you, Winter?”
“Yes,” I wail.
“Then tell me,” he growls, his beast unleashing, everything in him raging like an inferno. “Tell me how badly you want my cock, my seed.”
“I want it so freaking bad,” I moan. “I want to feel you in my virgin pussy, Wayne. Only you.”
I lick my lips, wondering briefly if I sound ridiculous.
But then Wayne makes a groaning noise and I know he wants me to go on.
I can read him right now, our bodies not the only thing naked and bared to each other.
“I want to feel your seed pulsing deep inside of me. I want you to make me pregnant. Oh, God, I don’t care if it’s crazy. I don’t care if it doesn’t make any sense. My womb is begging for your—Ahhhhh.”
I have to bite down as he drives his cock deep inside of me, falling forward so that his abs press flatly against my ass cheeks, causing me to push back and feel the tensed muscles of his body so close to me.
I bite down even harder as his cock inches deeper inside of me, more and more, until for a moment I’m not sure I can take him. My pussy screams at his irrepressible size, bulging against the walls of my pussy.
“God, you’re so big,” I gasp.
“And you’re so tight,” he snarls, leaning over and biting my neck softly. “You’re my tight little virgin, my curvy queen, and in a second you’re going to open for me and I’m going to take you hard, Winter, fuck you raw, because you bring out the beast in me.”
As if his words are magic, a second later I feel my pussy opening for him, and then all the discomfort melts away and a fiery warmth washes through me, captivating my pussy as his cock pulses inside of me.
“I can feel you opening for me,” he snarls.
“Yeah, yeah,” I moan. “I can take you, Wayne. I want it.”
He grabs my shoulders and pulls back, then starts to thrust inside of me. I stay as I am for a minute, easing into the motion, feeling his engorged, throbbing head pumping against a spot deep inside of me. It feels sweet and tingly every time he touches it, as though he’s battering against the walls of my orgasm and willing it to come out.
Then I grab the edge of the hot tub with more conviction and start pushing back against him, arching my back and sliding down the length of him in time with his powerful motions.
“Oh, fuck,” he growls. “You look so sexy when you arch your back like that. Fuck, keep doing that, keep twerking that big juicy big ass like that. Yes. What a curvy queen you are.”
His words spur me on and I start pumping my hips, not caring when I hear my ass cheeks slapping together, focusing instead on his carnal groaning and the sound of his manhood grinding up inside of me.
The pulsing and the slap of our bodies giving into each other, the scent of my juices in the air, his lust, all mixes together into a cacophony of euphoric indulgence.
He leans down so that his belly is flat against my back, his pectorals between my shoulder blades. He reaches around and yanks down my bikini top, playing with my breasts, cradling them
and pushing them together at the same time.
He rubs my nipples between his thumb and forefingers, snarling in my ear.
“I’m going to drink all the milk you have to offer one day,” he groans. “I’m going to suck on your nipples until they’re red, gulping down every last drop. I need to feel you cream on my cock now, Winter. I need to see your white thick cream all over my shaft. My seed—fuck, fuck, my seed needs to shoot inside of you.”
“I’m—close,” I whimper, my voice catching as we sink into an unstoppable rhythm.
He pommels into me harder, gripping onto my nipples and tugging them softly. The onslaught of sensations is like being in a giant bubble, warmth surging through every part of me, my belly getting tingly as his cock seems to grow inside of me.
I sit back against him, his balls slapping against my clit as he takes me hard.
We’re devouring each other now, pounding our bodies together in a symphony of release.
And then it all pauses, as though we’re standing atop an iceberg that’s suddenly come to a stop.
I realize I’m holding my breath and then let it out in a rush, and the sensations pick up, stampeding through me as my center pulses and I feel my womb sending thick white come down his shaft.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I moan, struggling to form words.
The orgiastic release flows through me, capturing every part of me as Wayne pumps his hips and hammers his massive dick into my tight wet pussy.
I push back, my ass cheeks slapping against his belly, more and more white cream gushing out of me as I turn my head over my shoulder and see that Wayne is close, too.
I can read it in the twist of his lips, in the way his eyebrows shoot upward as though in shock.
“Come in me, Wayne,” I moan. “Please, please, come in my pussy.”
He lets out a primal roar as he pumps into me one last time, grabbing my ass cheeks and staring down at them, his entire being focused on his cock plunged inside of me, filling me with his seed.
I reach back and clutch onto his abs, clawing my fingernails across his skin.
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