CHAPTER FIVE

Jennika

M y breath hitches in my throat as I feel the first shock of creamy, cold ice cream slapped on my bare pussy. A shriek of shock rips from my throat and I gasp, my eyes wide as I meet Dane’s gaze.

“Don’t you dare move a muscle, baby,” he warns, his tone bordering on a growl.

I grind my ass into the bed, purse my lips, and whimper. “But it’s so cold!”

“You’ll learn to love it, princess,” he promises.

I feel blessed warmth combatting the cold a moment later and realize with delicious clarity that it’s Dane’s tongue. A shiver ripples through me as my pussy is assaulted by warmth and cold in alternating sensations. I’ve never felt anything like it. I can’t believe a man is licking and eating my favorite ice cream off my pussy!

“Mm,” Dane moans. “I don’t think I’ve ever appreciated coconut, chocolate fudge, shortbread, and caramel this much before. You make it taste extra, baby.”

I scarcely hear his words. All I can do is feel and lose myself in the moment. I might never experience another like it in my life and I’m determined to live it to its fullest extent.

“Good girl,” my roguishly handsome stranger says.

I’m not even sure why he’s praising me at first, but then something cool presses into my ass. My first instinct is to panic, to reject the foreign intrusion, but I consciously push that feeling away. Fuck it! And just like that, the smooth, glass neck of a sparkling wine bottle makes its way past my tight sphincter and up inside me.

“That’s it, beautiful girl,” he coaches, before slapping on yet another wave of cold and returns to devouring my pussy.

“Oh, my God!” I cry out as he works the bottle back and forth, all the while flicking my clit with his tongue like it’s the trigger on a gun. My cunt contracts and trembles, my entire body shuddering as the pleasure roiling within me reaches impossible heights. And Dane holds me there on the precipice like an expert villain! He licks, nips, sucks, and pumps, maintaining the exquisite agony until words I don’t mean spill from my lips.

“I hate you!” I moan, writhing under his arduous affections. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Licking the ice cream from his lips, he raises his head from between my legs. “What’s wrong, princess?”

“It’s too much!” I protest, pressing the ridiculous, lit-up fairy lights to my face in anguish. “Please! Please let me come.”

Dane growls and nips at my clit, making me yelp. “I do love it when you beg.” Without further warning he slides two fingers inside me, curling them upward, toward my g-spot. All the while the neck of the wine bottle remains firmly lodged in my ass, and he returns to eating me out like a demon starved.

The ecstasy builds again as he pushes me violently toward climax. It’s hard, fast, and so intense that I arch my back and grind up against his hand as he fucks me with his fingers. “Oh, God, Dane! Yes!” I whimper. And then he shoves me over the edge, and I fall—plummeting into oblivion—as my body quakes and I writhe on the bed, screaming his name at the top of my lungs.

Growling and moaning, I thrash from side-to-side, fighting the come down from the most incredible, titanic wave of an orgasm I’ve ever felt in my life. I don’t want it to end! I sulk in my mind, my lower lip trembling and my cunt aching for more.

“That was beautiful, princess,” Dane says as he removes the bottle neck from my ass.

Relief floods me and my ass relaxes in its absence. “No man has ever made me come so hard,” I breathe, vague and overwhelmed by desire.

“You can’t have hooked up with many men worth their salt, then, baby.”

I sigh, blissed out and yet still horrendously horny. Without even having to think, I know what I need and I’m not above begging for it. Not now. Not ever. “Dane, I need your cock.”

“Now those are some pretty words to hear, baby,” he answers.

I wince as he discards the pint of half-melted ice cream, but there’s no time to dwell on the clean-up. Nothing matters right now but getting impaled. I want Dane to use his cock as a weapon. I want him to destroy me for all other men.

As if sensing the severity of my yearning, Dane kneels beside me and untangles my wrists, setting my hands free. “There you go, princess. I want to feel your claws as I fuck you.”

Relief and excitement war within me for pride of place and surprising my strange Christmas visitor, I tackle him across the bed, wrapping my arms around his neck, and catching his full lips with mine. In a chaotic tangle of limbs and furious passion we roll off the mattress entirely. I land on top of him on the floor and before he has time to take control, I reach between his thighs, guide his cock to my sopping wet pussy, and then impale myself on him in one brutal movement.

I cry out, throwing my head back as I claw at his chest, moaning as I raise my hips to grind down against him.

Dane growls and takes hold of them, using his strength to help my fatigued ass lift itself. His strong fingers wrap around me, holding me firm as I ride him.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, reveling in his thick, hard cock. It fills me perfectly—like it was made for me.

“You feel so good, baby girl,” the lumberjack groans, raising his hips to thrust up into me, meeting me halfway as we fuck on the floor of the cabin.

“Choke me,” I say, suddenly, meeting his eye with an unmistakable intensity. I take his hands from my hips and raise them, guiding them to my throat. “Choke me,” I repeat, rolling my neck to get comfy in his grasp as Dane’s fingers close around my airway.

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