CHAPTER SIX

Dane

I fucking hit the jackpot with Jennika. The idea that I’d land myself a curvy, submissive beauty who likes erotic asphyxiation, ass play, and bondage is almost unthinkable. You just don’t get this lucky! Yet here we are. With my fingers wrapped around my princess’s delicate, pale throat, I drive her down on my cock, forcing her to take me all, until her pussy’s slapping down on my sac.

Jennika moans, her hands splaying over mine as she closes her eyes.

She looks so damn beautiful. She’s the perfect woman; the woman I’ve been searching for all these years. And I have every intention of unleashing a torrent of cum deep inside her, and with any luck, six weeks from now... she’ll be mine forever.

My baby girl’s hands stray from her neck to trail over her breasts, and past the sweet swell of her belly, to toy with her clit. She gurgles under my hold, another deep moan escaping her lips as her pretty face reddens and pleasure assaults her gorgeous body. “Oh, God. Yes!” she rasps, and those breathy, desperate words nearly tip me over the edge.

“Fuck this,” I swear, and in one fluid motion I roll us over, manhandling her so she’s under me and I can plow home with all the strength I possess. Releasing her throat, I pin her arms above her and slam my cock into her tight, bare, pussy as hard as I can.

Jennika arches her back and wraps her legs around me, crossing her ankles, her thick thighs gripping my muscular form like her depends on it. “Oh, Dane,” she gasps, her striking green gaze locking on me with lust-glazed desire. “Fuck me harder, please.”

What kind of monster would I be if I were to deny such a simple request? Discarding my grip on her wrists, I tuck my arms underneath her and grasp her shoulders, drawing her closer; until her mouth is at my neck and mine at hers.

Her hands roam my back, and she drags her nails over my skin, marking me with her kitten claws.

I revel in the pain, and it drives me to thunder deeper—as deep as I can physically go without splitting her wide open—until I’m shunting us across the floor with every frenzied and powerful thrust.

“Oh, God!” my beautiful victim cries out as she bites down on my neck, her breath hot against my ear. “I can’t hold on,” she sobs. “I’m going to come!”

I growl possessively and bite down on her throat, sucking the skin hard, marking her as mine and forcing her blood to well beneath the skin. “Not without me.” I’m so perilously close. My sac tightens and my ass clenches as I jack-hammer the life out of her. I need to make this load count. I must make her mine. And there’s no way that a sweet, intelligent, and needy sub princess like Jennika would abandon her baby’s daddy; especially if I’m only too willing to step up and be the man she needs. Our chemistry is too raw and too strong... our potential is undeniable.

Jennika’s pussy grips my thrumming cock in a vise-like grip, and she keens under me, thrashing her head from side to side in divinely beautiful frustration as her ecstasy reaches a fever pitch. “Dane! I can’t—” she moans, biting off her complaint, her face stricken with anguish and pleasure.

My own release plows into me like a monster truck, slamming into the depths of my prostrate with an aggression that takes my breath away. “Now!” I command through gritted teeth, my brows knitted as I explode within her.

Jennika dissolves into a blithering, shivering, and tearful mess; expletives spilling from her lips like prayers as she milks me for all she’s worth. She rides her release like a wild Valkyrie riding through fields of battle. She bucks and shakes, her fists leaving my back to tangle in her hair as she holds on, white fingers clenched as she holds her breath.

“Fuck,” I groan, a fine slick of sweat covering my body despite the fact it’s the height of winter. I rest my forehead against hers, just breathing her in, watching her intently as she comes down. But it seems I’ve lost her.

Her eyes are vacant, and she doesn’t respond when spoken to, but her breathing is steady, her body finally relaxed in the wake of the tension of her soul-shattering orgasm.

And it’s then that I realize she’s in sub-space. “Oh, princess,” I coo, brushing a sweaty tendril of hair from her face. “I’ve got you.” She needs aftercare and rest. This isn’t my first rodeo but finding a woman who doesn’t need to be coached and naturally submits to the oblivion of mind-numbing pleasure is a rarity. Most don’t allow themselves to let go on such a deeply primal level. They hold on, unwilling to relinquish that level of control. But not my gorgeous, curvy girl.

Allowing myself to catch my breath, I stay with her, supporting my weight as I simply marvel at the remarkable woman I’ve managed to ensnare. Thinking back to my poor truck on the side of the road, I can’t help but smile. I’ve never been more thankful for a breakdown in my life! I never could have imagined, even in my wildest dreams, that I’d chance upon a stunning, single woman lodging in a nearby cabin so close to my work and usual travel route.

If I believed in things like fate, I’d say this was it. Our meeting, our snowed-in night, tangled in each other’s arms, fulfilling our most intimate and debauched festive desires... Shit like this only ever happens in the movies! Withdrawing with regret, I scoop her up in my arms and lift her onto the bed with ease, tucking her in gently, I cocoon her body among the blankets and pillows, so she’ll remain warm.

Satisfied, I spend several minutes just stroking her hair and whispering to her in soothing tones about how well she did. “Good girl,” I say, rising from the bed to stretch my sweaty limbs. Returning to the open-plan lounge, I dig through my discarded clothes for my smokes, before lighting up and taking a deep drag. Exhaling a plume of smoke, I stare at the fireplace, momentarily mesmerized by the dancing flames.

My mind wanders back to our insanely epic fuckfest, and I sigh. That was so fucking hot. When I finish my smoke, I toss the butt into the fire and make a beeline for the bathroom. I need a hot shower in the worst way.

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