The room filled with the sound of skin on skin, her cries echoing off the walls as I fucked her silly from behind. She was screaming into the sheets, clawing at the mattress, and trying to run from it, but I was already on demon time.
“This what you wanted?” I panted, dick pounding, body covered in sweat. “This what that pretty lil’ pussy needed?”
“Yessss!” she cried, voice breaking. “Don’t stop, please… don’t stop!”
One hand slid up to wrap around her neck while the other slapped her ass. The jiggle made me go harder, hitting her spot stroke after stroke. “Nut again,” I growled, slapping her ass again. “Do it while I’m deep in this shit.”
Her whole body locked up. She came with a scream, loud, raw, unraveling before me, and I wasn’t far behind. The second nut had my ass ready to pass out, but I kept it together, stroking her until the last drop.
I stayed locked in, dick pulsing inside her, feeling her body spasm from the pressure. Her back arched more, hips twitching under my grip. Kissing her ass cheeks, I shook my head and muttered, “Good pussy, Autumn.”
She didn’t say shit right away. Just let out this soft, broken sound that was half whimper, half moan. I eased out of her pussy, watching my nut start trickling down the inside of her thigh.
“Nasty,” she said, breathlessly as she collapsed on her side, hair wild as fuck.
Chef Cory could’ve kept that cake. This was the perfect dessert for me. I leaned over, kissed the curve of her ass again, and slid up behind her. Pulling Autumn close to me, I kissed the side of her face and locked my arms around her. I wasn’t going nowhere and neither was she.
Christmas Eve
The sharp blare of my ringtone cut through the silence like a damn fire drill.
I groaned, flipping over and squinting at it on the nightstand. My whole body protested the movement. My hips were sore, my thighs were aching, and my lower back was tight in the best and worst kind of way. Every inch of me felt stretched and properly worn out.
I winced as I shifted again and sat up slightly, one leg still tangled in the covers. I reached over and grabbed my phone, finally answering on the third ring. “Hello?” My voice was low and groggy.
“Damn, you still sleeping?” my dad asked, sounding way too alert. “Get on up, baby girl!”
I glanced at the time on my phone, surprised to see it was almost eleven. “Hmm. I didn’t expect to sleep in so late,” I mumbled, rubbing one eye.
“You sound like you had a long night,” he said, chuckling low. “Y’all snowed in over there?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t looked outside yet.”
“You might wanna. Snow’s been coming down steadily since six this morning. Me and my lady friend tryna head to the cabin early before it gets too bad.”
I yawned, sitting all the way up now. “Daddy, what’s this one’s name? You must like her if I’m meeting her.”
“Vanessa. And yes, I do, so be nice.”
I chuckled. “Sure thing.”
“Don’t start,” he warned, but I could hear the amusement in his voice. “Just gimme the address to the place so I can plug it in.”
I pushed the covers back and swung my legs out of the bed, careful not to make too much noise. Woods was still dead to the world, one arm thrown over his face, chest rising slow and steady. Snoring like a bear. I padded across the floor, pulling the curtain back a few inches.
My jaw dropped. “Oh damn.”
“What?”
“It’s a whole winter wonderland out here,” I said, staring at the thick, untouched blanket of snow covering everything in sight. The trees were heavy with it, branches hanging low, and the whole backyard was covered in white like someone had spray-painted the world in powdered sugar. “I see what you mean. The roads probably look crazy.”
“Exactly. So I’ma get gas and coffee, then hit the road. Send me the address so I can beat traffic.”
“I don’t have it,” I said, glancing back at Woods. “Woo… I mean, Quamaine booked the cabin.”
“Wake his ass up then.”
“Hold on…” I put the phone on mute and walked back over to the bed, gently nudging Woods’ leg. “Woods…” He didn’t move. I bent down and kissed his shoulder. “Woods… babe, wake up.”
