My pussy throbs like a bruise, aching from his constant attention with his tongue and fingers, and every touch feels raw.
He’s stripped me down and my mind melts to the point where I’m sure I would say and agree to absolutely anything just to come.
The blankets twist all around us, the picnic basket gets sent flying when I kick out a leg, and I’m at my wit’s end but this time, when Xander presses a small handful of snow against my pussy, it doesn’t quell my orgasm like before.
“I—” I gasp and moan as the chilling cold only adds to the pleasure. I’m so strung out that nothing can stop me this time and I clutch at the blanket with one hand while repeatedly squeezing and rubbing my nipple with the other.
Xander seems to understand immediately because he thrusts his face firmly against my pussy and starts finger fucking me with fervor.
His own moans combine with mine, and I have barely any strength left to do anything but lie there and chase that tendril of pleasure feeding through my body.
“I’m gonna— Xander!” My mind goes blank, my core tightens into a knot, and I come so hard that I’m simply suspended in ecstasy for what feels like eternity.
My muscles contract and ripple, heat explodes through me, and my pussy pulses in time to my furious heartbeat.
It’s the longest orgasm of my life and after an age, I finally drag in a ragged breath and collapse down onto the blankets.
But it’s not over.
I’ve barely regained my senses when Xander easily flips me onto my stomach, pulls me by the hips onto my knees, and grasps both my wrists.
He pulls my arms behind me like reins and lifts my torso off the blanket so I’m gazing out at the beautiful winter wonderland, but before I can speak, he enters me from behind.
His thick, gorgeous cock slams into me in one powerful move that forces all air out of my body.
My oversensitive pussy screams at me, begging for a break, but it’s undeniable howamazingit is to be filled with his cock.
I can feel every single ridge, from the bulge of his crown down to the thickness of his shaft, and my eyes roll.
It’s so good.
It’s too good.
I can’t think.
I can barely breathe, but Xander starts to fuck me hard and that’s all that matters.
All that exists in his cock spearing me open, his now warm hands around my wrists pulling me back into every thrust of his hips, and the cool winter air caressing my body and breasts like an icy lover.
“Fuck,” Xander growls behind me, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it before. “You’ve no idea how hot your pussy is. You might sear my dick off.”
I’d laugh if I could hold air in my lungs long enough, but each thrust fucks it out of me with a moan alongside.
“So fucking wet for me, aren’t you, darling? I can feel how tight you’re gripping me. You don’t ever want me to leave, do you? You want to stay here like this forever, getting fucked so hard you can’t walk because you crave my cock as much as I crave you, don’t you?”
Yes, my mind screams, but the words don’t come.
I can’t say anything, so moaning louder is the only way I can give him my answer.
His hips are a blur, pounding into me at such a speed that my second orgasm is already cresting.
My tight, aching core throbs once more and a sob of pleasure escapes past my open lips.
Xander adjusts his grips, pulling me higher and looping one arm around both my elbows while pulling me back against his hot, bare chest.
His hips don’t cease, but from this closer angle, his other hand caresses my ribs and up to my breasts.
Pleasure almost consumes me when he tweaks my nipple and slides his hand up to my throat.
