“That is going to get you punished, little girl,” he hisses as he looms over me. I am shaking beneath him, my clothes soaked through to my skin. He tears at them, ripping them off me. Once I am bare in the snow, he kneels between my thighs, gripping the back of them to spin me one more.
“No! No, I don’t want it,” I shout, squirming beneath him.
“Oh, lies now? Fine, earn yourself a few more,” he growls behind me as he yanks me over his thigh.
Shuddering as his bare skin confirms his clothes have been torn off too, I do smile. I want to laugh, I bubble with elation, excitement, with such a powerful arousal I am sure my thighs are slick with my own cream.
“No. No, daddy,” I wail before his hand cracks my backside hard.
“Don’t try to talk sweet to daddy now, little girl. Too late. I’m pinking this sweet ass before I’m going to shove my cock ten inches deep in it. You were toldnot torun. I explained the fucking price,” his booming shout echoes through the hills, yet I am still smiling.
Slater smacks me harder, harder, his palm crackingagainst my ass once, twice, three times. My pussy vibrates with teach strike. I wriggle on his lap, seeking the press of his jutting cock, wanting to be filled by it. My clit is on fire, even as I find no cock, just icy snowdrift. Rubbing against it, I hiss in pleasure as the ice coldness of it eases the pain.
“Quit working that greedy pussy,” he warns, smacking his palm right against my aching cunt. “This cunt belongs to me. The sweet cream dripping down those thighs is fucking mine. No making that pussy cum unless it’s for my viewing pleasure. Daddy warned you, didn’t he?”
Still wiggling my hips in madness, I refuse to answer. He smacks my ass once, twice, then he spreads my cheeks open and spits between them. I jolt at the hot drip of his spit down my ass. I scream out as he pushes two fingers into my puckered hole, scissoring fast, hard.
“Be daddy’s good slut and answer. You were told not to touch this little girl hole,” he hisses, yanking my head round with a fist in my hair, pulling me up so his next words pant against my quivering mouth. “Get on your knees, open that mouth so daddy can choke his little slut.”
“Yes,daddy, yes. You told me not to play with it. It aches. Willyouplay with it, daddy? Please, it needs to be touched.”
“Down. On. Those fucking knees!” he roars, pushing me off his lap, my knees skidding across a snowdrift. Looming over me, he grips my hair in his fist, pulling me up on my knees.
I shudder with lust as I soak my thighs. I knew how this would end. Just how we would play if I tried to escape. I never wanted to be free of him, but I want to know I can be free with him. I know I can. I felt it the moment he closed that door behind me, closing me in his cabin.
Running was never an attempt to escape him. I believed his vow that he would just be a step behind me if I tried. That is what I want. What I want to know, to feel. I want him at my back,staking his claim on me.
“So pretty little snow angel,” Slater hums as he rubs the crown of his cock over my swollen lips. “Open big for daddy. That’s my good girl. Keep those pretty eyes on mine, show me what a slut you become with my cock choking you. Such a pretty little girl,” he hums as he pushes forward, indeed choking me on his thick, wide shaft.
I gag but I do not dare stop. Cupping the back of my head, he starts to rock, fucking my throat with long, hard strokes. I am shuddering in the snow as he fills my mouth again and again. My nipples ache as the wind swirls around us, but I do not stop. I suck hard, hollowing my cheeks out, my hands clawing at his powerful thighs.
“Good girl, that’s it. Give daddy that slutty throat,” he grunts.
Staring up at him from beneath snow dusted lashes, I nod. I want to be his good girl, hislittle slut, a sweet snow angel, his absolute everything. I thought it could not be what it is. That it could not be filthy and feral at the same time it is tender and transcendent. How could this mountain man be just what I needed most, if I never thought of my own needs? How could I have found him when I had no idea I was looking?
“Such a sweet little slut for daddy. Out here in the wild begging me to cum down that little girl throat. Don’t you need it, baby? Show me. Spread out in the snow with that fuck doll body. Open those soaked thighs so daddy can stuff his thick cock in his favorite fuck hole. That’s it, sweetheart. Get on that back, where you belong.”
Stretching out for him, I am on fire despite the bed of snow. I spread my thighs, reaching down to rub at my pussy. Smacking at my hand, he brings my sticky fingers to his mouth, sucking them inside. Fisting his thick cock, he smacks my swollen clit with the crown a few times before he sinks balls deepwithout warning.
“Oh, daddy! It’s too big,” I pout, squirming beneath him. “Rub my little girl pussy to get it soft for you daddy. Please, rub it soft.”
“Good girl taking all of daddy. Gotta get his cock deep on the first stroke, so we can get all this cum where it belongs. Where is that, sweet girl? Where does every single drop of daddy’s cream go?”
“In his little girl’s greedy cunt,” I pant as he pounds into me, pinning my arms over my head with one hand. His other hand grips my throat, pressing softly, then releasing, pressing harder, releasing. It makes my vision blur, has a prism of colors dancing behind the pleasure.
“That’s a good little slut. You will take every drop until I put my baby in your belly. While you’re pregnant daddy will put it wherever he wants, yeah? All over those perfect tits,” he grunts as he smacks one, then the other, palming the aching nipples. “Deep in that tight ass. On that beautiful face. Down that silky, slutty throat of yours. Daddy will give you plenty. You won’t ever run out of it. You keep daddy hard, his sac heavy with cum. I will always have plenty for my good little fuck doll.”
“Oh! Oh, daddy,” I cry, tears slipping down my cheeks because I am so hot from his words, from the promises he has given me for days, for the way those words, his weight pinning me down as he takes me, his cock filling me, has truly set me free. “Let me cum on your big cock, daddy!”
“Ahh, fuck, yeah, that’s it, that’s daddy’s good little slut. Choke this big cock with that greedy cunt. Take every single drop, little girl. That’s it, yeah, that’s it. So fucking pretty taking me so deep. Such a greedy little thing. Fuck, I love it, I love it. Fucking love you!”
I whimper the words back as he pounds me into the snow. He comes hard, his huge body rocking mine against thesnowdrift. We’re covered in snow, our flesh hot beneath the thick flakes. Pinning me beneath him, he softens as he always does, kissing my mouth, my brow, whispering again and again how much he needs me, wants me, how he, yes, loves me.
Dirty, depraved, sometimes a little desperate, it is the best damn Christmas gift I could ever be given.
Chapter Nine
Slater
