“Alistair,” I whined, growing frustrated.
I wanted to be fucked, not edged.
He chuckled, digging his fingers into my hips; he forced himself inside with a sharp thrust.
“Shit,” I moaned, bracing myself against the snowmobile.
He ground his hips against me with a satisfied hum. “Fuck, I love being buried inside of you.”
He withdrew slowly only to snap his hips forward and drive himself deep again.
Puffs of breath and little moans of pleasure left me each time he forced himself inside of me.
Alistair released one of my hips, and I braced myself on the seat, knowing what was coming. His hand clapped down on my ass, and I cried out from the heady mix of pain and pleasure.
He leaned over me slightly and ran his fingertips alongside his cock, coating them with my arousal before massaging my clit. With the new position, his thrusts were more shallow, but he increased the speed, slamming into me hard and fast.
Our gasps and grunts were joined by the roar of snowmobiles off in the distance—meaning we weren’t the only ones on the trail.
“You hear that, babe?” Alistair asked. “Better hurry up and come for me, or someone might see us.”
Someone might see us.
Someone might see my massive minotaur boyfriend railing me against a snowmobile on the side of a mountain.
The thought made my core tighten and my pussy throb.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I can feel you getting tight, my little exhibitionist,” Alistair chuckled.
He pushed down on me, arching my back as much as he could and burying himself to the hilt. He pressed his fingertips into my clit, rubbing it back and forth in rapid succession—exactly how I liked it.
“I’m so close,” he rasped. “You’re going to ride back to the house with my cum dribbling out of your cunt. Scream for me, sweetheart. Let everyone know how good I make you feel.”
I lost myself to my orgasm, crying out with a series of moans and looking out at the beautiful snow-covered valley below us through hooded eyes.
It was rough and dirty and romantic.
It was all the things I’d come to expect with Alistair.
It was all the things he’d taught me about myself.
It was perfect.
Leaning over me, he thrust hard, his body jolting while he filled me with his cum and fucked me through my orgasm.
“Pam,” he groaned.
Over and over again, his cock spasmed inside of me, leaving cum trailing down my thighs.
The rumble of the snowmobiles was getting louder by the second, pulling me out of my post-orgasm haze.
“Fuck,” Alistair whispered against my shoulder, giving it a soft kiss before standing upright.
He pulled out, quickly yanking up my snow pants to catch the deluge of cum spilling out of my pussy.
I knew he came a lot—but this—it was so much that it was almost uncomfortable.
He turned me toward him, giving me a sly smile while he tucked his cock back into his pants.
