Page 10 of Pucking Snowed In with the Enemy

“I’ll tell you when we are through.”

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

“Ah…God…fuck yes,” she yelled as I picked up the pace and plunged into her as hard as I could.

I bit the side of her neck and sucked as hard as she had on my cock while our bodies slammed into the wall over and over. I could feel her pussy tightening as her breathing became incoherent panting. A hint of her perfume and shampoo invaded my senses, and I breathed deeply, drawing her into my lungs and committing the scent to memory.

Releasing her neck, I licked at the purple mark and then growled in her ear. “Answer me.”

“Yes, yes, I’m yours…ah…fuck!” Savannah yelled as she came. Her body arched back into mine, and I could feel the wetness coating my cock. Wrapping my arms around her, I picked her up and placed her on the bed, still buried deep inside of her. Forcing her legs wider and pushing her head down to the mattress, I grabbed her hips and hammered into her pussy.

Savannah grabbed a pillow, and I smirked as she buried her head to scream. Her skin was soft under my fingers, pressing into her hips. Fuck she felt incredible, and the sight of my cock slipping in and out of her as she came for the second time made me feral. Sweat trickled down my back, and my arms strained as I continued to fuck the beautiful Savannah.

Smacking her ass intensified her yells, but she didn’t move away. Pulling out, I flipped her over onto her back and admired my work as her pussy glistened before slipping into her again.

“Oh God, Grigoriy…I can’t….” Her head rocked from side to side, nails digging into my shoulders as I pounded into her. I was going to make sure she never thought of another man ever again.

“You can,” I said through clenched teeth as I held back my orgasm. I refused to come until she did one more time. “Come on me, Savannah, I’m ordering you to let go.” Slamming my mouth down to hers, I could taste the remnants of alcohol and the sweetness of her lips. Savannah whimpered into my mouth, and I ate every single sound like a fucking meal.

Her pussy walls quivered around my cock a moment before they tightened, and I knew she was getting close again. Breaking the kiss and grabbing her legs, I lifted them onto my shoulders, the position bending her almost in half.

“Oh, fuck me!” The bed banged against the wall. The thumping was almost as loud as the slapping of our skin. “So…so…so close. Ahh!” She came again, and I could feel her soaking my cock.

Letting go of my control, I fucked her harder until I was right on the edge. Pulling out, my hand flew up and down my cock.

“Fuck yes, fuck, so good,” I growled as my orgasm hit, and the jets of come sailed from my dick and landed on Savannah’s neck and tits before leaving a trail on her stomach. “Fuck,” I roared, the last of my release dripping from the tip.

Breathing hard, I rolled off the bed and stared down at Savannah. Her eyes were mostly closed, a wistful expression on her face. That look pulled at something in my gut, and I stomped on it and crushed it out. There could be no connections, especially not with this woman. It would be suicide.

Wandering into the bathroom, I cleaned myself up and then ran the warm water, wetting a couple of towels. Savannah hadn’t moved an inch. Her breathing was soft and steady, but she was going to have one hell of a headache in the morning. I smirked as I pictured the look on her face when she walked into the office tomorrow for her meeting with Mr. Mikhailov, and I was the one behind the desk.

Using the first towel, I wiped off all the come. Fuck, I loved seeing her painted with it. Then I used the other to wipe between her legs.

Tossing the towels in the corner of the room, I pulled on my clothes and stuffed my arms into my jacket when I felt Savannah looking at me.

“You’re leaving?”

“I don’t do sleepovers.” Grabbing a bottle of water from the minibar, I cracked the lid and handed it to her. “Drink up, or the hangover you’re going to have will be ten times worse.”

Unable to help myself, I watched her throat work as she swallowed down half of the bottle before grabbing her head.

“Brain freeze.”

“I would wait to drink more water, or you’re just going to throw it back up.” I yanked the blankets out from under her ass and covered her body.

Why I was being this nice to her, I had no fucking clue, but it felt like the right thing to do. Savannah grabbed my hand as I pulled the blankets up to her chin, her light blue eyes searching my face. What she was trying to find, I couldn’t guess, but it gave me a little bit longer to stare at her without the hard wall firmly in place behind her eyes.

“Thank you,” she said, squeezing my hand before letting go.

“Sleep well, Kisa. You may like me now, but you’ll hate me tomorrow.” I liked the nickname, Russian, for kitten. It suited her. She was soft and sweet but also had claws and was hazardous in so many ways. I could picture her walking through my home like she owned it and purposely knocking over all my things.

Kissing her forehead, I gathered the rest of my belongings, including the master key I had for the hotel doors, and with a final look, I flicked off the light and stepped out of her room.

I’d studied the file I had on Savannah. Staring at the pictures of the powder puff she’d been engaged to and tried to figure out what she ever saw in him. With just a glance, I could tell he was a bottom-of-the-rung loser who would break her heart. I had combed over her finances and couldn’t find a single expenditure that would land her in hot water other than the little bullet vibrator, but I doubt that was good enough for blackmail. She had top marks in all her classes, but there were no rumors that she’d gotten the grades by using her body over her brain. Savannah worked hard and never took time off. She didn’t party and only had two close friends who were in Canada. She was as straight-laced as they came, and yet…there was more to her.

I rubbed my bottom lip, the taste of her still on my tongue.

What is it about you, Savannah?