Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
Connor
Pure fucking hunger consumed me the moment Sierra bolted into the darkness.
The winter air bit at my bare chest like frozen daggers, but nothing could cool the inferno blazing in my veins.
Sierra, my sweet, innocent girl, had transformed into pure temptation wrapped in black lace and red ribbons, her Santa hat the only innocent thing about her as she fled through the snow.
Every step she took was agony and ecstasy combined. The way her ass moved beneath that barely-there lace, the flash of her thighs against the dark fabric, the ribbons trailing behind her like a beacon, it was all driving me to the edge of sanity.
My cock strained against the red velvet of my Santa pants, rock hard and aching as I watched her navigate the snow-covered yard.
And then I was running. Running after my prize, my girl, world.
Heat burned from my overheated skin, creating clouds in the frigid air, my body running so hot I was melting the snowflakes that dared to land on me.
She was mine. She’d always been mine. But seeing her dressed as the most perfect Christmas gift and running from me like prey, awakened something primal tonight.
The ski mask covering my face felt suffocating, but it served its purpose—hiding the feral need written across my features.
The lights strung along the cabin's eaves lit our path, making Sierra’s darker skin look luminous as she darted between shadows.
Her breath came in visible puffs, and I could hear the soft sounds of exertion she made with each stride.
She reached the dark edge of the forest and stopped abruptly, her survival instincts warring with the game we were playing. She knew better than to venture into the unknown wilderness half-dressed.
That moment of hesitation was all I needed.
I closed the distance between us in powerful strides, my hands finding her waist and lifting her clean off the snowy ground before she could even think about running again.
She was light, so delicate in my grip, it was like holding a Christmas ornament that could shatter if I wasn't careful.
She melted against my burning chest, a soft gasp leaving her when my arms wrapped around her, telling me that she didn't want careful right now.
"Presents don't run from Santa, sweet girl," I growled against her ear, my voice rough with barely controlled desire.
Her response was a breathy whimper that went straight to my cock.
I could feel her trembling, whether from cold or arousal, I couldn't tell. Both, probably. Her body was like ice against my burning skin, but I could smell her arousal, sweet and musky and absolutely intoxicating.
"Connor," she whispered, my name a prayer on her lips.
The sound broke something inside me.
I carried her to the wooden picnic table that sat under the pine trees, dusted with fresh snow that sparkled like crystal.
I set her down so she stood in her boots on the table's edge, bringing her to the perfect height for her pussy to be level with my face—exactly where I wanted it.
My hands gripped her hips, thumbs brushing over the ribbons wound around her thighs.
The red satin was already coming loose from her run, and I could see how the cold had made her nipples peak beneath the sheer black lace of her bra.
“Naughty girl,” I breathed, drinking in every detail. "My naughty little present."
The anonymity of my ski mask added to the fantasy, making this feel wild and dangerous, completely removed from our everyday lives.
My fingers hooked over the edge of her panties, and I could see how soaked the fabric was.
The lace clung to every delicate fold, outlining her pussy in exquisite detail. She was flushed and glistening, her body betraying just how much this chase had affected her.
“Take it off,” she whispered, her hands finding my shoulders for balance. "Connor, please."
I didn't make her wait. With one sharp tug, the delicate lace tore away in my hands, leaving her completely exposed to my hungry gaze.
Fuck. She was dusky and soaked, her pussy lips dewy, dripping just for me. The cold air made her gasp and clench, muscles fluttering in ways that made my mouth water.
"So sweet,” I rumbled, unable to stop myself from tracing one finger along her slit.
She was scorching hot against my touch, silky wetness coating my fingertip as she whimpered above me. "So wet already. Did running from me turn you on, sweet girl?"
"Yes," she gasped, her hips rolling slightly against my hand. “It did.”
“Steady,” I commanded, gripping her hips to still her as I shoved my ski mask up to my nose with one hand.
Then I buried my face between her thighs without warning, my tongue finding her clit, and drawing a pretty little scream from her throat that echoed through the air.
She tasted addictive. I wanted to spend hours worshipping her with my mouth.
Her hands flew to my head, gripping through the ski mask as I worked her with lips and tongue. I licked every fold, every sensitive nerve, mapping her with the dedication of a man memorizing his most precious gift.
Her cries filled the crisp night air as I alternated between gentle licks and firm pressure, building her up slowly.
Snow continued to fall around us, dusting our joined bodies and melting from the heat we generated.
The contrast was mind-bending—her burning heat against my mouth, icy air biting at my back, the soft whisper of snowflakes landing on my shoulders.
I could feel Sierra getting closer, her thighs beginning to shake around my head, her breathing becoming more erratic.
When I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked it with my tongue, she came apart with a soft cry.
Her inner muscles clenched and pulsed against my tongue as waves of pleasure crashed over her. I caught every tremor, every drop, drinking in her release like a man dying of thirst.
But I wasn't done with her. Not even close.
Rising to my full height, feral and untamed possession took over.
I gripped Sierra's hips with both hands and lifted her off the ground again, her body facing away from me as I held her suspended in the air.
Her legs dangled helplessly, boots swaying as I supported her weight with my arms.
"Connor!" she squealed, her hands reaching back to grip my forearms for balance.
She was completely at my mercy, a living doll that I could position however I pleased.
The sight of her gentle back exposed to me, the arch curve of her spine, the way her dark hair spilled over her shoulders beneath that Santa hat, it was driving me fucking crazy with need.
I lowered the red velvet of my Santa pants enough to free my heavy cock with one hand, never letting go of her with the other.
The cold air was a shock against my heated flesh, but all I could focus on was the gorgeous woman hanging in my grip, her pussy prepped and ready for me.
“You’re gonna take it,” I growled. "My perfect little present."
I positioned myself behind her, feeling the heat radiating from her core as I pressed the head of my cock against her wet hole. She was dripping for me, so ready despite the cold air making us both shiver.
“Take it,” she whispered, her voice breaking with want.
Without warning, I thrust up into her tight heat while simultaneously pulling her down onto my cock. I filled her completely while she hung suspended in my arms.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned as her scorching walls enveloped me. She was so tight, gripping me like a vice as I buried myself to the hilt inside her.
"Oh god," she cried out, her back arching as I stretched her wide. "You're so deep."
I felt like I was touching her very soul. The position gave me complete control; I could move her however I wanted, use her body for my pleasure while she hung helplessly in my arms.
And that's exactly what I did.
I lifted her up and down on my cock with my hands alone. Each time I raised her, I could see myself sliding out of her slick pussy, slick with her wetness.
Then I slammed her back down, filling her as she screamed my name into the winter night.
“My good girl," I panted, muscles straining with the effort of fucking into her with increasing desperation. "Take it. Take all of me."
Snow continued to fall around us, dusting her exposed back and melting from the heat of our joined bodies. Heat rose from our skin, creating our own private cloud in the frigid air.
But the cold meant nothing—all that existed was the tight pussy gripping my cock and the broken sounds Sierra was making.
"Mine," I growled against the back of her neck, my teeth finding the sensitive skin there. “You’re all mine, little present.”
I could feel her building toward another climax, her pussy beginning to clench around me in that telltale way. My grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into her flesh as I pulled back onto her on my cock with increasing urgency.
The wet sounds of our joining mixed with her breathless cries and the soft whisper of falling snow.
I was lost in the primal rhythm, in the feeling of complete dominance over this perfect woman who trusted me enough to let me use her body however I wanted.
"Come," I demanded when she tightened up, my voice barely human as I slammed her back onto my cock again and again. “Come on my cock, sweet girl.”
Her orgasm built quickly, her entire body convulsing in my arms as she screamed my name. Her pussy clamped down on me so hard I hissed, milking my cock with tight pulses that dragged me over the edge with her.
With a groan that echoed through the mountain air, I buried myself as deep as I could go and spilled into my sweet girl. Pulse after pulse of release filled her while I held her on my cock, nuzzling my cheek against her hair as we caught our breath.
We stayed locked together in the aftermath, both gasping for sharp air as snow continued to fall around our joined bodies. I could feel her trembling in my arms, from the cold and the intensity of what we'd shared.
“Wow," she whispered, her voice soft from screaming my name. "That was… good.”
"Perfect," I murmured, finally lowering her feet back to the ground but keeping her pressed tight against my chest. "You're perfect."
She was shivering now that the immediate heat of passion was fading, her body temperature dropping rapidly in the frigid air.
Protective instincts kicked in, overriding the feral need that had consumed me moments before.
"Let's get you inside," I was already lifting her bridal style. "Before you freeze."
"What about you?" she asked, snuggling against my chest as I carried her toward the warm glow of the cabin.
"I'm fine," I assured her, and it was true. I could have stayed out in the snow all night if it meant holding her like this. "I run hot."
She laughed softly, the sound like music in the winter air. "You certainly do."