“I’m not,” I growl with passion. “I’d never lie to you, Winter. What we have – this crazy, amazing thing between us – it’s too real to mess it up with lies.”
I slide my hands down her body, grabbing onto that ass again, that round fucking ass.
“Damn, you’re so curvy,” I snarl, my manhood throbbing with deafening need. “Your body is perfect, Winter. Curvy in all the right places. So much to hold onto, to massage. Jesus, that ass. I’m willing to wait until I slide into that hot pussy. I might be a savage, but I can do that. For us. But I need to see what that ass looks like slathered in my come.”
She gasps and leans back in my embrace, watching me.
“What do you want me to do?” she whispers.
“That’s a dangerous question to ask me, my virgin queen,” I growl. “Because if you give me permission to use your untouched body, I’m going to grind my cock between those ass cheeks and then come all over you.”
She nods, a subtle twitch of the head, her nerves making her bite her lip.
“I want it,” she says quietly. “Oh, God, do it, Wayne. I want you to feel what I felt.”
Something snaps inside of me, my primality unleashing as I grab her and bend her over the desk.
She squeals as I yank her sweatpants back down, revealing the round bulbs of her ass, as creamy as her offering and so juicy I can’t help but spank her a couple of times, lightly.
“Jesus, the way your ass shimmers when I do that,” I growl.
“Wobbles, you mean,” she sighs.
“No,” I snap, leaning over her and spanking her again. “Fucking mesmerizing. Now back it up. Reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart. Make a place for me to slide my cock.”
I watch in wonder as she does what I ask, part of me wanting to hold back until her precious pussy is mine.
But even if I’m a billionaire, even if I’ve been called ‘one of the most powerful and influential men in the modern world,’ I’m just flesh and blood. And I can’t hold myself back any longer.
Gazing at her fingers digging into her cheeks, I grab her and slide my cock up and down, grinding my shaft against her cheeks, my precome making them slick.
Minutes pass as my animal side emerges like a werewolf breaking out of my skin, my jaws growing tense, everything grows tense as I slide along her bountiful ass and squeeze her cheeks around my throbbing cock, and then—fuck, fuck.
My seed surges like lava up my shaft, squirting all over her back, painting her as I keep rubbing faster and faster.
I massage her back, rubbing it into her ass cheeks, causing them to glisten as I keep pumping my hips as more and more of my seed gushes onto her skin.
“Fuck,” I growl, laughing as I stumble back. “Jesus Christ, Winter, you’re perfect. You’re just fucking perfect.”
She turns, her cheeks red, her lips playful as her eyes flitter to my come-wet manhood.
“So that’s two firsts today, then,” she whispers. “The first time I ever had an orgasm, and the first time I’ve ever given an orgasm.”
If I thought my manhood would go soft when I was done, her words prove me wrong.
I harden.
My balls ache.
This woman is mine.
Chapter Seven
Winter
I wake the following morning with Rusty sitting at the end of my bed, his tongue hanging from his mouth and his ears pricked. In the doorway, Wayne stands, filling the frame with his irrepressible seven-foot form.
My mind swims with memories of last night, with the closeness in the office, and the cuddling on the giant couch in front of the blazing, crackling fire.
I remember how easy and natural it felt, reclining in his arms, settling against his rock hard torso and thinking, over and over, He’s mine and I’m his, he’s mine and I’m his.
We belong to each other.
I called Anna last night and told her I’d met a man, and that I really liked him, and honestly trying to find words to fit what’s happening into any sort of order was impossible.
It just feels right.
Like—click, everything slotting into place.
Like—this way please, here’s the man you’ve been waiting your entire life for.
“The blizzard has finally let up,” Wayne says, steel hair wet and slick from the shower. He’s wearing a thick jacket and faded blue jeans, with his boots chunky. “I was thinking of taking Rusty for a walk, if you want to join me?”
“Oh, so you’re a nice and polite gentleman this morning, are you?” I tease, sitting up.
“I try to be,” he grins, wolfish, eyes glimmering as they drink in my bare chest, the blanket pulled up to cover my breasts. “You don’t have to come, but I think Rusty might resent it if you didn’t.”
“Ooh, emotional blackmail.”
“Yep,” he laughs savagely. “I’ll see you in the kitchen. How do you take your coffee?”
“With cream and two sugars.”
He bows melodramatically. “Ma’am.”
“Such a gentleman,” I giggle.
He smirks. “I try to be.”
He leaves, but Rusty stays, padding at my feet as I walk into the sleek marble ensuite, brush my teeth and splash some water on my face. I get dressed in some of the clothes Wayne left for me. Any second now, I expect to wake up shivering in my car at the side of the road, discovering that this was all a cold-induced hallucination.
But when I lean down to stroke Rusty behind the ears, his grinning face is all too real.
“What do you think, boy?” I say. “Is this crazy? Or is it the best thing that ever happened to me? Or is it both?”
He yips and noses toward the door, clearly eager to get going.
“He’s getting used to the snow, I think,” Wayne says as I walk into the kitchen, the room modern and ultra-cool, with its marble island and its extractor fan that looks like it belongs in a sci-fi flick. “Or maybe you’re just changing his life as much as you’re changing mine.”
“Okay, cheesy,” I giggle.
“Careful,” he growls, smirking. He picks up a spatula from the hanging display and gestures with it. “These are good for more than flipping eggs, beautiful.”
“You’re an animal,” I whisper, a shiver moving hotly through me.
“And you wouldn’t have it any other way,” he snarls.
He hands me a Thermos of coffee and then kneels down and starts getting Rusty into his padded harness. I sit down on the chair next to the door and pull on the boots Wayne left for me, wondering if this is it, the moment when my eyes jerk open and I stare at the blizzard through my car window.
But no, it’s real, and as the three of us head toward the front door and out into the snow, I try to tell myself that second-guessing all of this will only lead to me not experiencing it fully.
I can’t be the shy withdrawn girl for the rest of my life, using sarcasm as a defense so I never have to feel anything.
Or maybe I could, if I really wanted to. But with Wayne, I don’t want to.
“This place is incredible,” I whisper, my eyes roaming over the miles and miles of unbroken snow, the forest rising up around the lake with jagged spindly leafless hands. “Just look at it.”