Winter's Heart (27 page)

“Always,” he vowed, gradually pushing it deeper.

“It hurts,” she cried softly, feeling her muscles stretch, feeling them being torn apart.

“
Shh,” he crooned, stroking her back. “Bear down on it, love.”

Squeezing her eyes shut, she pushed back and felt a slight pop as the tip of his penis slid past the tight rosette. Winter hissed in a shaky breath and growled, “Fuck it.”

The cold dildo was gone and a moment later, the blistering hot flesh of his penis was nudging against the darkness. Grabbing her hips, he used the leverage to push himself into her tight orifice as she used her love for him to find the strength to push back. Sweat beaded her brow as she fought against the instinct to pull away from the intrusion, as she bore down on him and felt the tip of his penis slip past the initial resistance.

He was panting heavily as he slowly worked his dick into her ass and she felt beads of moisture along her spine as he held himself back. It hurt, good God it hurt, but she refused to make him stop. Tears leaked from her eyes as she felt him inch deeper and deeper, claiming her in a way she never expected to be claimed.

And then the car hit a bump and he slid in all the way and he let out a feral snarl of bliss as she cried out in pain. Her body felt like it was being torn in two as it burned and shook and she wasn’t sure she liked being taken in the ass, not by something as big as Winter’s cock.

“Sorry,” he said but she knew he wasn’t too sorry because he liked the feel of it too much to stop or even pull out. Slowly, he eased out a little before pushing back in, setting flames anew to her every nerve ending. Again and again he worked his dick in the tight hole, drawing her deeper and deeper into the darkness until the pain twisted into pleasure and she forgot her reasons she didn’t want to do this.

“You have a beautiful body, Flynn,” he commended, smoothing his hands over her back, the flare of her hips, the curve of her ass.

“Don’t spank me,” she begged, not sure she could handle the sting of his hand in addition to the burn of his penis.

“I won’t,” he promised, leaning over her and shoving his dick deeper into her ass, making her wince and then pant. With his lips next to her ear, his gravelly voice begged, “Can I move?”

Oh, God, it was going to hurt! Biting her lips as tears continued to stream down her cheeks, she nodded once. And like that, the beast was unleashed, fucking her with brutal savagery. When his fingers moved over her clitoris she came, a screaming orgasm that she knew the driver could hear. Pleasure exploded outwards from the pain in her ass, burning up everything in its path, killing her, destroying her, ruining her for any other man.

With a shouted grunt, he stiffened and hot seed filled her ass, pulse after pulse of cum. He thrust again and shivered as the final orgasm ripped through his body and then he collapsed over her, breathing heavily. His chest was damp with sweat and when he buried his face against the curve of her neck, she discovered that his hair was damp as well. He placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder blade, whispering, “Thank you.”

Slowly, he pulled his semi-hard penis from her body, the overwhelming relief of no longer being penetrated almost enough to push her back into orgasm. Turning over and flopping onto her back, she watched him as he took a wet wipe and cleaned his penis before pushing it back into his pants and fastening the button. Catching her watching him, he huffed a rueful laugh, “I can’t fuck you, love, not until after I’ve cleaned myself up properly. I don’t want you to get an infection.”

“I know that,” she growled, knowing that it was the height of stupidity to go from ass to pussy. “I just like looking at you.”

Softly, almost hesitantly, he asked, “How was it?”

How was it? Considering her words carefully, she finally answered, “I’m not sure. Parts of it were horrid but the rest was…. It was unlike anything I’ve ever known.”

“Do you think you might want to do it again?” She could see the hope and the fear in his eyes; the hope that she’d say yes and the fear that she wouldn’t. But it was Winter. She might not understand his obsession with fucking her ass but she loved him enough to endure the pain, especially if she experienced those soul destroying orgasms.

Licking her lips, studying the man before her and loving him more than life itself, all she could tell him was, “Maybe. On special occasions.”

“Like my birthday?” he asked in dark humor.

She smiled, unable to help herself, “And maybe President’s Day but never Christmas.”

He laughed as he gathered her up in his arms and held her naked body on his lap, “I’ve missed you so much, Flynn Rogers.”

♥~♥~♥

Winter held Flynn in his arms, amazingly content even though they were simply lying in bed as the sun rose and bathed the room in a warm light. After her incredible submission in the car, he had wanted to pamper her and take care
of her, so he had run her a hot bubble bath as soon as they arrived at the secluded cottage. She had looked at him with a sleepy smile and his heart shuddered in his chest; he was so far gone it was pathetic.

“Why does Storm spend so much time at his aunt’s house?” she asked from out of the blue. Twisting around so she could look at him, an adorable little frown crinkling her forehead, she added, “When he’s not with you, he’s there and I don’t remember reading anything about Melissa having a sister. Or a brother.”

“She doesn’t,” he said thickly, getting a little light headed at the awareness he was going to betray Melissa’s trust in order to explain everything to Flynn. Brushing her hair away from her face, letting his hand linger on the curve of her cheek, he softly murmured, “His aunt is actually his biological mother.” At her dawning realization, he huffed a laugh, “Yeah, Missy didn’t want to continue her gene line and used the egg of the woman she had been in love with at the time.”

Her brows furrowed but she simply nodded and remained quiet, letting him continue uninterrupted. “They broke up before Storm was born and that’s how I was able to step in. But the woman wanted to be a part of his life and so the fabrication of being his aunt was created. Since she has children from a previous relationship, he has cousins, too.”

“That is really confusing,” she murmured, her fingers idly drawing circles on his chest. “Will she ever try to sue for custody?”

“Absolutely not,” he said with utter conviction, knowing the legal work that had gone into creating Storm. “He’s my son through and through and when this is all over he will be living with me full time.”

She nodded, “I think there would be a hole in your heart if you had never laid that motorcycle down on your leg.”

“A hole in my heart, a void in my soul,” he told her, kissing her forehead. “Because if it weren’t for that motorcycle I wouldn’t have met you either. And if we did happen to meet, I wouldn’t be someone worthy of your love.”

Pushing herself up until she was sitting, she looked down at him and cupped his cheek, “I do love you, Winter.”

“I know,” he said, the words he wanted to say sticking in his chest. Her eyes gazed at him with understanding and he desperately wanted to whisper the words she deserved to hear but he couldn’t get them out. Sitting up so they were bare chest to naked breasts, he slid his hand into her hair and around her neck, holding her steady as he swept his tongue into her honeyed mouth. She must have gotten up earlier and come back to bed because her breath was minty fresh while he knew his was less so. But she didn’t seem to mind, moaning into his mouth and returning his kiss with reckless a
bandon.

Resting his forehead against hers as he tried to catch his breath, he asked, “Are you ready to lose another layer of inhibition?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I brought both my camera and my camcorder,” he answered gruffly, already imagining the scenes he wanted to create. There was no way in hell he was going to use his phone to record her because he’d probably accidently send it to all of his contacts and then half of the world would get to see Flynn at her most vulnerable, her most glorious.

“I still think you’re insane,” she said with a slight tilt to her lips.

“I’ll delete it afterwards.” He just didn’t say how soon afterwards. Or if he’d make a copy first. Or give her a copy so they could enjoy it together at either house.

Or she could just move in with him…. If she said yes to the question he planned on asking her in two months, she’d be moving in with him regardless. He’d just rather have her move in sooner rather than later.

“Promise?” she asked, sitting back and looking at him with sincerity that made him feel like a bastard for lying but there was no way in hell he’d be deleting the video.

“Yes,” he said with his fingers crossed. “Now, will you let me film you?’

“Oh, God!” Her smile was self-conscious as she covered her face with her hands and screamed into her palms. Lifting her eyes, she looked at him and nodded, “Yes.”

Kissing her lips in a quick, hard kiss, he bounded out of bed with all of the enthusiasm of a boy on Christmas morning. The light was perfect, unless that was simply Flynn, and grabbing the camcorder, he turned it on and faced her. Her legs were crossed to hide her womanly charms, one of her hands was covering her breasts while the other tried to cover her face, and she was giggling. He zoomed in on her face, the sparkle in her eyes as she tried to hide from him. “Come on, Flynn, it won’t be much of a video if you keep yourself hidden from me.”

Wrapping a hand around her knee, he pried her legs open and focused the camera on that part that made her entirely female. She grabbed a pillow and jerked it between her legs, crying out in laughter, “Winter!”

“Flynn!” he teasingly mocked, reaching for the arm covering her breasts and slowly drawing it away from her body. Her breasts rapidly rose and fell in excitement and nerves but she didn’t fight him. Brushing his hand lightly over her nipple, watching it tighten into a hard nub, he managed, “Lay back, Flynn, and let me do this.”

Holding his eyes as he held the camcorder, she eased onto a pile of pillows so she was propped up slightly. Her hands fluttered uselessly over her stomach as she offered him a shy smile and his dick twitched with an emotion other than animal lust. Panning the lens down her body, he captured the beauty that was Flynn and it was almost too much for him to bear. This amazing woman loved him.

Gently nudging her legs down, he watched in awe as she let her legs fall open, exposing herself to him entirely. Handing her the camcorder, he breathed, “Hold this and don’t you dare stop filming, love.”

Instead of turning it off like he feared she would, she held it up and recorded him as he took a sweet nipple into his mouth and gave it a gentle pull. Releasing the bud with a silent pop, he kissed his way down her smooth stomach before he pushed his nose into the fragrant petals of her sex. Inhaling deeply, letting her scent fill him, wash through him, he closed his eyes and let out a soft groan. Tilting his head up and looking directly into the lens, he growled, “This is mine.”

With that, he slid his tongue along the swollen flesh and took the tender nub of her clitoris into his mouth. Flicking it with his tongue, he slid one of his fingers into her tight pussy and stroked her internally. He never got tired of eating her pussy, especially since she always seemed so surprised when he moved down her body, no matter how often he did it or how fervently he told her he loved it.

The fingers of her free hand curled into his hair as she held the camcorder with the other. Her body started to move as she lost herself in sensation and he knew that the video was going to be shaky but he didn’t care. If he ever had to be away from her, he wanted to relive this moment. Keeping his eyes focused on her face, he pressed his fingers on the spongy section that brought her so much pleasure. Her moans filled the air as she came closer and closer to her release.

Sliding his finger out of her wet depths, he started to slide it to her luscious rear when her hand released his head and grabbed his wrist. “Not back there. I’m still a little… tender.”

“Keep filming,” he rasped, sliding his finger back into her pussy, adding his tongue to drink up all of her moisture.

After a few minutes of her getting increasingly agitated, her muscles clamped around his fingers, his tongue, as she came. Before she finished, he grabbed the camcorder and caught the last of her
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face, the beauty of her features twisting in pleasure-pain as orgasm rippled through her body. As he stood, his dick twitched and practically touched his belly and when she rolled over and crawled towards him, her eyes dark with wicked promise, he trembled.

He fucking trembled.

Stopping in front of him, she smiled a sultry smile, “Hey, you.”

Brushing her hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek, he cleared his throat. “Hey.”

Wearing nothing but a smile, she wrapped her fingers around his erection and purred, “Do you want my mouth or my pussy?”

“Both,” he managed to say, his mouth dry. Touching her lower lip, his finger clinging to the damp flesh, he added, “But I want your mouth first.”

As she ran her tongue along the underside of his dick, he thought he was going to drop the expensive piece of equipment. Somehow he managed to hold on. Holding his eyes, she took the tip of him into her mouth and used her tongue to play with the sensitive ridge. After a few moments of shallow bobs, she released him with a little pop, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his dick. “Is this okay?”