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I smile and close my eyes as I fall back into bed with my love.
He kisses each breast and down my stomach and I moan in pleasure. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth last night, so at least I’m remembering the important stuff. I also remember him telling me he loved me and I felt it in my soul.
Just as Jericho licks my pussy, there’s a sound from outside the window that sounds like a gun firing. Jericho jumps up and I groan. It was just about to get to the good part.
“Shit. The Russians are attacking,” he says before he runs into the closet and starts getting dressed.
“What?” I ask, bewildered and horny.
“Here, put this on.”
Jericho throws me pair of white boots and an all-white puffy snowsuit with a fur-trimmed hood. He comes out of the closet wearing the same thing and I stare at him.
“Hurry up, Sugar Cookie. We’ve got a castle to defend.”
“Are you going to explain to me what’s happening? This seems a bit over the top,” I huff as I pull on the snowsuit and boots.
“Over The Top is my middle name.” When I look at him to see if he’s being serious, he just shrugs. “I realize it’s unconventional, but I’ve made it work.”
“Jericho,” I say, putting my hands on my hips and scowling.
He grabs me by the waist and begins to run out of the castle with me in his arms.
“We live on a mountain near Russia. Every now and then they like to come over the peaks dressed in all white to try and take my flag. I’ve got a team that live here who defend it, so it’s more of a game than anything. I don’t even think their guns are loaded.”
“So we’re going out in the snow to play a pretend game of capture the flag with a group of Russians?”
“Exactly. But don’t worry. I’m going to fuck you while we do it.”
I open my mouth to ask what he means, but before I can, he bursts through a basement door that leads to a garage. There are snowmobiles lined up along one bay and he takes me over to one. He sits down first, then pulls me on it so I’m facing him, straddling his lap.
“Jericho, I’m in a huge full-body snowsuit. How are you going—”
He reaches down to the crotch of my snowsuit and unsnaps it, exposing my naked pussy to him. He grabs his in the same place, popping it open and pulling out his hard cock. He grabs me by the hips and slams me down on his dick before cranking up the snowmobile and opening up the garage doors.
“Oh fuck,” I moan as the vibrations of the machine travel up his cock and into my body. It’s like I’ve just been given a full-body vibrator and it feels amazing.
He takes off, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt moves over every inch of me.
“Cum as many times as you want, Sugar Cookie!” he shouts over the sound of the machine. “I’m going to do a few laps and make sure the place is secure before we go back home.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I grip his chest as I let the snowmobile do the work, and cum all over his cock. Just as soon as one orgasm ends, another begins and I scream out my pleasure. It’s so intense, and I’m overstimulated, but I can’t get off his dick.
I feel his cock pump cum into me at least three times, but I can’t be sure. At one point I almost black out, but I feel one of his arms come around me to hold me upright.
“There they are,” he says as he pulls up next to a red flag and grabs it out of the snow. He takes off and I look behind us in the distance to see several snowmobiles headed away from us. I see a group of stationary machines with the word TROPE on the back of them. “Looks like we won!”
He holds the flag up as we make our way back to the castle that’s not too far away in the distance. It looks exactly like Elsa’s castle from Frozen, except it’s not made of ice. Thank god, because I like to be cozy.
My body reminds me that I’m still being fucked as my pussy clenches on his cock. I giggle then moan as Jericho takes me back home, triumphant in getting the flag, and getting me off.
Epilogue
Jericho
Two years later…
Cookie is lounging on the couch near the window and I stop in the doorway to look at her. She’s playing on her phone with her feet up, her belly so big that she can’t stand for more than a few minutes at a time.
It’s my fault that she’s knocked up again. I can’t seem to keep my dick out of her. But I will say that she hasn’t figured out how to turn me down when I sweet talk her. It could be because she loves my mouth so much.
When she giggles at something she’s looking at, I push away from the door and make my way over to her. I sit at the end of the couch where her feet are and put them in my lap. She winks at me as I start rubbing them but then goes back to her phone. She giggles again, and now I’m wondering who she’s talking to.
“Who is that?” I ask, nodding to her phone.
“Oh, nothing,” she says and goes back to messing with it.
When she giggles again, I feel agitated. What is she laughing at? I’m supposed to be the one she laughs with.
“Sugar Cookie, who are you talking to?” I tug on her toes to get her attention, but she doesn’t look up at me as she gives me another dismissive answer.
She knows how jealous I can be, so why isn’t she telling me what’s going on? I don’t like secrets.
“Cookie?” I say, a little more firmly this time as I lean up and try to look at her phone.
“Jericho?” she taunts, mocking my voice and placing the phone face down against her chest.
“What are you trying to hide from me?” I reach up to touch her phone and she jerks it out of my grasp.
“None of your business, nosy pants,” she scolds, then giggles and slides the phone under her ass.
“You should know better than to put the phone next to my favorite place.” I move my hands under her thighs and up to her ass.
“I thought you liked my tits best,” she says, trying to keep me from getting her phone.
“I do. They’re my favorite, too. Just like your pussy. It’s all my favorite. What can I say, I’m a greedy man.”
“And a jealous one,” she says, narrowing her eyes at me.
“I like jokes, too,” I say, and pout.
She sighs and pulls her phone out, turning the screen to face me. She’s been texting Arabella and they’re talking about how jealous my
brother and I are. I scroll through it and read that they were betting on who would lose their cool first if they just giggled at their phones and didn’t tell us who they were talking to.
“Did I win?” I ask, not the least bit ashamed.
“It was a tie,” she says, wiggling her toes in my lap so that I’ll rub them again.
I do as my queen commands and go back to rubbing her feet.
“Do you wish I was less jealous?” I give her the smile that she loves so much and she rolls her eyes.
“No. I kind of love your caveman tendencies.”
“Good,” I say, leaning down and kissing her ankle. “Because I’m never going to stop.”
Epilogue
Cookie
Ten years later…
The house is full of kids and there are so many sets of twins I don’t know which ones are mine half the time. Between Arabella and Romeo having seven kids, and Jericho and I having six of our own, we take up a whole house no matter where we go.
It’s a good thing our men are rich and have houses all over the globe. There’s even an igloo in Antarctica, but I’ve only been there once. Jericho insisted on getting me pregnant in every continent, and I agreed to fulfill his bucket list.
“When are the men arriving?” Arabella asks me as she comes into the kitchen and grabs an appetizer.
“Any moment now.” I say, washing my hands and then grabbing the candles. “Do you think they know?”
