The crude words, combined with everything that just happened, sent aftershocks of pleasure racing through my oversensitized body.
"Mine," he whispered, gathering more of his thick release and slowly pushing it inside my tight entrance with two fingers, the intrusion making me whimper. "Every fucking inch of you belongs to me."
Before I could catch my breath, Connor was lifting me effortlessly in his arms, his massive hands spanning my waist as he hoisted me up like I weighed nothing.
His display of raw strength over me made my already soaked core clench with desire all over again.
"Hold onto me," he commanded, gripping his still-hard cock and positioning the swollen head at my cum-slick entrance. "And don't look away."
He lowered me onto his thickness in one stroke, my walls stretching wide to accommodate his girth as he buried himself to the hilt inside me.
The mixture of his cum and my arousal made the slide impossibly smooth, and I moaned his name at the exquisite fullness.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his hips flexing as he lifted me up and down his length with his powerful arms. "Perfect little pussy made just for my cock. Taking me so fucking well."
The Christmas lights twinkled softly behind him as he used me like his personal toy, lifting and lowering me onto his shaft with complete control.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, snowflakes continued theirlazy descent, the outside world pristine and peaceful while we rutted like animals in the firelight.
His ragged breaths scorched against my ear as he bounced me faster on his cock. “You’re taking my cock so beautifully, letting me use this sweet body however I want."
The filthy praise made me clench around him, drawing a harsh grunt from his throat as my walls squeezed his girth.
“I know you like that,” he continued, pistoning into me faster, harder, deeper. "Like knowing how desperate you make me, how I can't keep my hands off this body."
"Yes," I nodded, completely lost in the rhythm of his hips, the stretch and drag of his thick cock claiming me over and over. “I do.”
His mouth found my jaw, teeth grazing down the sensitive skin as he marked me as his.
One hand slipped between our joined bodies to find my swollen clit, rubbing tight, relentless circles while still holding me with one powerful arm.
"Come for me again," he commanded, his voice rough with his own approaching release. "Come on my cock like the good girl you are. Let me feel my pussy squeeze me."
Knowing my core washis,the skill of his fingers, and the pace of his thrusts sent me spiraling over the edge again.
I screamed his name as pleasure crashed through me like a tidal wave, my walls clenching and fluttering around his length as I came apart in his arms.
"That's it," he praised through gritted teeth, his own rhythm becoming erratic. "Milk my cock, my sweet girl. Take every fucking drop like you were made for it."
With a final, devastating thrust that hit something deep inside me, Connor buried himself to the hilt and came with a roar that shook the frosty windows.
I felt him pulse and throb inside me, filling me with wave after wave of his hot release until it leaked out around his cock and dripped down our bodies.
We stayed pressed together for long, breathless minutes, both shaking from the intensity of our coupling.
The snow continued to fall outside our window like nature's own Christmas blessing, and the fire crackled peacefully in the background, but all I could focus on was the feeling of being completely claimed by this beautiful man.
"Mine," he whispered against my temple, still buried deep inside my satisfied body. "Every beautiful fucking piece of you belongs to me."
“Yes,” I agreed breathlessly, my voice hoarse from all the pleasure he’d just given me. “I’m always yours, Connor. Only yours."
He carried me back to the couch, settling me on his lap with his softening cock still nestled inside me.
The fire warmed our cooling, sweat-slicked skin as he pulled a soft throw around us, his hands stroking my hair and back with gentle reverence that was such a beautiful contrast to his earlier dominance.
I curled deeper into his embrace, my cheek pressed against the solid warmth of his chest where his heartbeat was steady and strong—a rhythm that spoke of safety, of home, of promises kept.
Winter continued its silent ballet through the frost-kissed windows, each flake catching the glow of Christmas lights strung along the cabin's eaves.
