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.
