My cock was smooth as silk and hard as ice, and with every stroke, I imagined her lush, pink mouth taking me deeper. She wanted it bad, her legs trembling as I claimed that sweet pussy with my mouth. And this girl…fuck, she was naughty. She couldn’t get enough of me, bucking against my face, her thighs wet and glistening as she begged me to eat her harder and faster…
My balls tightened, the pressure building at the base. I was getting close, and I didn’t give a fuck what kind of mess I was in for. I needed this release, was fucking desperate for it.Yes.I rocked my hips, bearing down hard as I stroked my aching cock, picturing those glossy pink lips sucking me, taking me in deeper… deeper... deeper…
Fuck, yeah. Right there. Right fucking—
CRASH!
Something clattered to the floor in the bedroom, and the damn dog shot back down the stairs like a bat out of hell, yanking me right out of my fantasy at the worst fucking time.
Strikeout.
“Damn it, Bella.” I whipped my head around to see what the big deal was. She was in the kitchen, yelping and barking, her tail wagging as she furiously pawed the windows in the breakfast nook.
Someone had to be out there.
Fuck.
I rose from the couch, grabbing my hoodie and shoving my arms through.
I joined Bella in the kitchen and peered out the windows, but I couldn’t see shit through the blowing snow, so I clicked on the closed-circuit TV mounted under the cabinets and checked the security cameras. The screen was a frosty white blur, but one image came through crystal clear.
A car.
Jammed into a snowbank at the end of my driveway.
Sideways.
