Page 62 of Dead of Wynter


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I pull my cock from her mouth and run the tip along her lips, dragging the combination of precum and saliva along the pouty pillow.

“This fucking mouth,” I murmur. “Trust me?”

“Yes,” Wynter answers immediately.

I smile down at her, taking in the sight of her on her knees for me, her legs spread, eyes gazing up, her full lips parted. She’s a goddess. “I’ll never give you more than you can handle,” I remind her right before I shove my cock back into her warm mouth and don’t stop until I’ve surged forward and my cock nudges the back of her throat. I pull back slightly, enough for her to drag in a breath and then I’m thrusting my hips forward again. My grip on her hair tightens as I push my hips back and forth, each time feeding her more of my cock.

Wynter gags around me as I try to push past the reflex and into her throat. “Let me in, dove,” I whisper as my fingers brush through her hair comfortingly. “Breathe through your nose, and let me in.”

Her body relaxes under my touch and I wait a few seconds before trying again. She gags again, but this time I slip right past and into her tight throat.

“Fuck.” My head drops back as I start thrusting at a steady pace, making sure she has enough time to pull in a breath before surging back in.

It’s not long before the tingling in my lower back and balls is overwhelming and I know I’ll have no other option but to come down her throat.

“Are you going to take my cum like a good girl, dove?” I grind out, barely able to put words together to form a sentence past the blinding pleasure my girl is giving me.

She nods as best she can with her mouth full of my cock and I lose all rhythm, pumping in and out of her with wild abandon. Wynter’s eyes are on me, full of tears and love. It’s a weird combination to be obsessed with, but it’s what pulls me over into an orgasm so powerful I don’t know how I remain standing. My fingers tighten in her hair as if it can keep me on my feet as my release takes hold and thick ropes of cum coat her mouth.

Wynter sucks hungrily, taking every drop I give her and it only drags the feeling on and on until we’re both panting from exhaustion. When I slip my cock from between her lips, they’re the most delectable shade of red and somehow my dick responds to the sight. She’s irresistible, a siren calling me from the deep.

Without a word, I bend over and scoop her into my arms before crossing the room, tugging back the comforter and slipping her between the sheets. Her eyes track me as I move around the other side of the bed and climb in beside her, immediately pulling her back into my arms.

“You were such a good girl for me, little dove,” I whisper into her neck, pressing gentle kisses into the soft flesh.

“Good enough for an orgasm?” she asks.

I chuckle and pull her in closer. “Not tonight.”

She huffs out a sigh and I don’t miss the way she rubs her thighs together. I don’t need to touch her to know her desperate pussy is wet, but she won’t be getting any relief tonight.

“Should have thought twice about talking back.” I shrug into the pillows. “Now stop pouting and go to sleep, or I’ll extend your orgasm ban.”

“Good night,” Wynter chimes and I can’t help but laugh. We’re finally where we were meant to be, even if it is in the midst of chaos.

47

Wynter

At first I don’t know what wakes me up. There are peaks of the sun through the crack in the curtains, but it’s not enough to pull me out of my deep slumber. I don’t need to pee, which is usually what wakes me up, and the room and house are completely quiet.

Ever so slowly, realization washes over me and pleasure floods my core.

“Good morning, little dove,” Everett whispers into the crook of my neck as his fingers gently stroke my core.

“Good morning indeed,” I moan, pushing my hips back until my ass makes contact with his impressive length.

“I thought seeing as you were such a good girl for me last night that you deserved a reward, how does that sound?” he murmurs.

“Really fucking good,” I gasp as his fingers brush along my clit and send electric currents of pleasure through my entire body.

He chuckles. “Your pussy is so wet for me, even in your sleep. Always ready for me to take you.”

“Please,” I whimper. His movements are too light, not enough for me to get anywhere near the release I so desperately crave.

“You’ll get everything you need soon, dove. Be patient.”

I almost tell him he can be patient after being denied a release all night, but I hold it back to avoid more teasing.

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