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CHAPTER2
By the time we reach the cabin, the blizzard has arrived with a vengeance. Damien and Jensen carry the tree into the house, while Micah and I park the snowmobiles in the dimly lit shed. Placing my helmet onto the nearest workbench, I watch in silence as he removes his. The black ski mask he’s wearing catches me off guard and has me remembering how we met on Halloween night. Suddenly, I find myself tightly clenching my thighs.
His eyes lock with mine. Without warning, his hand catches my wrist. In one, swift motion, he pulls me against his chest. Grazing his hands along my back, they trail down to my ass, and he yanks me closer. Thrusting his hips forward, he slams my back against the cold, hard wall of the shed. Slipping his hands beneath my jacket and shirt, his cold hands cup my breasts, pinching my puckered nipples between his fingers.
“Micah,” I softly moan, grabbing his straining erection, and rubbing him over his gray sweatpants.
“Fuck,” he grunts, thrusting against my touch.
“Micah,” I breathlessly whisper, as he rests his masked face in the crook of my neck, breathing me in.
“Fuck, baby,” he sharply exhales, massaging my clit through my jeans with one hand, and tracing his thumb over my hardened nipples with the other.
He takes my hand, linking his fingers through mine, and drags me behind him as we exit the shed. Rushing through the snowy night, we scurry up the stairs leading to the back entrance of the cabin.
Micah shuts the door behind us with a loud slam, paying Damien and Jensen no mind as he lifts me into his arms. Placing my ass onto the dining room table, he pushes me onto my back. Pulling off my jeans and panties, he spreads my legs.
I’m a wet, quivering mess, begging to be fucked into oblivion.
From the corner of my eye, I see Damien and Jensen lifting the tree into the stand, when Micah grabs my ankles and yanks me to the edge of the table. His long, thick cock springs free as he lowers his sweatpants, resting them just below his ass.
He works his cock with one hand, and my clit with the other. Squirming against him, I whimper, shutting my eyes while my juices drip from my cunt.
“Fuck me, Micah,” I desperately beg. “Please, fuck me.”
With one, hard stroke he enters me, the table shaking back and forth with each savage thrust. He grips my hips, slamming into me relentlessly. Again. Again. And again. Breathing hard. Groaning. Biting out curses. Burying his fingertips into my thighs, bruising my skin.
“Yes,” I cry out, writhing on the cold, hard surface of the table.
He strokes my inner walls, hitting just the right spot.
“Yes,” I encourage. “Right there.”
“Fuck,” he groans, sinking into me over and over.
“Don’t stop,” I urge, my mouth popping open. “Yes. God, yes!”
“That’s it, baby,” he praises. “Fucking take it. Take this cock like a good girl.”
My legs begin to quiver. “Harder,” I beg.
His pace slows, and he slams into me hard. Thrust after thrust, he uses force.
“Like this, baby?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Do you deserve to come?”
“Please. Yes. Please, Micah.”
My orgasm rapidly builds. The moment he presses his thumb over my clit, I nearly come undone. Rubbing my clit in slow, torturous circles, he instantly throws me over the edge. My climax rips through my body, consuming me, while I ride out wave after wave of everlasting euphoria.
Curling my hands into fists at my sides, Micah continues his beautiful, yet merciless attack on my body. My inner walls spasm around his cock, as he stretches me wide, slamming into me with an urgency. Again, and again, jolting me back with each stroke.
“Fuck,” he snarls behind his mask, eyes narrowed. “Good.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Girl.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head.
