Holiday Hideout (Polar Bear, Alaska)

The sounds she makes are criminal, downright dirty, and all for me. My cock grows, straining against the zipper of my old worn-out jeans.

I kiss across the delicate skin of her collarbone, making my way down the column of her throat. I work my way back down to her tits, and stare at them before closing my mouth around a nipple, and then the other.

Her moans are killing me.

The feel of her hands weaving through my thick hair does my head in. I’m dizzy with lust, and I press my hard on against her, seeking relief.

She steps back, her eyes widening a bit. “Is this a good idea?”

“It’s the best idea,” I tell her, sweeping my mouth across hers in a desperate kiss.

We somehow manage to make it back to the master suite, and I get her onto the king-sized bed. Our bodies move in tandem as we rip the rest of our clothing off.

Once she’s fully naked, I gaze at her, memorizing her soft curves and delicate frame. She lies back, giving me full access and I take my shot. I’m definitely right where I want to be. Here with her.

Rachel smiles up at me. “Having second thoughts?”

She took my moment of appreciation for a moment of hesitation. “Not at all. Stop thinking I might have some sort of regret about this. I regret a lot about my life, but you will never be one of them. I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you.”

Her breath hitches. “Even with my Kill Fender Fallon shirt on?”

I kiss the tip of her nose. “You’ve been on my mind since that day. So many naughty things I’ve thought about you since then.”

Her eyes grow heavy with need. “Show me.”

Oh, I plan on doing just that.

I lean in, capturing her lips with mine, loving the sweet taste of her lips. I’m not lying when I said I’ve thought about this woman since the first moment I saw her. Because I have. She’s been on a constant loop inside my head, and all the dirty things I’ve thought about doing with her.

I feel like I’m on a rollercoaster, my heart pounding rapidly inside my chest. The adrenaline spikes higher and higher with each touch. Her nails trail down my back and again the desire I’ve had for her shines through my eyes.

“The things I want to do to you,” I murmur in her ear.

“What things?”

“I want to spread you wide open, slide my tongue through your dripping wet pussy.”

Her cheeks tinge pink when I start the dirty talk, and it eggs me on.

“Do you like it when I talk to you like that?”

She nods, her nails digging into the skin of my back. “Yes, Fender.”

“Spread those beautiful legs wide open for me.”

She does as I command, and I groan. White hot heat flames my vision, and I move down her sweet body.

Wetness gathers between her legs, and I swipe my tongue, ending right on her clit as she moans out my name. I continue sucking, pushing and lapping at her skin with my tongue, until her fingers dig into my hair and she’s bucking underneath me, calling out my name.

“Fender, please, don’t stop.” She’s so close, I can tell by the way her legs open wider and her grip on my hair tightens.

I don’t stop, letting her know I’ll always do anything to fulfill her needs. “I’ve dreamt about this,” I tell her right before I roam my tongue over her slit.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed about you.”

Those words flood my chest with warmth and a sense of pride washes through me. I press a finger inside her and then another. Before I know it, I’m finger fucking her with all the need and want I feel for her.

She cries out. I watch as she unfolds before me, her hands gripping onto me tighter than before. I work her, taking her orgasm for myself.

She relaxes her body, and before she can calm down from her release I grip my cock in my hand.

“You’re so ready for me,” I tell her, lining my dick up with her entrance. I slide into her, my body rocketing to new heights. I’m soaring as I push deeper inside her, feeling her pussy clamp down around my hardened flesh.

I sink further into her heat and still once I’m all the way in. “Fuck,” I breathe out, loving the way her body fits perfectly with mine.

She stares up at me with her big baby blues, and as I gaze into her eyes, I slowly rock inside her. We find a perfect tempo, both of us panting and moaning out in pleasure.

My body builds and builds. Red heat flashes behind my eyelids as I pump deeper inside her. Harder. Faster. My body picks up speed and I can barely hold on any longer.