“Oh, you bitch…” he growls, pressing his teeth gently against the skin of my neck.
“Is there a problem?” I ask. He grabs me hard by the ass and pulls me to him, but I resist.
“Let me in…”
“Beg for it,” I tease.
Winter snatches a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back, then traces a line up my neck with his tongue, pausing when he reaches my lips.
“You must have mistaken me for somebody else,” he says. “Because I don’t beg for anything.”
Winter seizes me by the hips and spins me around, then bends me over the wheelbarrow which I’ve loaded with mulch. Burning for him, I look back as he flips my dress up and takes a horse stance behind me.
“Be gentle with me, baby,” I moan, but I can tell by the look in his eyes that he has no intention of doing so.
“Sure,” he grins as he slides the head of his cock inside me. “I can do that.”
His size never ceases to amaze me. I gasp as he buries every one of his nine inches inside me without hesitation.
“Fuck,” I groan as he starts to fuck me. “I hate you, you know that?”
My husband just grins and holds me tighter. “I know, baby. I know.”
THE END