Oh Snowy Night
I squeeze the bridge of my nose. This isn’t going the way I think it should and I’m not sure what to do. I can’t remove her physically because I’d have to touch her and she’s such a hot piece that if I put my hands anywhere on her body, especially near her spectacular rack, I know I’m going to end up laying her down on the first horizontal surface and fucking the daylights out of her.
But short of picking her up and putting her in my truck, how in the hell am I going to get her out? She settles down in front of the fireplace and starts scratching Bear behind his ears. He lets out a pitiful whine and lays his head on her leg. His nose isn’t that far away from the girl’s pussy and I have this sudden, irrational surge of jealousy over my own damn dog. This is a nightmare.
“I’ve got a car.”
She cocks her head. “What’s that?”
From this angle, I can see the top of her tits, all rosy and bouncy. I lick my lips. She’d taste good. I know that for certain. Her tits would taste like peaches and her cunt would taste like cream. I wonder how sensitive she is. Would she come right away or does she need a little work? I don’t care either way because both are good. If she comes right away, I’d eat her again and if she needs a little work, all the more pleasure for m—I give myself a shake. I do not need to be traveling down that path. My work pants already feel tight. What was I saying? Oh, yeah, my car. My baby. My classic, custom-built 1967 Shelby Mustang worth a cool $2 million. It’s got 427 horsepower and while it probably handles like ass in the snow, it’s got enough engine muscle to propel her all the way to King’s.
The girl in front of me looks like she belongs in that Mustang. There’s not much of a backseat so the best place to do her would be the hood. I’d have to push her tits onto the hood, pull down those pants of hers, and kick her legs apart so that her cunt was open and ready for me. She’d be turned on, of course, because it’s the Shelby and who wouldn’t be turned on by that? Cream would be dripping down her leg and I’d rub the head of my cock in her cum until I was slick with her juice. Then I’d slam into her and make those tits bounce on her chest. I’d push her ass up high until she was on her tiptoes and had to rely on me for balance. The only thing that would be keeping her upright would be my hard cock in her wet cunt.
The girl clears her throat. “Um, before you get any ideas”—she sends a pointed gaze toward my crotch and my dick twitches happily in response—“maybe we should introduce ourselves. I’m Faith.” She thrusts her hand in my direction.
I wonder what she’d do if I took her palm and laid it on my aching dick. Yeah, it’s obvious through my loose fitting canvas work pants that I’m currently at full attention. Plus, even shaking her hand is going to be dangerous. I turn abruptly and cross over to a small row of hooks near the door separating the kitchen from the garage. Grabbing the Shelby keys, I return and toss them toward her. She makes no move to catch them and they fall to the floor by her feet. Bear’s in dog heaven and doesn’t even look in my direction. The cat gives a wide yawn, the tiny tongue curling in disdain before Smittens resettles her head on her paws.
Faith presses her pretty lips together and shakes her head. “I’m too warm to leave now. Plus, I’m sure it’s probably a crime to make someone leave a fire, a dog, and a cat. Even if it isn’t an actual crime, we both know it would be completely immoral so I’m going to pretend like there aren’t keys to some car I’ve never heard of before lying at my feet.” She pats the rug beside her. “Come on over and take a load off. You must’ve meant to sit by the fire, right? Or why else would you light one? I’ll tell you all about my awful weekend and you can tell me about yours.”
I launch one last desperate offensive. “If you don’t leave, I’m going to fuck you on the rug in front of Bear and Smittens, so you either take the keys or take off your clothes.”
Chapter Four
Faith
I cover Smittens’ tiny ears. “Don’t talk like that in front of them.” I can’t fight my reaction to his crude words. I am oddly attracted to the grumpy lumberjack who still hasn’t told me his name but has said he’d fuck me. I should be appalled. I don’t think anyone in my whole life has ever talked to me like that.