Page 24 of Collision of Winters (Hillcroft Group #4)

“Even then.” His hands roamed my front, until the right one slipped lower to grasp my cock. I sucked in a breath and moved faster, unable to resist. “That’s my good boy. Fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock as hard as you can.”

Oh God.

I bit down on my lip as a flush of heat bled across my face.

“But what if I want these special cuddles and you’re not in the mood?” I wondered.

He rumbled a low, sexy groan against my neck, and I felt the tip of his tongue flick my ear. “You’ll have to beg me.”

Oh. That did make sense. I nodded. “Of course. Because I’m your little slut baby.”

That made Daddy curse, and before I knew it, I had a somersault rushing through my tummy when he pulled out and flipped me over. I yelped and gasped as my back hit the mattress. He pushed my legs apart, wrapped them around his hips, and forced himself inside me so hard that I cried out.

Ohmygodholyfuck!

“You’re my everything,” he bit out breathlessly. “My slut baby, my property, my brat, and my sweetheart.”

I couldn’t respond. The pain was so blinding, and it’d punched the air out of my lungs. The masochist in me soared higher than I’d ever been, and I was thrown into an abyss of the best kind of agony. Emotions surged faster than the speed of sound, and my dick was harder than a diamond.

Daddy was getting off. He groaned and cursed, and he buried his face against my neck, teeth sinking into my flesh, and if he pushed his cock any deeper, I’d fucking taste him.

Tears burned in my eyes, and they trickled down along my temples.

“Look what you made me do, little one,” he rasped. “You made Daddy lose control.”

For some reason, his words pierced the painful fog, and I managed to gasp raggedly.

It can’t be over yet. I wanna keep flying.

“ Fuck …” He panted and scraped his teeth along my shoulder, and he rocked his cock in and out of me a few more times.

Please keep going, Daddy. Please, please, please!

Then I felt his large hand coming up to my throat, and he squeezed …

His thumb and index finger were right where they were supposed to be.

He growled against my neck, then slowly pulled his cock out, and he eased back.

Or down. He kissed his way down my body, his fingers following, digging in, creating trails of searing heat.

A contrast to the feel of his lips. I shivered and trembled.

The inability to breathe properly was replaced by shallow gasping and panting, and I writhed desperately underneath him.

He didn’t spank me or anything like that. He just grabbed at me so hard, kneaded my flesh, squeezed me, marked me…

I couldn’t fight the crying. When he squeezed my thighs, I let out a sob and felt the pressure rise to the surface.

My chest heaved. He moved around and shoved a pillow under my bottom, before he dipped down and sucked my cock into his mouth.

He was fucking killing me! My legs—he just threw them over his shoulders.

“Daddy, fuck, p-please,” I whimpered incoherently.

He hummed around my cock and pushed three or four fingers inside me too. Four—definitely four. Rough thrusts, not deep at all, but enough to stretch my opening and steal my breath again.

“Daddy filled you up perfectly, baby.” He kissed his way lower and licked me down there. “Next time, I’m gonna take pictures of this so you can see Daddy’s come trickling out of your little hole.”

I was fucking done. Moaning, crying, and begging uncontrollably, I fell apart the second he returned to sucking on me. I threw my head back and gasped loudly, and my entire body went rigid. I came so hard. Daddy hummed as if he loved it almost as much as I did, and he swallowed every drop.

His tongue had to be pure magic.

I was dead. And also on fire.

Fucking shaking.

Weeping.

Spent.

He brought me down from my high slowly, and he did the best thing possible. He gathered me in his arms and let me curl up in a little ball next to him, and he held me tightly.

“ Gah …” I shuddered violently as he drew his fingers gently along my arm.

“My amazing little boy,” he whispered. He kissed me on the forehead, lips lingering. “I have no words for how sexy that was.”

“ Hnngh, ” was my intelligent reply.

“I can’t wait to see your marks tomorrow,” he murmured. “I can already see some welts forming on your thighs.”

Yeah, I fucking bet. Unfortunately, they wouldn’t last long, but they’d be a good teaser for what was to come when we used toys. He’d told me he was going to buy a new paddle and flogger. He liked leather. I’d mentioned suede was nice, and he’d laughed.

I let out a shuddering breath and finally felt myself relax.

“I think this calls for cocoa,” I croaked.

“Hmm, I think you’re right.”

Our cabin faced the dirt road that extended from the retreat to the airstrip, but between the fresh snow falling and the late hour, we might as well be in the middle of nowhere with no one around.

Everything was pristine and untouched, aside from the doggies crossing the road to do their business in the tree line across the way.

I took a deep breath of the crisp air and looked up again.

Fucking amazing.

Splashes of green, yellow, and purple danced across the sky.

I was still shivery from our fuck, not to mention sore as hell. Nose a little stuffy. Cocoa in my belly.

I’d never felt better.

Daddy hugged me a little harder from behind, making sure the duvet was wrapped around us both, and he rested his chin at the top of my head.

“It’s so peaceful,” I whispered.

He hummed quietly. “A perfect way to end our first trip to Alaska together, I’d say.”

“Kidnapping,” I corrected automatically. “Next time we fly up will be our first trip.”

He shook from a silent laugh.