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  Walking the rest of the way over to her, I run my finger over the lips that are about to make my cock extremely happy. “Open your mouth Snow.” She does without so much as a waiver. Grabbing my cock, I stroke him, one, two, three times before placing it at the opening of her mouth. Her tongue comes to meet the tip of my cock and I can’t stop the hiss that leaves my mouth. “Fuck. Do that again,” I growl, my cock leaking a tiny drop from the tip. She licks that drop and moans as her hands begin to pull her nipples and I can no longer wait. Sliding my cock inside of her mouth, I can’t stop the feral sound that leaves me as her warm mouth encases my beast. “Ah shit. Yes. That’s it. Lick it, baby. Just like that. Is your sweet little kitty getting wet? She want my mouth now?” I ask her, not bothering to wait for her to finish.

  Leaning over her, I push her legs further apart and open the lips of her pussy taking a look at the hole that is going to welcome me. Sniffing her sugary sweet kitty, I moan, knowing it is going to be my greatest treat. She pumps her hips, letting me know she needs me as much as I need her. As evident by the way her mouth is still eagerly swallowing my cock as I push further into her mouth. I swipe my tongue from her clit to her hole and holy fuck. Nothing could have prepared me for the addiction. No more words spoken, I swirl around her clit over and over, needing to make sure she is becoming as desperate as I am. I need her ready for my breach. Her pussy, weeps with each swipe, begging me to continue and go deeper. Her sweet cream making my body buzz with the knowledge that all of this now belongs to me.

  “Open your mouth wider, baby. I can’t slow down. Oh shit.” The vision my mind is conjuring of her ripe with my son is making me crazy. Adding my finger to her tiny little hole, I suck her clit into my mouth as my hips pump in and out of her mouth, until I feel her pussy squeeze my finger and see the liquid as it slides out of her as she moans and quivers and I know she is ready. Taking one more drink from her sugar cave, I sit up and slowly pull my cock from her mouth, my rod more than ready. He is now made of steel at this moment not having released all her mouth has built up. “You ok, baby?” I ask her as I turn her around and move her up the bed. Her eyes barely open, but her mouth smiling at me, so swollen and red.

  “Yes,” she whispers. “Please, Nick. Make me yours.” She holds her arms open for me and I am man enough to admit I fall into them. Our mouths meet in a frenzy as our hands refuse to leave each other’s face. Kneeing her legs open, I settle between them and pull back from her mouth.

  “After this, Snow, there is no going back. I know I said we would figure out what happens next after this weekend, but there is nothing to figure out. You belong to me, baby. And I belong to you. Tell me you understand.” My heart begins to beat out of my chest, my mind racing with options I can take if she says no. No matter what happens at this moment she is mine. She looks me in my eyes, tears falling from hers, and she nods her head.

  “Yes, Nick. I understand. Just...just don’t hurt me. I am not sure I can take it. I should also let you know; I have never done this before. I might not meet your expectations.” So fucking beautiful giving me her whole heart. I move some hair from her face and kiss her mouth softly.

  “Never, baby. I will never hurt you. You have no idea how happy it makes me to know I will be your first. It’s only fair I tell you that you will be mine as well.” She looks at me, her face covered in shock and questions, but that can come later. I smile and nod my head before kissing her, letting her know I am not joking. With that I enter her slowly at first to make sure she is with me. When her back arches and her nails begin to dig into my back, I break through the last thing keeping her from belonging to me completely and together we both yell out.

  “NICK!” she screams as my beast breaks through her thin barrier. I stop moving and begin kissing her face.

  “Shhh. It’s ok baby. It’s done. I’m sorry. I won’t move until you tell me to,” I say before I kiss her again, trying to make sure her mind is not stuck on the pain. I need her to be ready sooner than later because the pulsing in my cock is getting stronger. After what feels like forever, she begins to squeeze him with her pussy and moan.

  “Ok, Nick. I’m ready.”

  Thank fuck!

  Snow

  Holy hell!! I had no clue. I know he thought I yelled his name because of the pain. The truth is, I felt nothing but an overwhelming feeling of love. Is that crazy? I haven’t known him longer than a couple of hours at best, but when he broke through my virginity, something inside of me felt ...complete. Whole. I needed a moment to wrap my mind around it. I have been alone for so long. Starring in his eyes, seeing the concern he is showing even though he clearly wants to move, I can’t help but feel cared for and for someone who has been without the love of family and/or friends for what feels like forever, this is enough to make me want to give him any and everything he wants.

  “Ok, Nick. I’m ready.” I say to him, rubbing the side of his face. He leans down and kisses me and begins to move and I feel the amazing sensations go through my body. Having him inside of me, moving and making me his, is setting me on fire. I open my legs wider, needing him as far inside of me as he can get. My hands pushing on his ass, begging without words for him to impale me. Fill me. Stab me with the part of him that will ensure he and I become one and never part. I am no longer thinking about how insane this is. All I can feel is that this is right.

  “Fuck baby. Your pussy feels so good. So fucking tight, squeezing me and pulling me further and further into you. You were waiting for me, weren’t you, baby?” He says in my ear as he sucks on my neck.

  “Yes. Oh God yes, Nick. Only you. Only you.” I say over and over not sure what I am saying. Grabbing his face, I turn him toward my mouth, needing our mouths to once again bond, the action stirring even more of a connection than him inside of me. In a state of franticness, we become like animals. Our bodies moving fast and with urgency, neither of us can control it.

  “Shit, Snow. I told myself I would take it easy on you. Be gentle. Show you how much you mean to me. But, hell if I can. Your pussy is going to be my undoing. Can you handle me, baby?” He asks as he sits up and begins pushing my legs further into my chest, not waiting for my response. Somehow, his dominance and strength, makes me feel more feminine and safe. I answer him the only way I know how.

  “I can handle it, Nick. Fuck me!” is the last thing I get out before he slams into me over and over, the air being knocked from my lungs, as the thrusts make me dizzier and more unaware of everything around me except for the feeling of him inside of me. I have no idea what my hands are doing or what is coming out of my mouth. All I know is I can feel him, straight into my heart, even as his mouth latches onto my nipples and tugs them, sending shots of nerve-ending lightning through me. His eyes are crazed, glossy, moving frantically as sweat drips down his face and chest, my mouth foaming to lick every ounce of it off of him.

  “Son of a bitch. I can’t hold it this first time. I need you to come with me, baby. Come, Snow. COME!” He pinches my clit and I go off with him. The two of us screaming and yelling as we reach the peak of bliss, together. He falls on top of me, breathing hard and deep, as I continue to gasp for air and rub his back. I run my fingers through his hair, something quickly becoming my favorite thing to do, as he kisses the side of my face and neck. “You hungry baby?” he asks me.

  “Yes.” My voice is a mere puff of air. “Should we shower first?” I ask him, trying to get my voice to come back.

  “No need. We are just going to get dirty again. We are eating for energy and going back to bed. This was just the introduction.” Smack. His hand meets my ass.” Get up baby. Let’s go eat so I can have dessert with you on my counter.” Well...what is a girl to say to that?

  I sit at the counter and just watch him, cook, our eyes meeting, promises being sent back and forth. “Grab the tea please and follow me,” he says walking with two plates carrying salad and salmon. We both sit at the table and suddenly, I feel a bit out of place. I don’t recognize I am fidgeting u
ntil his hand lands on top of mine. “Relax, Snow.” He says before kissing my hand and then putting it back on the table so we can eat. “Tell me about you, baby. I want to know everything.”

  Hearing him say this immediately sends my stomach in a frenzy. It begins to bubble and cramp as it hits me. Once I tell him that I am no one, he is not going to want me anymore. Why would he? I have no idea what the hell I have been thinking. That’s just it. I haven’t. I have been caught up in the feelings. Feelings I have never felt. A fairy tale. Oh my. We didn’t use anything. I’m going to be sick. I can feel the panic set in as I contemplate getting up from the table. Everything must show on my face because the next thing I know I am pulled onto his lap being held tight. “I don’t know what is going through your mind but stop it. I meant what I said. You are mine now, baby. I am yours. This is going to be our home. Where we are going to raise our children, grow old and be happy. I would just like to know more about my fiancée, and I am sure you would like to know more about me. Now kiss me and calm down woman.” He says with a chuckle. I can’t help but giggle as I look into his eyes and see the sincerity. Leaning into him, I kiss him as he commanded and everything, I was just worried about fades away. I have no idea how long we sit there, our mouths loving one another before he stops and kisses my nose. “Now, tell me everything.”

  I take a deep breath and tell him what little there is to tell. “Well, there is not much to tell. I never knew my father. My mother died when I was 15, from a heart attack. My next-door neighbor let me stay with her, so I didn’t have to go into the system. The day I turned 18 I moved out. I found a job at Stanley’s Bakery. His wife is like a mom to me in many ways. She made me move upstairs from the bakery and refuses to let me pay her anything.” I smile thinking of Patty’s deep voice, telling me that she always prayed for a daughter and won’t slap God in the face by not treating the one he sent her right. “That’s it. Nothing to tell,” I say shrugging my shoulders.

  “I see. Remind me to thank them for taking good care of my future.” He kisses me again after he says this. “Speaking of future, baby. What do you envision for yours? Do you want to go to college? Do you want to own one? What do you want to do?” I think about my answer for a second, wondering if I should make up something. I want to seem good enough for him. But then I look up at him and I know he is not going to care either way and I want nothing more than to be honest with him and make this work. Taking a deep breath, I answer him.

  “To be honest, all I have ever wanted to do was be a mom and wife. My mom was great. She worked hard to make sure I never felt like a burden to her. She brushed my hair every night, sang me to sleep, rubbed my back if I had a bad day. We danced and sang together while cooking in the kitchen. She told me how much she loved me every day and wouldn’t change a thing. But occasionally, I saw the loneliness in her face. I vowed that I would have the complete family. I want the husband that adores me and our children. That can’t keep his hands off of me. The one that puts us above all others and is ok with the fact that all I want to do is stay home and take care of our children. That’s what I really want,” I say looking him in the face. For what seems like minutes he doesn’t say anything as he stares at me, his eyes boring into my soul, making the inside of me itch. I am seconds from getting off his lap, sure I have turned him off when his voice soaks into me.

  “Are you done eating, my Angel?” I nod my head, my mouth refusing to move. “Good. What do you say we continue working on those kids we both want?” Oh my.

  “Yes, Nick. Put your baby inside of me,” I keen, no longer worried about how I sound.

  “As you wish, my love.” He picks me up and stops. Kissing me sweetly he says simply, “and I do love you, Snow. I know it hasn’t been long, but I have never felt this anyone. The moment I saw you I knew you were meant for me. I am going to spend the rest of my life proving it to you. Beginning now.”

  “Nick, I love you so much!” I say tears streaming down my face. I don’t care how crazy it is. I want this feeling for the rest of my life.

  Nick

  Six Weeks Later

  “Nick. Hurry. Oh shit. Oh shit. We have to be at the party in twenty minutes,” My wife says to me as her pussy leaks all down my face. My tongue making sure not to miss a drop.

  “You know I have to have my daily serving of your creamy pussy. So fucking sweet,” I say before my mouth latches onto the lips of her pussy and continue to suck and lick as my tongue goes numb from my incessant need to be face-first inside her kitty. Her hand slides into my hair and she pushes my head further into her tunnel, quivering as she reaches her peak faster than normal.

  “NICK!!!!” she screams as her back arches off the counter, her dress riding up her hips. I continue to lick and eat until she stops shivering and pushes my face away from my favorite treat. “Enough.” She says giggling. I kiss her hips as I pull her dress down making my way up to her lips. I stop at her stomach and kiss it, making sure my seed that is inside of her, knows daddy loves them more than anything. Except for mom. Kissing her lips, I tell her the one thing I tell her over and over all day.

  “I love you, Angel. Thank you for letting me.” She rubs her face against my hands.

  “Thank you, for making my every dream come true, better than I could have ever imagined. I love you too,” she says leaning into my kiss. Using this as my opportunity to get her back on her back, I begin dropping the straps of her gown, before she smacks my hand away. “Nice try, mister. I am going upstairs to fix my hair and then we have to go. You are the guest of honor by the ways” she says before walking away.

  The past six weeks have been amazing. I asked Snow to marry the morning after our first night together and she said yes, both of us recognizing how nuts people would think we are, but neither of us caring. She had no family and besides my sister, I didn’t care if mine made it so, we were married a week later at the courthouse with my sister Grace and her wife in attendance. Exactly four days ago, we found out Snow is pregnant, and we couldn’t be happier. I would rather stay in bed and celebrate tonight like we have been doing for the past four days, but my company is having a Christmas party and they are honoring me for the charity I started a year ago that I thought no one knew about.

  See, at this time ten years ago, my best friend was killed in a car accident driving home from college. Turns out he was drunk after leaving a Christmas fraternity party. He slid into a ditch and died on impact. Christmas quickly became a time of pain and heartbreak. I started the Joshua Sober Foundation. It is geared toward equipping fraternities and sororities with the funds to hire a driver that can make sure they all get to where they are going safely and without incident. Apparently, the college has been posting it and I wasn’t aware. So, now my wife is making me attend this party when I would rather feast.

  “You ready to go, love?” she asks walking back into the kitchen.

  “I would rather be going into you, Wife,” I answer grabbing her waist.

  “Hey. I just fixed my hair. Come one, Nick. I want to go and show off my husband, then we can leave. We don’t have to stay for the whole thing. I promise.”

  “Fine. Let’s go.” We get our coats on and get in the back of the town car. She has no idea how hard it is for me not to take her right now. I mean, she could ride me and not mess up her hair. Hmmm.

  “Don’t even think about it. I know that look,” she says smiling at me and wagging her finger. Before I know it, we are pulling up to the building and walking inside. Time to put on the smile. I hate parties is the thought I am having right now. Until she turns around and looks at me. Then everything lights up and I would do anything for that look. Anything. I never pictured my life past working. Certainly, didn’t imagine someone as special and beautiful as her was out there waiting on me. I thank God every day, for keeping her safe until I found her. Now that’s my job and I will do it until the day I die.

  Epilogue

  Nick

  Four Years Later

  “Oh, Nick. S
he is so beautiful,” my wife says, staring at our baby girl just born minutes ago. I look at them both, my heart soaring at the love I feel for them both. But I am also feeling a bit ...sore if you will. I have four girls. All the apple of my eye. I am simply wondering what does a man have to do to get a son around this place.

  “What are we going to call her, babe,” she asks me, looking at me like I have the answers to everything. I mean, to be fair, I have been the one to name all of them having had the thoughts in my mind since the moment we met. Our firstborn was aptly named Christmas. She likes to be called Christy. Then there is Winter, Holly and now this one.

  “Angel. She should be named, Angel.” I say kissing the top of my daughter’s head.

  “I love it, Nick. She really does look like an Angel, doesn’t she?”

  “She really does. Thank you, baby. “I love you.” I kiss them both once again, taking advantage of the silence before the rest of the clan get here with my sister and the room is full of girls and noise. “Just promise me next time it will be a boy,” I ask her practically pleading. She looks at me in mock horror.

  “Next time? What makes you think there will be a next time?” she asks, pretending she doesn’t already know the answer to that. But it’s ok. I’ll play along.

  “We both know, baby, that I am never going to stay out of you, and you aren’t ever going to take birth control. We both love the surprise and joy our children bring to our lives. Not to mention that every time you get pregnant, you get extra horny. So, don’t act like you don’t know, my Angel.” I kiss the side of her neck. She is about to respond when the rest of the clan comes swarming in. I find myself standing back and taking it all in. This is my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way.