Blossom in Winter (Blossom in Winter #1)(99)

Alexander Van Dieren





I find her too comfortable. I wonder how she can manage to have her mouth stuffed so full and not be terrified. She also hasn’t gagged yet. I decide to force myself a bit farther. Fuck, she has to let go, give her entire control to me. As I’m lustily moving up and down, her eyes start watering. I can see her drooling, her breath getting louder, her pulse quickening, then I finally hear her gag for the first time. Oh God, I love to hear her gagging. Her reflexes are trying to expel me. I pull my cock away from the back of her throat. The view is breathtaking, and my heartbeat is just as loud and intense, if not more so, than hers. She is really here. Fuck. She’s really here on her knees sucking me deep. I’ve got to shut my eyes at the intensity of the pleasure. I’m so warm that my body starts sweating, and my mouth drops wide open to drag some precious air into my lungs. “Ahhh… Keep going…”

And she does keep going, eating me so hungrily that the slurping sounds coming from her become too loud for me not to tremble. Damn, she’s driving me crazy. “Ahhh…” I can’t stop groaning at the feel of her warm lips and saliva on me. Shit, I’m the one who’s losing control. My mind is in such a state of euphoria that I can barely contain my imminent orgasm. “Fuck…” She’s gonna make me cum sooner than I wanted. “Oh Petra…” I give up. I’m so insanely possessed that with deep, loud moans, I let myself go and finish into her little mouth. She manages to suck my tip and drink me all. Jeez! She has well-earned it. I notice tears coursing down her face, and when I hear her swallow all I have to give, I can’t help but growl between panting breaths. As I remove my cock from her mouth, she instinctively coughs and splutters, taking quick, short gasps, her face wonderfully red, wet, and messy. “You are so beautiful. God,” I breathe, exhausted, kissing the top of her head repeatedly. “I’m so proud of you,” I whisper.

I tuck my cock back inside my boxers, pull her up on my lap, nestle her head against my chest, and stroke her long hair.





Petra Van Gatt





I can still feel him in my mouth as sharply as if he were still inside. My heart is still racing, the back of my throat still hurting. Since it feels too hard to talk, I remain silent. A smile of pride and satisfaction lights up my face as I observe the flames dancing in the fireplace. He’s so wild—more than I ever thought. I should feel scared, ashamed, terrified of him, and yet, to my surprise, I feel a craving for more of the sensations that only his wildest side can provide. Wow. I realize how much pleasure being his gives me, to an extent I didn’t even know was possible. Is there something wrong with me? I let out a breath and close my eyes.





Alexander Van Dieren





Without Petra noticing, Maria, her face down and restrained, silently steps inside the room with a big glass of water and a painkiller served on a silver tray—I’m still impressed how fast she can read my texts and bring what I instruct. I take both, and Maria walks backwards, leaving without a sound.

“Hey…” I whisper before placing a kiss on the top of Petra’s head. “Take this and drink some water.” She looks back at me, her face still wet with tears as she wonders for a second how this glass and white pill appeared, but it doesn’t matter. She puts it in her mouth and takes a long drink before I kiss her forehead. “Feeling better?”

She smiles and nods. I know the back of her throat is still sore—talking might be too hard. The medicine needs some time to take effect. “In an hour or two, you’ll be fine,” I whisper in her ear.

She snuggles herself comfortably against my body and shuts her eyes, resting there quietly.

“Thank you,” she murmurs before falling asleep.

I wonder what she is thanking me for. Is it the glass of water? Or because I fucked her little mouth rough and deep? I don’t know, but from the big, proud smile she had on her face, I’d say it’s the latter.





Bedford Hills, December 22, 2019

Petra Van Gatt





I have never felt this kind of love before. Heck, I don’t even know if it’s healthy. And yet, I need more than what he’s given me so far. I want so much to move here, live with him, marry him, and bear his children, but I know all of these are just wild fantasies that have to be contained deep down in my heart. I’m “too young,” as everyone—especially him—would say at just the thought of these things. I let out a sigh. These are the fantasies that terrify me the most. I feel so embarrassed and ashamed to even think about them. But I know he’s the one, so why wait? After all, we’ve met all of the conditions required to move the relationship forward. I’ve tried to quiet my desires, but it seems so obvious, so why not? Why not talk to him about it? Why should we wait years to make our relationship official? Oh my... I swoon just at the idea I could be his wife. “Why don’t we get engaged?” I ask quietly, my face in the pillow.

Alex remains focused on tracing a line of kisses down my naked back as we lie in bed, waiting for breakfast.

“You just turned eighteen...” he replies as he reaches the small of my back. “Don’t feel pressure because I’m older. I can wait…” And he places another kiss there.