The Professor’s Holiday Surprise (Cam Show Crush #1)

14. Paisley

Chapter 14

Paisley

After two weeks of keeping our distance but talking every single day about what’s to come, I wasn’t sure finding Noah after my exam would live up to my fantasy.

It’s so, so much better.

He can’t stop kissing me, which makes me feel so special.

At my car, he opens the driver’s side door but then cages me in against the pillar. “Drive safely, my girl. But swiftly, because I’m hungry for you.”

I reach up between his big strong arms and cup his face. And I kiss him, thrilled to be able to do this openly—at least in this moment. “I’ll be behind you the whole way. And it’s a gorgeous clear day.”

“I know. I just…” He shudders, then pulls me into his open jacket. He’s warm inside, all big brawny muscle under his button-down shirt, and it’s incredible that I have that kind of an effect on him.

I take his hat off my head and put it back on him. “Me, too, cowboy.”

He kisses me once more, then makes sure I put on my seat belt before he closes the door and taps the roof.

The entire drive back to Wildflower Hollow feels like a dream. We pass my aunt’s house. When I let her know I wouldn’t be back for a few days, she barely looked away from the TV.

Then the feed store is at the edge of town.

My heart is in my throat when we take the next turn. It’s a short drive to Noah’s road. We pass two other ranches before we turn an arched sign that reads Wildfire Ranch.

The lane goes through two front pastures, and there are horses in one of them, which makes me smile. Then the ranch buildings are just beyond that, and Noah parks his truck in the middle of a gravel circle.

He’s already out of his truck as I pull up to a stop beside him, and he jogs around to open my door as soon as I turn off the engine.

The smile on his face is everything. “Welcome to our ranch.”

“It’s beautiful.”

He laughs as he tucks me in against his body. “It’s Wyoming in the winter.”

“I love it.”

The house is a big sprawling farmhouse with a long veranda. The middle part of the house has a second story, and long wings on either side look newer. Down the gravel driveway is another house, a single story one decorated in Christmas lights, and beyond that are a couple of barns set at the foot of rising hills.

“Come on inside. We have the place to ourselves.” He grabs the overnight bag I packed, then tugs me toward the house.

“Where are your brothers?”

“Drew and Zane are in Las Vegas.” He gives me a heated look that makes Wyoming in winter feel almost tropical. “I bought them tickets to a big rodeo as a bribe to give us some alone time. Trick is at his house a half-mile up into the hills. He’ll help with the chores tonight.”

“We’re doing chores?” I think I sound delighted, but Noah must hear the question as shock, because he quickly shakes his head.

“ I am doing chores. That’s the trade off for the privacy. Our ranch manager Raul will help, too. You can do whatever you want.” He opens the front door and steps inside. “Come on in.”

“Chores sound fun, though. Like another hands-on practical test.”

He chuckles as he hangs up his coat. “While it is very cute that you are excited about another test today, I didn’t invite you here to work.”

“I know. But?—”

“We’ll argue about that later.” He helps me out of my puffy vest, his hands lingering on my arms as he gives me a look of concern. “You need a better winter coat than this.”

“I know. I haven’t had time to go shopping.”

“That’s what the internet is for.”

Embarrassed, I look down at my feet. “My budget is more in the thrift store range.”

He’s silent for a moment, then he strokes along my jaw with a warm, strong finger before slowly tipping my chin up. When I meet his gaze, he gives me a soft, gentle smile. “I’m going to buy you a new coat. And you’re going to accept it without a word of protest, okay? Because Daddies take care of their little girls.”

My toes tingle in my boots at the sincerity. “Oh.”

“I want to make you dance for joy every single day. I want you to be safe and warm. I need?—”

His expression goes very serious.

I stop breathing.

“Daddies probably aren't supposed to be needy,” he mutters.

“You can be needy,” I say so faintly I’m not sure he’ll hear it.

And then I’m in his arms. We’re kissing as we stumble through a door between that first mudroom and what looks like a nice big kitchen. I bump into something—an island—and then he’s lifting me up and fitting himself between my thighs.

“I missed you so fucking much.” His mouth trails down my neck. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to just maul you.”

“Please maul.” I shiver.

He hitches up one of my knees and strokes his hand down the back of my calf, over my jeans. He grabs my boot and sends it flying. Repeats the kissing-and-de-booting on the other foot, and then he yanks my sweatshirt up over my head.

I’m giggling as he takes a step back and looks at me, his mouth slack and his gaze glassy.

“You…”

I shrug. “Yep. This is me.”

He crashes back against me, his hands everywhere now. On my tits through my tank top, on my bare waist as he tugs it up. On my jean-clad hips as he yanks me right to the edge of the counter and grinds his hard, heavy erection against my clit, nailing the right spot even through two layers of denim.

“You’re perfect.”

“Who? Hoodie girl?” I gesture at the fitted, stretchy tank top I’m wearing. I’m not small, exactly, but my breasts don’t weigh anything. If body parts could be clouds, that would be my tits. Fluffy and light, I don’t really need to wear a bra. And I don’t like them. Underwire hurts unless it’s expensive and well-fitted, and I can’t afford expensive, well-fitted bras. “I’m just a casual girl all the way down to my base layers.”

“Is this…” He wipes his mouth. “Standard?”

“What?”

“No bra.”

I glance down. “Yeah, in the winter.”

“Fuuuuck.” He cups my breasts through the light shirt. “I can see your nipples.”

“They can see you, too,” I deadpan.

He chuckles, then groans, as if he’s in pain. “Do you know how fucking insane I’d have been all term had I known you didn’t have a fucking bra on under those sweatshirts?”

He’s breathing pretty hard now and he does actually look a little insane.

I love it.

Reverently, he peels my tank top down my chest. My breasts pop out and bounce, and the unholy sound he makes is the best early Christmas present a girl could ever receive.

“You’re so beautiful,” he roughly whispers as he cups my bare tits in his hands for the first time. “I’ve waited for you so long, baby. Didn’t know I was waiting for you until you danced into my life.”

Maybe this is why dating never worked out for me before.

I was Noah’s all along, and I just needed to find my way to Wildflower Hollow so I could step into his path.

As his thumbs caress my nipples, making my head spin, he drags his gaze up to my face again.

“Paisley.”

He says my name with even more reverence than he looked at my breasts with. It’s solemn and serious.

My breath catches.

“Tell me to slow down here.” His chest is heaving and his erection is straining against the front of his jeans.

“Slow down?” I shake my head. “I waited twenty eight years for this, Noah. Go faster.”

“I need to treat you right.” He sounds on the edge . “I’m going to marry you, Paisley Stevenson.”

I stop breathing.

“Gonna make you my wife.” He crowds closer, his breath warm on my lips. “Gonna put babies in you.”

I moan and he licks into my mouth, kissing me so deep and dirty it feels like this kiss could make babies.

And I want them. I want it all.

My fingers shake as I undo his shirt. His chest beneath is hard and hot. Right. This is right. My fingers stop shaking by the time I get to his belt. His zipper.

He works just as fast on my jeans, and with every inch of bare skin revealed, his groans get deeper and more primal. He only lets go of me long enough to get his own boots off, and then we’re both down to just underwear.

“Another pair of Christmas panties?” He traces the Christmas tree on my mound. “Underneath your good girl exterior, you’re nothing but sexy little secrets, aren’t you?”

“Take them off,” I plea.

He groans as he strips me bare and finds me freshly shaved. “Sexy. Little. Secrets.”

Ducking his head, he kisses my mound. His lips feel electric on the fully exposed skin.

I remember how he took his glasses off in his office, but this time he leaves them on as he licks and sucks at my pussy.

He’s so handsome it hurts my chest. I’ve been warm and aching for him since he kissed me at school, and now to see his head between my legs, I’m overwhelmed.

“What do you think?” He glances up, his glasses askew. And smudged.

I think I love you.

A lazy, happy smile tugs at his mouth as we stare at each other. “Are you ready to take me inside you? You taste ready.”

He straightens up enough to kiss my breasts.

I throw my head back.

He kisses my neck. “Paisley…”

I squirm.

“I need to hear you say it, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “You taste so ready. You taste ripe . Let me have you right here. We’ve waited long enough.”

If I open my mouth, I’m going to say three little words that will take this already intense moment to a level that scares me.

And I want to stay right here, on the mind-blowing sex level.

So I reach between us and push his boxer briefs down, freeing his cock.

“Oh my God,” I whisper.

Not the three words I was afraid of saying.

These three words are perfect for this moment. Even as a virgin, I know men like to be complimented on their erections, and Noah has a lot to compliment.

I take his cock in my hand. It’s so warm, and it pulses against my fingers, thick and veined.

“It’s huge,” I say.

“He’ll fit.”

I rub the head against my clit, both of us watching. “Will he? He’ll just…slip right in?”

“Might not just slip in.” He groans. “That feels so good. Fuck, this is how oops babies happen.”

I suck in a breath. “Not really an oops if we’ve already named them, right?”

“Truth. And it won’t be accidental on my part.” His gaze is hot and hooded. “I’ve wanted to give you babies since the first moment we met.”

A reminder that our connection has been there from the very beginning.

His fingers wrap around mine, taking over control of this moment. He drags his erection right to my entrance.

“When I come inside you, Paisley, I’ll be praying for it to take. You good with that?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Then hold on tight. I’m going make your sweet little innocent pussy take every inch of my fat cock.”

The thick, flared crown presses me open, making my flesh stretch wide around him. That first burning intrusion takes my breath away, and I squirm away from him, but he’s got his arms banded tightly around me.

There’s no escaping this now.

He dips his head, his forehead pressing against mine. Pushing both of our gazes down to lock between my legs. “Look at you take me.”

Oh God. There’s so much of him that still has to push inside me. “I can’t. You don’t fit.”

“I’ll fit, baby.” He circles his finger around my clit. “Tell me you want me to breed you. Tell me you want Daddy’s baby in this tight little hole.”

His voice is hypnotic. I do. I do want that. I want every sexy promise he makes me, every deep, private intimacy we’ve ever fantasized about.

As long as he keeps up the dirty talk, maybe I can do this.

“Yes,” I managed to moan around the panic in my throat.

“Tell me.” He groans as he pushes his hips, claiming another inch of my virgin pussy. “I need my little Christmas elf to tell me she wants a cowboy baby inside her.”

“I do.” I’m panting, barely breathing, just little gasps.

He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and squeezes. “Deep breaths for Daddy.”

“I can’t.”

“You can. You feel incredible,” he groans again, and I love that sound. Even through my panic, I love it so much, because that sound is love. “So hot and tight around me. I can’t wait until I’m all the way deep, baby, and it feels this good for you, too.”

I exhale slowly, breathing deeper than before, and inch by inch, he works the full length of his erection into my body.

And the stretch is still too much.

It still makes my head spin.

But on the distant side of the spinning is a wonderful fullness, a feeling of being stuffed that I want more of.

Noah waits, his body straining.

I keep breathing.

And then…

Then I move against him, and it feels good.

“Yeah?” He reads my mind and grins. “Good girl. Fuck, Paisley, that’s so good. You ready to feel a bit more?”

“Yes.” I start sobbing, but also laughing, and he kisses my face, licking away my tears.

He pulls his hips back, dragging his length out of me, then eases them forward again.

Holy fuck.

“Yes,” I breathe. Excited now.

He moves again, faster now.

I move with him, and he pulls out of me by accident.

We both laugh as he lines himself up, and this time, he pushes all the way in on one single thrust.

Holy festive fuck. Yes please.

“More,” I plead. “Harder, Noah. Harder.”

I tighten my legs around him, clinging to him as he thrusts deeper, giving me more, giving me harder.

Inside, his cock gets bigger, stretching me to the limits.

Everything narrows to where we fit together, just barely. Where he made me slick and then used that to find new space. Our space. Breeding space.

Desire coils tight in a way I don’t recognize. A new, intense orgasm I could never have imagined is barrelling toward me.

“My baby.” He groans, his hands dragging me up and down his shaft now. “I’m going to fill you up. Need to, Paisley. God damn it, tell me you’ll take my seed.”

“Deep inside me,” I promise. My voice hitches. I’m close now, every part of me taut, every movement delicious and so close to the edge. “Yes…”

“You need this.”

“Yes…”

“Daddy’s gonna knock you up. Put a baby in your tummy.”

“I’m yours to breed. Make me pregnant, Noah!”

He thrusts relentlessly. “Only after you come. Only when I feel you milking me. Squeeze my cock, Paisley. Lock it in and make me spend.”

I push my hand to my clit and rub, and that’s all it takes, Noah fucking me and the lightest fingertip touch on my clit.

I go off like a rocket. I swear I bounce off the counter, but Noah holds on tight. He wraps himself around me, and as my own fireworks go off, I feel the unmistakable sensation of his heavy cock pulsing his release deep in my belly.