Page 20 of Jealous Lumberjack

“No,” she whimpers. “T-too much.”

“Yes. Never too much. One more, little rabbit. You’re mine,” I rasp against her, licking slow now, teasing. “All mine. And I’ll be the only one who knows how to satisfy you.”

Her fingers twist in my hair, pulling. She looks down at me, dazed, lips swollen and cheeks flushed.

I’m staring deep into her eyes when I start to lick her again, twirling my tongue over her engorgedclit. She hisses and squirms, pulling tighter at my hair.

My cock throbs, wails in pain, surges, and jets pre-cum into my pants, but I don’t let up. I eat this fresh, perfect pussy, groaning at her honeyed taste, dying at how perfect she is. Her little hole is so fucking tight it’s clear she’s never been serviced properly.

Then I mourn because there’s no way this tight little cunt can take my fat girth. I was named The Grizzly because not a single part of my body is average.

So maybe this is all I’ll be able to do to this perfect littlepocket Venuswith the tightest cunt in existence.

But fuck if I don’t go for broke and draw every ounce of cream I can get from her.

“Come for me, beautiful rabbit. One more, baby. Gush for me. There’s a good girl.”

A cry builds in her panting chest.

Builds and builds and?—

I yank down her bra cups, groan as her beautiful hard-tipped breasts spill into my waiting hands. I catch the perfect buds between my fingers, pluck and tease and torment until she cries out again.

Then she releases into my waiting mouth. I drink her down, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, my balls screaming in agony.

I don’t even care that I’m one short heartbeat from coming in my pants.

That watching Lily shudder through her sublime climax is probably the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen on my mountain.

I lick her soft and long until she’s a pliant bundle against my tree.

Then rising, unable to stem the low and dangerous growl unfurling in my chest, I haul her into my arms. Her head lolls against my shoulder, eyes heavy-lidded, body limp with release.

Sexually sated. Sleepy. Perfect.

Docile. Fucking finally.

The moonlight paints her golden as I carry her back to my cabin. My lair.

Where she belongs.

4

KNOX

Her body’s soft in my arms, her head against my chest, the taste of her still coating my tongue. The forest is silent again, but inside me?

Chaos.

I stride back toward the cabin, every step heavy with something I can’t name. Hunger. Fear. Possession.

At the door, I pause. Look down at her.

Her lashes lie dark against her cheeks, her lips parted, her breath still shaky from climax. My little rabbit, fucked half-senseless from nothing more than my mouth.

She ran. Twice.

A little farther this second time because I wasn’t paying attention. Fooled myself into thinking she was done running.