Page 35 of Jealous Lumberjack

By the tenth I’m lost.

I’m the luckiest fucking guy in the world to have her scream her climax one hot second before I spill hot and thick and endless inside her, the world cracking open. My hands crush her hips to keep her in place to receive my load, my mouth buried against her throat, biting, marking.

And I come so hard I see stars.

Feel my cum dripping out of her down myballsto soak my jeans.

With every tremor that shakes through her, her cunt tightens, milks another spurt from me. I’m just a couple of inches inside my petal, but that’s all it takes for her to drain me dry. To rob me of five years’ worth of eager seed.

When the tremors ease, I pull back just enough to see her.

Her lashes are heavy, lips swollen, face dazed. But she blinks up at me, her shyness warring with minxy triumph.

And God help me, I’m falling.

I should ease her off my dick, but Jesus, I can’t... I want to stay here until the world ends.

My chest heaves like I just went twelve rounds in the ring. My cock’s still twitching, buried shallow inside her, leaking the last of me.

Five years of starving myself.

Of refusing every easy lay, every eager groupie, every false promise. I swore I wouldn’t let obsession hollow me out again.

And then one slip of a girl tumbles into my snare, and I’m roaring my release into her body like a beast.

Addiction.

That word gnaws at me anew, reminds me that I’verun from itall my life. I’ve seen it destroy men, including half the locker room. They all had their poisons. Pills, booze, needles.

Today, I’m discovering mine may be worse. Because... fuck.

I think... I think mine isher.

I try to ease out of her, but her legs clamp tighter around me.

Christ.

My gut lurches, half pain, half pleasure. She doesn’t want to let go. And I don’t either.

I brace my hands against the blanket, drag in ragged breaths. “Fuck, Lily.” My voice cracks, raw.

Her eyes flutter open again. Dazed. Feral. Beautiful.

Something shifts inside me. No going back.

I ease out, tuck myself away, then scoop her up. She whimpers, but curls into my chest, boneless. My arms wrap tight, like if I let go, she’ll vanish.

I stride back to the cabin, my mindinchaos.

You’re falling.

Too fast.

Too hard.

And God help me, I don’t give a single shit.

Lily