Page 42 of Jealous Lumberjack

I tease her there again and again until she’s a whiny mess. Until her neglected clit is engorged. And while I’d love nothing more than to toss that ripe cherry of a fat clit between tongue and teeth, I need her next climax to be with me buried deep inside her cunt.

So I rise, step out of my boots, and peel off my jeans.

“Open wider for Bear, baby,” I grunt.

She obeys, her feet planting on the rock as I surge up over her.

My cock dripping, I press the head to her entrance, and work two inches inside, nice and fast.

She gasps, claws at my chest.

“Shhhh, easy now. Just the tip,” I rasp, sliding in slow, stretching her inch by crazy delicious inch. “That’s what I said last time. But today... you’re going to take more. I’ve worked that pretty cunt nice and good, haven’t I?”

A snarled sound works free of her throat as I press another inch into her strangling heat.

“Arrgh!” Her nails drag down my pecs, leaving red trails. Pain sparks, and I groan, hold still, fight the need to grind harder.

“Fuck, do that again.”

Her head thrashes on the rock. “W-what?”

“Scratch me. Hurt me good. Be rough, baby. I can take it.”

Her eyes flare wide in surprise and a little alarm and she looks down at the fingers digging into my flesh. Then she shakes her head.

My stubborn, beautiful petal.

I pull back and thrust deeper, and she snarls and rakes her nails over my shoulders. I growl, rutting harder, her tight heat clamping down around me.

“That’s it. Yes. Mark me. Show me I’m yours too.”

Her eyes grow wider at my words. Hesitation battles heat, then she slaps my chest, timid at first. My cock throbs inside her.

“Harder,” I growl. “Go feral for your Bear.”

She does.

She slaps me as hard as her puny hand can manage, but the sound still cracks satisfyingly through the mountain air, and my hips jerk, driving another inch into her. I roar, half feral, kissing her hard.

“Oh m-m-my God,” she gasps against my mouth. “You like it. You really?—”

“Love it,” I bite out. “You giving me what no one else ever dared. Every woman wanted to tame me, make me gentle. But you—fuck, you’re perfect.”

Something shifts in her eyes then, power sparking bright. She grabs a fistful of my hair, yanks my head back, and she slaps me harder yet.

And the fucking amazing thing? I feel her gush, and I sink another desperate inch inside her.

She screams as I stretch her to breaking point, but she slaps me again.

And again.

And a-fucking-gain.

“Fuck, yes,” I groan, every muscle locking as she takes me deeper, her slick body stretching around me. “That’s it, flower. More. Use me. Abuse me as you gush for me. Take your Bear deeper. One more inch.”

Her moans echo off the rocks, raw and vocal, as she begins to roll her hips, meeting my desperate thrusts, testing her strength against my size.

Every slap of my rock-hard balls against her ass, her body against mine, drives me closer to the edge. My vision blurs, the mountain itself trembling with our sounds.