Page 84 of Jealous Lumberjack

The tight clutch of her makes me see white. Fuck, she’s so small, so tight, I can barely breathe.

“Easy,” I groan, forehead pressed to hers as she claws at my back. “You’re gripping me like a fucking iron fist. Gonna split you open, petal.”

“Do it,” she whimpers. “I can take it. Take it, Bear. It’s yours.”

The sound of that rips me clean apart. My petal, begging for me, begging for all of me.

I drive deeper, inch by inch, feeling her body stretch around me, fight me, then give. Fight. Give. Fight. Give.

Sweet heavenly fucking fuck.

She sobs against my mouth, but it’s not all pain. It’s the same savage need tearing through me. Her pussy clenches in vise-likegrips, drawing me in like it was spun from threads meant only for me.

And then—Christ—I send a prayer and push. And she… fuck, she takes that last inch. The one I’ve held back. The one I’ve denied her because I was half-convinced it would break her.

But she takes it.

All of me. Root to tip.

I roar my triumph into her throat, pounding my fist into the tree beside her head to keep from collapsing. “Fuck—Lily—petal—you did it. Took me. Every inch.”

“I… I did?”

“Yes, baby. What a fucking good girl you are. The keeper of my very own special edition cunt now, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” Her nails score bloody lines down my shoulders. “Don’t stop, Bear. Please don’t stop. Fuck me.”

I grind deep, hips locked, savoring the perfect fit. She’s so tiny, yet she’s holding me like her body was carved for this moment. A fairytale come to life, but not the sweet kind. The dark one. The true one.

“My perfect Goldilocks,” I rasp, nipping her earlobe, voice shredded. “Still too little and too tight, but I’ve trained it right, haven’t I? Now it lets me in just right. This sweet pussy… just right for me.”

She gasps, her body shuddering as my words hit, her cunt spasming tight around me. I almost lose it then and there.

“Maybe I should call you Goldilocks now,” I growl, fucking her harder, pounding her into the tree, sap sticking to my palms as I brace us both. “Perfect little Goldilocks with the perfect cunt. Mine. Always mine.”

Her cries echo through the trees, raw and shameless. She clenches, milks me, her release flooding me until I’m roaring again, losing myself in the savage rhythm of taking and giving, claiming and being claimed.

“Look at you,” I snarl, kissing her jaw, her mouth, her temple between thrusts. “So small, so goddamn strong. Taking every inch of your Bear like you were born for it.”

She sobs my name and sinks her nails in, tiny vicious bites I’m addicted to, her body trembling as another climax wrecks her. The sight, the feel…Jesus, it unravels me.

I slam deep, deeper, hold her there, and explode, my release pulsing into her until I can’t tell where I end and she begins. My vision tunnels as my body convulses, and still I hold her up, keep her caged against the tree because she’s mine.

My found treasure. My forever.

Her lips find mine, sloppy and sweet, as she pants against my mouth. “I did it, Bear. I took all of you.”

The pride in her voice makes my chest cave in, a ragged growl vibrating through me as I kiss her hard.

“You did, petal. You’re my perfect little Goldilocks. And I’ll never let you go.”

Several minutes later, when an ounce of strength has returned, I exhale with one vow ringing in my chest.

Whatever comes, I’m fighting for this till the final bell, and I’m the last man standing with my precious petal in my arms.

Lily

I’m still clingingto him long minutes later.