Page 5 of Lumberjack DADDY (Yes, Daddy #55)

EMERY

L ying in bed later that night, I find myself staring at the ceiling, replaying that little scene with Eli in my mind’s eye and smiling.

I’m normally not a forward girl. I’m not the sort who’s going to spot a man across the club, make a beeline for him, and strike up a conversation.

That’s just not my style. Not that I have a style.

But I’m usually a bit more reserved. Some would probably call me demure.

I’m definitely not outgoing or extroverted.

And yet, there’s something about Eli that made me feel… bold.

Daring even.

I laugh softly and shake my head. I’m still in shock that I was so forward and even flirtatious with the man.

I’ve never done that before. There is just something about him that invites me to be that way.

It’s probably because he’s “safe,” so to speak.

Nothing with him will ever happen. I know that.

Not only is he twice my age, but he’s far too gruff and grumpy.

So, maybe, this is my way of learning to come out of my shell.

Maybe I’m just practicing with him so that when I go back to the real world, free of my horrible ex and all that life entailed, I can learn to become who I want to be.

Still, I can’t deny that he’s a gorgeous man. He’s the living embodiment of “tall, dark, and handsome.” Images of him shirtless and chopping wood cycle through my mind and set my heart fluttering.

With his thick, dark beard, he reminded me of a lumberjack.

And recalling the way his sweat-slicked body glistened in the sunshine, seeming to accentuate his tight, corded muscles, makes me quiver and warm down low. I bite my bottom lip, trying to stop the heat, but it’s not long at all before I’m soaking wet.

I slide my hand down, slipping it over my breasts, then down my flat, taut belly.

As images of Eli flash through my mind, I slip my hand into my panties and gasp as I brush my clit.

I squeeze my eyes shut and bite harder on my bottom lip, groaning as I stroke my wet, swollen lips.

And when I dip two fingers into myself, I gasp.

Electricity runs through my body as I slide my fingers in and out of my sex, my entire body quivering.

“Eli,” I moan.

In my mind’s eye, I picture him looming over me, his eyes burning into mine.

I feel his big, strong hands slide all over my naked body as he kisses my neck.

I shudder. As I strum my clit, I gasp, imagining him between my legs, his tongue flicking my button as his beard tickles the insides of my thighs.

Squeezing my breast with one hand, giving my nipple a firm pinch, I keep rubbing my clit with the other.

Fire flows through my veins, and my legs begin to shake.

Writhing on the mattress, I pump my fingers in and out of my hot, wet hole, picturing Eli inside of me. I imagine him bending me over the table and yanking my hair back as he pounds himself into me hard and deep.

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan. “Fuck me harder, Daddy.”

Eli flips me over, and I spread my legs, plunging my fingers into my sex furiously, imagining it’s his long, thick cock.

I slide my other hand down and strum my clit at the same time, picturing Eli’s mouth on mine, on my neck, and my breasts.

He grazes my stiff, sensitive nipples with his teeth, sending a hard shudder coursing through me.

In my imagination, he slides his hand up around my throat, squeezing it good and tight.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.

My eyes roll into the back of my head as I work my clit with one hand and drive the fingers on the other into my pussy with a wild abandon.

I cry out Eli’s name, white hot passion crackling through my veins.

I picture him being rough with me. Using his size to take me.

To make me his. My breath is shallow and ragged, and I’m tingling from head to toe.

As I thrust two fingers deep into me, I arch my back and scream his name, imagining all the different ways I want him to use me, each one filthier than the last. People have this image of me.

They see me and think I’m this sweet and wholesome girl next door.

What they don’t know is that I have a healthy sex drive, and my fantasies are rough and dirty.

I don’t act on them and keep them to myself.

But I have them all the same. And right now, I would really love to act out all those filthy fantasies with Eli.

Pounding myself with my fingers, I keep rubbing my clit. My entire body is trembling, and my breath bursts from my mouth in stuttering gasps. My smile is shaky, and my groans fill the room all around me. The pressure is building up low inside of me, and I know I’m nearing the pinnacle.

“Yes, Daddy. Just like that. Just like that.”

My stomach clenches, and my entire body tightens.

A low, sultry moan passes my lips as my stomach drops, and I suddenly feel weightless.

My moan turns into a piercing cry as a powerful orgasm washes over me.

My legs shake wildly, and my body feels like I’m burning from the inside out.

As I come, I keep driving my fingers into my slick, warm hole, desperate to prolong the pleasure that’s flowing through me.

My orgasm slowly begins to ebb, though, and I press my head back against my pillows, letting out a contented sigh. My trembling subsides, and I can’t keep the smile off my lips.

I’m never going to sleep with Eli, but I have my fantasies and my imagination.

And that has to be enough.

With fragments of my fantasy still drifting through my mind, I close my eyes and drift off into the best night of sleep I’ve had in a while.