Page 23 of Praise Me: Lumberjack
“Oh no!” Jenna gasps. “It’s locked and I forgot my keys.”
I don’t waste a single second backing down the stairs and going around to the far side of the trailer. My balls are throbbing like a son of a bitch, she’s in a bathing suit that looks more like lingerie, and she smells like vanilla ice cream.
I can’t go another second with giving her a fucking pound.
“Where are you taking m—” I drop Jenna to her feet, spinning her around to face the trailer, then I get to work unfastening my jeans. “Oh.”
Lord, she’s got me feeling like the character I played in the photoshoot. A big, bad wolf preying on the starlet, his cock thicker than her forearm, bobbing out of his jeans, like a snake getting ready to sink its fangs into her unblemished flesh. She’s so much shorter than me, I can’t help but feel a touch of shame as I strip the bathing suit bottoms down to her ankles, falling to my knees behind her.
A man in prayer, except he’s not praying to God, he’s giving thanks to the tan line that starts at the top of her crack and disappears inside of it.
Just like my tongue does a second later.
Rubbing and tasting that pretty asshole, memorizing that sugary sweetness, the circular groove that leads somewherethat’s too tight for a man my size, but hell if I can’t appreciate knowing it exists and letting that knowledge stiffen me silly. I moan while I lap at her back entrance, my face buried between her young ass cheeks, slipping a hand through her legs to cup her cunt, juicing it like an orange in my grip.
“Yes,” she whimpers, rubbing against my face. Then, “Lick it deeper, Daddy.”
That plea vibrates through me and now I’m mashing my face up against her asshole now, pinning her hips to the trailer while I slaver all over that pucker, groaning over the taste, sawing the length of my tongue against the unknown, while pumping two fingers into her dripping cunt. Holding them deep and jiggling them, remembering the sound she makes when she squirts and barely surviving the resulting wave of heat.
Then I don’t have to remember at all, I’m getting another example firsthand of how incredible this girl’s body is. She squirts onto the forest floor and the side of the trailer, moisture spraying onto my wrist, my hand. And while she’s whining and shaking, I rise to my full height, heft her a few feet off the ground and impale her onto my spike of flesh, bouncing her like a fuck doll, the smooth buns of her ass raking up and down my stomach, her hands flattened on the wall of the trailer, my lower body keeping her aloft.
“Bent over that car like you wanted your man to come and get it, huh?”
“I always want you to come and get it,” she sobs, writhing her butt slowly.
I flatten her to the side of the trailer, grinding my cock up between her legs and making her scream behind her teeth. “Big man like me is a lot of responsibility for rookie pussy like this. You’re going to go from having no experience to experiencing me every time my briefs get too tight. And baby, they’re always going to be too fucking tight around you.”
“I’m always going to be too fucking tight, too,” she rasps, circling that slickness on me—and I snap, going for broke, rutting her into the side of the trailer while my snarls echo around us, my cock tunneling in and out of the only heaven I’ve ever known, while her nails scratch down the aluminum, cries falling from her lips. Cries for deeper, harder, meaner. So I give her all three, sinking my teeth into the curve of her neck and jackhammering that pussy in a blur until I hear her knees slam into the side of the trailer and feel the deluge of pleasure she sets loose with my motherfucking name on it, and I pop off, unleashing a flood that blinds me, quaking me top to bottom, my balls spasming in an ancient rhythm while I chant her name. Over and over. The last woman I will ever touch.
“I love you,” I pant against the nape of her neck when we come crashing down. “I love you, Jenna Fairchild. I’m so in love with you.”
“I’m so in love with you, too, Penn.” A sound wells inside of her, spilling out in the form of a sob. “That’s why I’m not asking you to come back to Los Angeles with me.”
Jenna
I’m not sure where I get the strength to tell Penn goodbye.
But I’m pretty sure he’s the one that helped mefindthat inner strength.
Ironic, that.
As I turn in his embrace and find him looking down at me with a stoic expression, my bones are breaking. It’s everything I can do not to fall into a heap at his feet. The girl that still existsinside of me wants to wrap my arms around his waist and beg him to keep me forever. To use whatever weapons I have in my arsenal to lure him to Los Angeles. But the woman I’ve become isn’t so self-centered.
“Jenna—”
“You have a kid—a wonderful daughter. You have a profession you love,” I heave tearfully. “And you would hate Los Angeles. There are some good things about it, but there are also a lot of people like my manager. Especially in my world. My schedule is hectic and grueling. Maybe…” Pain invades my throat. “Maybe in another life a relationship between us could have been an incredible thing because when I said I love you, I meant it. But part of love is recognizing what’s best for someone and making sure they get it. You taught me that. You taught me a lot of things in only a couple of days, and I’m going to take those lessons with me. I’m going to stand up for myself more. I’m going to—”
“Jenna.”
“What?”
While I was giving my impassioned speech, he’s been fixing his clothing. Now, he patiently and calmly stoops forward long enough to pull my bathing suit bottoms back into place. Once he’s satisfied that the red garment is arranged correctly, he frames my jaw, tilting my head back. “Are you done?”
“Am I done what?”
“Are you done pretending we could walk away from each other and be happy?”
My eyes flood with tears and spill over. “I’ve learned how to live without being happy.”
