Page 12 of Saved By the Lumberjack
Ivy rolls her eyes, sighing heavily with impatience.
Believe me, I know how she fucking feels. Right now my dick's so hard I can barely think and my body craves hers like ajunkie jonesing for a fix. The physical feelings are so intense, it's like nothing I've ever experienced before.
Every cell of my body is humming at a new frequency, demanding that I get inside Ivy's tight little cunt and fill her womb with my seed. It's a powerful feeling and it takes every bit of strength I can muster to remember we're not ancient cave people still driven by our most basic needs.
"You just had traumatic experience, Ivy. I get it if this is some kind of response to that for you; if you need to burn off tension or if your body needs to replace that with something positive but that's not what I want."
I want her so fucking bad, my dick's leaking precum and making a hell of a mess of the front of my sweat pants. My brain is telling me to make sure we're on the same page before we go further; my body is telling me to breed her and deal with the consequences later.
"What are babbling about, Jake?" Ivy's hand tugs at my clothes, making it clear what she wants.
"I knew you were mine the minute I saw you. When they came up to our work camp and I found out it was you that was missing, I lost my mind. I need you to stay here. In Moonshine Ridge, with me. I need you to be my woman-- my wife-- mother of my children.
"I'm all in with you, Ivy. Please tell me I'm not alone on this."
This time, when she pushes at my pants, I let her, kicking the damn things off my legs and giving in to the primal drum beating in my brain.
"Do you really mean that, Jake?"
Ivy's hands clutch at my hips, bringing me in line with her core. The head of my cock is notched against her entrance. I can feel her heat, how wet she is for me again.
"I really mean it, Ivy. This is the real deal, I'm in love with you and I plan on spending a lifetime making sure you believe it."
"Sounds like a plan," she tells me, a smile stretching those pretty lips that makes me feel like a fucking king. "Could you please fuck me now? I need you inside me."
I'm all too happy to start making good on my promise right now. I'll give this angel anything she wants, starting with my cock.
Between us, we're both wet enough that it doesn't take much effort to glide past Ivy's entrance. Her slick channel immediately starts clenching my shaft, pulsing around me like her body wants my seed planted inside her as much I want it there too.
That need is answered all too damn fast. I only manage to thrust a few times before I know I can't possibly last long enough for all the filthy things I want to do to this woman.
Ivy moves with me, meeting my thrusts and finding what works for her. I do my best to keep my sanity, letting her movements and her soft cries be my guide as I help her along.
She's so fucking beautiful. The way her breaths are jagged and hard, making her breasts bounce on her chest. A thin sheen of sweat has beaded over her skin and I can only watch her so long before I can't resist pulling one of her hard nipples into my mouth.
Her hand holds mine, using my fingers to rub firm circles over her swollen little bud until her body breaks loose on mine.
When I made her come on my face for me, her orgasm was a series of sharp gasps, and a few pleading words of yes and more. This one feels like she's shattering underneath me.
It's like being inside an earthquake; the snug fit of her sheath tightens impossibly on my cock. I can't thrust in that grip. My body's forgotten how anyway.
Ivy's hands grip my shoulders, her body shaking as her voice rises in a shout that's part moan and part my own name.
My brain breaks.
There's nothing else I can do but follow her over that same ledge.
Before Ivy goes limp, I'm pumping into her, washing her insides with jets of cum. Even after my balls are empty, I can still feel myself trying to pump more into her.
Finally, my muscles go slack and I collapse over Ivy's body, careful not to slip out of her as I wrap her up in my arms.
"Not exactly a screamer, but definitely not quiet, baby."
Ivy kisses me, drawing a finger lightly down the side of my face as she looks at me with those clear emerald eyes.
"You're not exactly quiet yourself, you know."
"No sneaking you into camp then. I guess I'll have to keep you here at home and sneak down the mountain to get to you."
