Page 8 of Protected By the Lumberjack
My dick surges, swelling impossibly harder in the grip she takes around my girth.
She's wearing another one of my flannels. I swear she lives in the things and today was no exception. It's so big on her and with the top buttons left undone-- probably to torture me with those peek-a-boo glimpses of her cleavage-- it's easy to pull the shirt up over her head and toss it on the floor.
Honey's voluptuous body is in front of me, the full, heavy breasts I've been aching to hold, naked with the hard, rosy tips brushing my chest.
In a second, I've got my own shirt off; I need to feel those beauties pressed against my skin.
Getting her out of those stretchy little leggings is a bit more complicated. Much as I love the way the tight material stretches around her curvy body, once I'm desperate to get to what's underneath, the things prove to be a nuisance.
Unwilling to lose more time fighting her clothes, I shove my hand beneath them and slide my fingers between her legs.
She's so wet already.
The feel of her slick heat against my fingertips has me groaning, thrusting through her hands that continue to stroke my cock with increasing intensity now with my fingers spearing into her.
"Carver...please..."
My girl is all breathy whimpers, riding my hand so beautifully for me with her head tilted back and her throat exposed.
"You want to be mine, Honey?" I drag my tongue along her delicate throat, pushing my thigh between her legs and bracing my knee against the cabinet behind her. "Wanna know what it's going to be like to be owned by me?"
I'm so damn lost in the feel of her tight, velvet channel sucking my fingers as she grinds against them.
More than anything, I need Honey to come for me. I have to feel it, I have to watch it rage across her pretty face.
She's breathing hard, her hands have lost their purpose, leaving my cock to find purchase on my biceps.
"Yes," she rasps. "Oh God, please-- Carver...fuck..." Her words die in a tortured mewling sound that rings off the kitchen walls.
"Come for me, Honey," I growl, angling my strokes to hit the spot that has her losing her control. "Let me see how pretty you can come on my hand first-- then I'll give you what you need."
Chapter Five
Honey
It's like he just recited some magic incantation. I was already so close, then Carver started talking. His filthy commands speaking straight to my core. The promise of his huge cock inside me, filling me to capacity if I come for him first?
Both things I want more than air.
How can my body feel like it's exploding at the same time every muscle contracts and clamps down on those thick, wicked fingers working inside me?
"Fuck, Honey, that's it baby-- good girl, coming for me like I told you to."
I open my eyes to see Carver starting at me with a feral intensity. Slowly, he slips his fingers out of me, bringing them to his mouth to lick the sticky essence of my orgasm off the digits.
"Get these damn things off," he indicates my leggings, as he slips his jeans and briefs low on his hips, taking his length in his own hand and squeezing hard enough to look painful. "I need to fuck you. Right here. Right now."
My eyes never leave the mouthwatering sight of the clear drop of precum glistening at the tip of his cock while I strip out of the clingy leggings.
Carver's eyes on my body, his gaze so heavy I can feel it. When I'm naked, he groans.
"I want to touch every fucking inch of you," he tells me in a deep, hoarse voice. "Wanna lick every place I touch and suck on anything that fits in my mouth."
Carver's strong arms reach around me, grab me under my ass and lift me up on the counter. Those large hands don't give me time to settle on the cool granite, they grip my thighs and roughly yank me to the edge.
"But I need inside this little pussy."
Carver doesn't hesitate, he punctuates his sentence with a rough thrust that drives that thick, weeping cockhead through my opening in a single move. He doesn't stop once he breaches my entrance either. He doesn't wait for me to adjust to the feel of him, so wide and heavy as he fills me entirely. He plunders, taking everything in his path as his own, not stopping till there's nothing left that will fit inside me.
