Page 12 of Guarded By the Lumberjack
He hums-- I think it's meant to be words, but he doesn't release my clit to say them. The vibration is enough to put me over the edge, sending me tumbling into space until my vision slowly returns and I find myself still spread out on the mattress of this unfamiliar cabin, my legs tangled around Calvin's neck and back, my hands in his hair, my heart beating wildly with this reawakening.
"I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to doing that again." Calvin purrs darkly, kissing along the inside of my thigh before rising back to his feet. He looks down at me with a grin, like he's feeling very satisfied with himself for rendering me only half conscious, and licks the fingers that were inside me only moments ago.
"But your next orgasm is going to be on this."
Standing between my knees at the foot of the bed, Calvin towers above me. His hand wrapped around a thick cock that's so hard it looks painful.
Pre-cum seeps from the slit and my mouth waters.
It's been so long since a man touched me. And Calvin Murdock is more than enough man to make up for it.
He kneels on the edge of the mattress, and I scramble back to give him room.
My brain goes off line as he closes in on me, moving that big, strong body over mine like he's stalking prey, but kissing me so deeply when he's eye to eye with me that I can't wait to be devoured.
Calvin
I'd ask again if she's sure about this, but Penny reaches between us and wraps her hands around my shaft with purpose.
Her fingers don't meet, and a fleeting expression of shock flashes her pretty brown eyes. Then she squeezes, and moves her hand along the length of me.
It's been so long since I've felt anyone's hand on my dick but mine that just her touch is enough to have me nearly spilling across her soft belly.
"I want to taste you too," she whispers. "I want to wrap my lips around this--" she tugs all the way to the crown, "and feel you come down my throat."
That dirty mouth is going to get its wish, but not this time.
"Not this time." I manage to grit words between a jaw clenched tight in a fight for self-discipline that I am losing fast. "I'm coming in this pussy, first. Making it mine, so you remember who you belong to now."
It's Penny's hand that has me notched against her opening before taking her touch away from me so I have full access to slide deep inside her.
Both of us groan.
She's tight and wet and warm and the way she bends her knees and angles up for me lets me go so deep I'm lost in the feel of her body as it accepts me all the way to the hilt.
Penny's mouth hangs open on a silent cry, her eyes fluttering closed briefly before coming back to focus on my own.
I give her a second to adjust. She's so damn snug around me, and I know I'm more than average. Even before I see the slight nod and feel the shift of her hips, I feel tiny muscle contraction massaging my shaft-- her body begging me for my thrusts even before she can articulate her need.
Moving inside this woman is every bit the torture I was looking forward to. Penny's earlier self-consciousness has been forgotten. If I have anything to do with it, she'll learn to never doubt her beauty again. Every curve, every place where her body dips or bulges, is a testament to her feminine sensuality and her body drives me mad with lust.
Feeling it moving beneath mine now, all the ways she twists, bucks, and contorts to grip me, to meet my thrusts, to pull me deeper inside her, it's beyond my threshold for self-control.
I'm barely able to get my thumb over her clit, determined to help her find her friction that we're both seeking. Penny comes hard for me with the slightest bit of my help. Her face locked in ecstasy, as she whimpers my name while her slick tunnel latches on to my cock and pulls me deeper, muscles contracting around me, begging for me to release deep into her womb.
A womb I didn't bother to ask about protecting from pregnancy. A womb I hope isn't protected, because I don't want anything preventing my seed from taking root there.
Pulling her against my chest, I wrap Penny in my arms and kiss her softly about a million times.
"We should get up and make some dinner," I whisper, making no move to untangle our limbs. "It's getting late... and Idefinitely plan to take you up on those filthy promises you were making earlier."
"Meet you in the kitchen in a few."
Penny kisses me while I reluctantly let her go. I love that she doesn't try to hide her body from me as she disappears into the bathroom while I slip my jeans on.
We brought up some things from my place, but taking Clint's KTM meant limited ability to pack. Frost said the place is stocked, but it's all going to be non-perishable shit. Hopefully we don't have to wait too long for this guy to take the bait.
He doesn't profile like a guy who has the balls to follow through on his threats. Especially if he knows Penny's with me-- and who I am. But there's something off about him that has me on edge. He’s crossed the line from cyberstalking to cyberbullying to putting boots on her territory.
