Page 6 of Wishing for the Lumbersnack
When we finally broke for air, my face burned, and my lips pulsed like they had their own heartbeat. I couldn’t hold his intense gaze without feeling like I was going to explode. He burned a hole through my soul, turned my insides into mush, and made me feel alive.
So alive.
Instead, I kept my eyes trained on his body. My hands felt along the hard, rigid muscles beneath his tight t-shirt and moved up slowly to his shoulders, so big and beefy beneath my fingers. I pushed his flannel off, down his arms, and he tossed it to the side.
His hands moved to his sides, and he lifted his t-shirt off, revealing more ink and all the abs a girl could dream of. It was better than my fantasies.
“No way.” I whispered as my fingers deftly swept over the taut skin, needing to feel it to believe it. How was he so damn perfect?
When I looked up at him, his eyes glazed over with so much want and need, I couldn’t believe this was happening.
A part of me wanted to run away and hide. Hide my body though I’ve always been proud of my curves and rolls. But the other part of me said to embrace it. He wouldn’t be here right now if he didn’t want me.
I slipped my sweater off, revealing a tank top and bra beneath, cleavage spilling out from the top. Deke groaned and when his eyes dropped over my chest, he groaned. His hands grabbed at my waist, his fingers digging into my soft flesh.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He whispered before nipping at my neck and sending waves of pleasure through me. He liftedhis hips up and rubbed his hard dick against my core, my panties soaked from him.
A hotter than a thousand suns mountain man lumberjack had his hands and mouth all on me right now and I wanted to climb him like the damn tree he was.
“Can you be a bad girl for me?” Deke sucked on my earlobe and a shiver ran through me. The idea, the temptation of being bad, set my blood on fire.
When I didn’t answer, he grabbed my ass with both hands and squeezed, before rubbing each cheek slowly. “I think you can.”
He moved his hands to my hips again and pressed himself against me again, the friction between us hot and heavy.
“Go ahead, baby. Grind on my dick.”
I whimpered as I did what he said, moving my hips in circles as I slowly slipped off my tank top and tossed it to the side.
His head fell back while his hands still massaged my ass, and I grinded hard and fast, before moving slowly and tauntingly.
“That’s it, good girl,” Deke said as he raised his head and brought his mouth to mine, kissing me so hard I lost all my breath.
I slid each bra strap off and reached around to unclasp it, but Deke’s hands stopped me, pushing them down as he unclasped it instead. My breasts tumbled out, and his hands immediately cupped each one, squeezing and fondling the mounds as his thumbs played with my nipples. They hardened to stiff peaks as he coaxed them out and his mouth broke away from mine and trailed down my chin, past my jaw, over my neck, and not stopping until he reached my chest. While caressing one breast, he sucked on the other, switching his hands and mouth while I buried my face in his curly hair, inhaling his minty shampoo.
This was the hottest attraction I’d ever felt for someone before and I knew he felt it too, the desire in his emotions and actions as heightened as mine.
Suddenly, Deke stood up, while keeping me in his arms and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me over and over as he walked us to his bed. He set me down gently and stepped back before stripping off his jeans and boxers, his impressive dick springing out and at full attention. My mouth watered and I licked my lips wanting to taste him, wanting to suck on his dick until he screamed my name and came down my throat.
Holy shit who am I?
Deke grinned as he climbed on top of me, pushing me down onto the bed. His hands tore at my leggings and panties and when they were in his hands, he tossed the leggings aside and slipped my panties around his neck. But not before burying his face inside them. “God damn, I can’t wait to taste you.”
My pussy throbbed so much I humped his damn leg, desperate for some sort of friction, some sort of release that I so desperately needed.
“I knew you were a bad little girl.” Deke growled as he lifted me higher on the bed and settled his face between my legs, spreading me open wide with a hand on each thigh. “Are you ready to come all over my face, Serafina?”
That was it. I was done for. Roasted. Cooked. A whole ass puddle of nothing but gooey lust and desire for this fucking delicious man.
I nodded, unable to form words, and within seconds, his mouth was on my clit, and my world turned upside down.
CHAPTER FIVE
Deke
As soon asour lips touched, it was game over. The thing between us, whatever the hell it was, couldn’t be ignored.
Maybe the kiss was an accident. A perfect accident in disguise. And I was happy it happened, because there was no stopping me now.
