Page 2 of Snowed In with the Lumberjack
Chapter Two
Max
Fuck knows what possesses me ...one minute my gaze is roving over a gorgeous, curvy brunette dressed in nothing but fuzzy slippers and a furry white robe, and the next I’ve seized her arm, a flame bursting to life within me the likes of which I’ve never felt before.“Forget your sweet romances, Belle, let me show you what true passion feels like.”
Belinda freezes, her eyes wide as she stares at my tattooed hand on her arm, before her gaze slowly finds its way to my chiseled face.“There’s a blizzard,” she whispers, her voice small and meek, her pulse shuddering in her throat.
“There is,” I say, reaching up with my free hand to push hair back from her pretty face.“We’re going to be here a while...”
The young woman licks her lips, her face a delicious contortion of panic and arousal.“But I—”
“Shh,” I soothe, letting my thumb drag sensually over her full lower lip.“Relax, I’ve got you.”Without further explanation, I throw caution to the wind, swooping down to catch her lips with mine, one hand slipping under her robe to grope her bountiful breast.
Belinda is as stiff as a board and mute one moment, and the next her body is melting into mine like we were made for each other.She presses herself into my eager grasp, a soft, delicious moan slipping from her lips.
Stealing her breath away as well as her ability to speak, I encircle her throat with my other hand, my fingers trailing from her breast to her waist to untie her robe.Holding her hostage with my raw masculinity, I smile as it whispers to the floorboards in a fluffy heap, revealing her Rubenesque figure to my hungry gaze.
Her kiss-swollen lips hang parted, and her eyes are glazed with lust as she looks up at me expectantly, her expression and body language silently asking me to lead, to do what I do best and take control.
“Over the couch, princess,” I command.Guiding her by the throat, I push her forcefully over the back of the furniture so that she’s bent over, her plump white ass up in the air as she balances on the tips of her toes.She whimpers, the sound like music to my ears, but makes no protest when I spread her legs wide, reaching between her thighs to feel her heat.Keeping her in position with a firm, splayed-hand grip between her shoulder blades, I find her clit.My cock thickens, straining against my jeans as my fingers graze over her sensitive flesh.
“Oh, my God,” Belinda gasps, shivering under my touch, her thick ass jiggling in the most satisfying way.
“Do you like that, pretty girl?”I ask, keeping my voice low and husky as I manipulate her clit with years of experience, increasing the pace of my fingers as she desperately and shamelessly tries to grind back into me.“Oh, youdolike it,” I praise.“Good girl ...now, I want you to reach back and pry your cheeks apart for me.I want to see all of you.”
My beautiful, curvy beauty hesitates momentarily as I remove my hand from her back and is rewarded with a heavy-handed spank for tardiness.She yelps as a lovely red handprint develops like a work of art on her milky flesh.
“Now, princess,” I growl, “or there’s another one where that came from.”
Belinda whimpers again, teetering on her toes as she reaches back to peel her cheeks apart, her beautiful, red-painted fingernails providing the perfect frame.
Moving to stand directly behind her, I’m afforded the most delicious view of her tight, puckered hole.Her inner flesh is a soft, rosy pink, but the skin directly around it is a light brown.She’s all natural, not like those porn stars who spend thousands bleaching their assholes.My cock swells, growing hard at the sight, and a deep groan rumbles from my throat.“Oh, baby.How did I get so lucky?”I croon as I run a teasing finger over her.“I’m going to eat this ass,” I say, “and then I’m going to fuck it until you scream my name.”
I unzip myself and unbuckle my belt, giving my cock room to breathe.It springs free, strong and hard, already desperate to plow this sweet girl’s depths.Teasing myself and her, I run my thick, erect cock up and down her ass, before slapping the head directly against her hole repeatedly.
“Please,” she gasps, her voice muffled as her face is pressed against the back of the couch cushions.
“Pleasewhat, princess?”I drawl, grabbing a thick cheek in each hand, groping, appreciating, and massaging her soft globes in my firm grip.
“Please fuck me,” she says, her voice a breathy whisper, her hole puckering sweetly like a star twinkling as she begs.
“Oh, baby girl, don’t you worry.I’m going to fuck you with everything I’ve got.A body like yours was built to be worshipped.”Then, without further prelude, I get to my knees and splay her cheeks even wider.Dragging my tongue over her hot hole, I swirl it around, savoring her clean, earthy taste before sinking it inside her.
“Yes...”Belinda moans, pushing her ass back at my face, clearly eager for more.
A chuckle escapes me, and I spank her other cheek, eliciting yet another surprised yelp from my princess.I love that this buxom minx who professes to love sweet romance issokeen to be pounded by a strange, older man in the middle of the night.I could be dangerous, and she wouldn’t know—nor would it seem she cares.Or perhaps she simply enjoys the power play?The chance to be truly submissive is a gift, after all.“Do you like being my little plaything?”I ask, before fucking her with my tongue until she’s writhing on the back of the couch like a cut snake.“I asked you a question, princess,” I remind her firmly, spanking her again as I rise to my feet.
Belinda whimpers, glancing over her shoulder awkwardly.“Why are we stopping?”she breathes.“Did I do something wrong?”
I pull her to her feet by her damp, messy bun, causing it to come undone.Her long chestnut brown hair cascades down her back as I spin her around and grab her chin between my forefinger and thumb, forcing her to meet my gaze.“I said, do you like being my plaything?”I repeat, allowing a seductive growl to slip into my tone.
“Yes,” she answers breathlessly, her green eyes wide and her cheeks flushed with color.
