Page 17 of Big Burly Foreman

I have never in my entire lifetime felt the way I feel about her. It’s crazy that I spent my whole life looking for a place to fit in, a place to call home. I even joined the military because I figured a six-foot giant like myself would fit there, and yet . . .

All I needed to do was visit a ranch in the middle of nowhere to find my home.

My heart.

Ashley stole it from me, and I thought she couldn’t do anything more to send me falling deeper for her, but I am utterly captivated by her.

“I love you,” I say, offering her a confession of my own, and as I notice her eyes widen in shock, I can’t help but become confused.

She has to know that, right?

She has to recognize it in the way I look at her and see it goes beyond lust. Hell, even the other farmhands have seen it and constantly tease me about it.

I brush my lips over hers, the kiss turning hard and hungry fast. She whimpers when I drop my lips to her neck, raking them over her throat. I lick a path down her skin, committing her taste and scent to memory. Her pleasured cries urging me lower. Her back arches when I latch onto her nipple with a hungry groan, tugging gently at the rosy bud with my teeth before circling it with my tongue to soothe the sting.

“Logan, please . . . more,” she moans as I kiss a path down her stomach, my mouth watering with the anticipation of tasting her again. The memory of her creamy juices sends my hard cock pulsing behind my fly, but I ignore it.

She wiggles in my arms in frustration, her fingers dropping to my hair and guiding me down her stomach to her glistening pussy.

“Hungry, aren’t we?” I tease with a chuckle. The sound coming out of me is so thick, it seems foreign even to my own ears. “Do you want my tongue lapping up your juices?”

Her back arches off the bed when I rub the pad on my thumb over her wet sex, parting her folds and exposing her sex to me. Her clit pulses against my thumb, and I lose it. I climb completely off the bed and drop to my knees, tugging her ass to the edge, before placing a gentle kiss on her thigh.

“Logan . . .”

“Tell me what you want, princess.”

“I want . . . I need more.”

“More of this?” I rasp, leaning down and dragging my tongue up the middle of her folds before pulling back. She cries out at the move, and her knees begin to tremble. My cock throbs with need as her taste floods my mouth.

It’s as perfect as it is addictive. I could live here, spend an eternity buried between her legs, pleasuring her until she’s sobbing for me to stop.

Ashley cries out when I bury my face back between her thighs, her fingers tugging at my hair as she grinds impatiently over my mouth.

Overridden with pleasure, her moves are bold as she tugs me closer to her center, her hips working furiously toward her orgasm. Her back bows off the bed, and a scream tears from her lips, no doubt waking everyone in the ranch when my lips close over her swollen clit and suck it gently.

Her legs tremble with need when I drag my middle finger up her sex, gathering moisture, before pressing it against her virgin entrance and pushing in. My cock almost erupts in the tight confines of my jeans when she squeezes around my finger a second before her body erupts.

“Oh, Logan!” she sobs as she creams on my tongue, and it’s the hottest sound I have ever heard. She wraps her thighs around my head, chanting my name, as her body trembles with pleasure, and I don’t let up until the trembling has died down.

I stand up and strip my clothes away quickly, sweeping my eyes hungrily over her heaving chest, the sight of her rosy nipples sends an ache straight to my cock, and I don’t even pay attention to where the clothes land.

I just need to be inside of her!

I drop a knee on the bed and gather her up to me, searching her face to find her watching me with desire. She gasps when I take my shaft and press it to her entrance.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathe, unsure how long I can last. Her wet flesh closes tightly around me, and I have to force in deep breaths. I’ve longed for this for such a long time, and now that I have her in my arms, it feels unreal.

She is perfect; every fucking inch of her is carved to perfection, and it takes all my will to hold onto my slipping control.

“Logan,” she whimpers when I slide another inch into her. “I . . . I’m not on the pill!”

“Fuck!” I growl, dropping my face and burying it in her hair. My cock throbs hard and my hips burn with the need to thrust through the barrier stopping me from owning her fully. Just the thought of filling her up with my seed, her womb swollen with my child, has me clenching my teeth to stop myself from pounding into her without a care in the world.

“Do you want to stop?” I ask, hating the question, but needing to make sure she wants this as badly as I do.

Ashley meets my eyes, her pupils blown wide with desire. “No, don’t stop. I want this, want you.”

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