Page 6 of Worshiped By the Lumberjack
I have to admire her tenacity to not give up after one or two tries. I move to stand behind her and use my foot to nudge her feet into place. "Like this."
She shivers as if chilled when my hands trail up her arms to put them in the correct position. It's all I can do to keep from burying my face in the silky locks of her hair and inhaling deeply. I finally tear myself away from her after standing there for longer than could ever be considered appropriate, but don't give a flying fuck.
It takes her a minute, but she finally blows out a big breath and then lets the axe fly. It sticks in the target, just hitting the far outer edge.
"I did it!" She spins toward me, her smile blinding, throwing her arms around me and I go stock still.
Chapter Six
Kinsley
In my exuberance, I don't even stop to consider what I'm doing until I wrap my arms around this mountain of a man, who now stands stiffly in my embrace. Feeling chagrined, I pull back but am stopped by his arms banding around me. He holds me tight against him as if he never wants to let go, in what is one of the best hugs I have ever received.
His nose nestles into my hair and I can hear him breathe in deeply. It sends goosebumps down my body, like it did when he ran his hands up my arms to adjust them before I threw this last time. My cheek presses against his rock hard peck and I inhale his woodsy, intoxicating scent right back. My hands on his back fist in his soft flannel shirt, because what else does an actual lumberjack wear but flannel?
My eyes pop open when his hands move, one going to cup my ass cheek. The other comes to the back of my head where he gently fists a handful of hair, using it to pull my head back. Our eyes lock, his dark with desire, just before his lips capture mine.I heat from the inside out, electricity making the hair on my arms stand on end.
He takes his leisurely time, exploring my mouth with licks and nips, leaving me moaning. Our tongues dance as my hips rub against him, seeking friction. I whimper when I feel his hard length press against me in just the right spot.
A yelp of surprise escapes when suddenly I am hanging upside down over his shoulder. He marches to the house with his arm banded around my thighs as I admire the view of his ass from a new angle. I watch the sculpted muscles of it move in fascination, unable to believe I can see them through the stiff canvas pants he is wearing.
He makes his way into the house and down the hall to his bedroom. I land with a bounce when he tosses me on the enormous bed, because of course a man his size needs one this big. A smile breaks across my face at calling him being able to manhandle me.
I'm having a hard time believing this is actually happening. This is not something I have ever done; having sex with someone I have just met, especially someone I am supposed to be interviewing, but the attraction between us is undeniable. I know if I walk away from this chance, I will forever regret it.
He watches me like a wolf stalking its prey as he unbuttons his shirt and I feel a gush of wetness in my already damp panties.
He raises an eyebrow at me. "Last chance to say no."
My stomach flutters at the thought this domineering, gruff man would stop if I asked him to. It also makes me positive I do not want to stop at all.
I shake my head firmly. "I want this too."
He exhales a deep breath as if he had been holding it, waiting for my answer and his nostrils flair. He is already down to his black boxers but leaves them in place, as if they could contain the monster within. I can see the leaking tip of the purple bulboushead sticking out of the waistband, and whimper at the thought of it filling me to my breaking point.
The noise is like waving a red flag at a bull, and he descends upon me without haste. I expect him to tear my clothes from my body but instead he ever so slowly peels them away as if unwrapping a long awaited gift. In the process of revealing my body, he kisses every inch of my skin. By the time I am completely naked, I am a writhing, needy mess, rubbing against him wantonly, unable to care he is up close and personal with all my stretch marks and cellulite.
He kisses my mouth again before whispering in my ear, "Patience."
He works his way down my body, stopping to lavish attention on my breasts. Palming one in each big hand, he sucks on one beaded nipple while plucking the other tight bud with his fingers. Then he switches to give the other the same attention. It has my juices leaking down my ass and I feel as if I could come from this alone. Each suck causing my pussy to pulse and clench. I have never felt anything like it.
I love the feel of his full beard softly abrading my skin as he continues his trail of kisses downward. I'm so far gone, all I can do is hang on for the ride. My hands clench in the gray plaid comforter so tight my knuckles turn white.
He settles his broad shoulders between my thighs, spreading me wide. His thumbs spread my lower lips open, baring me completely to him.
He lets out a growl. "Fucking prettiest pussy ever."
Then my eyes roll back in my head and my hands fist in his hair as he devours me, licking and sucking me into oblivion. I'm so close to the edge as it is, a few flicks of his tongue are all it takes for stars to burst behind my eyelids and my body to go taut as I soar.
Unable to move, I lie there panting, vaguely aware of Liam moving around as he retrieves a condom. I whimper when his thick cock slides through my folds before notching at my entrance, and slowly filling me fuller than ever before. He pauses once fully seated, as if knowing I need a moment to adjust to the intrusion.
After several seconds, he hooks my legs into the crook of his elbows. I am splayed across his lap as his powerful thrusts jostle me. If it weren't for his grasp on me, I would be flying across the bed. His eyes are locked on where he is invading my body. The intensity of the look has my walls fluttering.
The angle he has me at is causing his cock to hit a place inside I didn't know existed. It doesn't take long for the piston of his hips to have me racing toward the edge again. My head rocks back and forth as I wail, hands clutched in the bedding, my skin beading with sweat.
He reaches down and pinches my clit, causing my inner walls to clamp tight. A second orgasm washes over me, lasting for longer than ever should be possible. I feel him swell inside me as he slams home, coming on a groan.
It's all I can do to catch my breath, laying there like a limp noodle unable to move, never having been so throughly worshiped and fucked before.
