Lumberjacked (A Holiday Lumberjack Mountain Man Romance) - K.C. Crowne Page 0,32
parted and eyes drowning. He undid his pants with one hand, pulling his enormous cock free, and he slid my hand onto it. I gasped when I folded my fingers over it, his thick flesh hot under my hand. He kept his hand wrapped around mine and started moving it up and down, pumping my hand up and down with his. He groaned.
“Yes, Malen kiy,” he groaned. “Touch me.” He let go of my hand and stroked my arm with his finger as I pumped my hand up and down his shaft. The tip was slick with his need for me. I stared at him, mesmerized by his size, trying to imagine what it would feel like when he was buried inside me.
“Taste it, Malen kiy,” Viktor suggested.
I glanced up at him. This, I had done before. Not often, but I wasn’t completely inexperienced. I sank to my knees. Viktor groaned, anticipating before I did anything. I slipped my hand to the base of his cock, rolled my eyes up at him, and stretched my lips over the bulbous head. Viktor groaned again, and I let my head sink, pushing him into my mouth as far as I could comfortably take him.
Holy shit. He’s a mouthful.
I drew my head up again, swirling my tongue along his shaft, licking the head, before sucking him into my mouth again. Viktor cursed under his breath, pushing his hands into my hair. He closed his hands into fists, holding tightly onto the tresses, but not hurting me. He bucked his hips a little every time I sucked him further into my mouth and groaned when I pulled back.
“Fuck, Angel, you’re going to make me come too soon if you’re not careful.”
His words made me wetter. My panties were soaked, and my pussy begged for attention. I trembled with need for him, but I wanted to give him pleasure first.
“No,” Viktor bit out. I pulled back and looked at him. He put his hand under my chin, tilting my head up. “No, I won’t be able to stop myself. And I’m not done with you.”
He took me by the hand and pulled me up. He kissed me hard, swirling his tongue in my mouth, tasting every inch of me. His hand fell to my breast, kneading it. He pulled the cup down, exposing my flesh, and rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I moaned against his lips.
I reached behind my back and unclasped the bra, letting it fall to the floor. I didn’t want anything in the way. I wanted my skin against his. I wanted all of him over all of me.
Viktor released my breast and trailed his hand down my body, undoing my jeans just as expertly as he’d undone his own. His hand slipped into my panties.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
He made a low growling sound and pulled my pants down with such a swift movement, they were pooled around my ankles as if I hadn’t been wearing any. He grabbed me around the waist and lifted me out of my pants, putting one leg over his shoulder. I yelped when he lifted me, so that his mouth pressed against my wetness through my panties. He practically dove onto the bed with me, my head falling onto the pillows as he lapped at me with a new hunger. He pulled my panties down with his fingers curled into the waistband, only moving his mouth to roll them down over my legs before he dove back in.
“Your honey is so fucking sweet, I could taste you all day,” he mumbled. His mouth was still pressed against me and his beard tickled. Before I could giggle, he pushed two thick fingers into me and I gasped, crying out instead.
“I want to fuck you so hard, you scream my name,” he growled as he finger fucked me. “You have no idea how crazy you drive me, Angel. You make me want to lose myself inside you.”
“Then do it,” I cried out.
Viktor froze, glancing up at me. He lifted his body a little, his mouth hovering over my breasts. He brushed his lips across the soft skin on the swells.
“Is that what you want, Malen kiy? Do you want me inside you?”
I moaned in response. He was still pumping his fingers into me as he spoke, and it was impossible to formulate sentences.
“Tell me how much you want me, kitn,” Viktor said. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”