Lumberjacked (A Holiday Lumberjack Mountain Man Romance) - K.C. Crowne Page 0,34
suddenly pulled out of me, and I gasped, moaning in protest.
“Turn around, Angel,” he ordered.
I pushed myself up, my body numb after two orgasms. I stood on my knees and shifted, turning around. Viktor wrapped a thick arm around me and kissed me on my neck. He cupped my breast and tweaked my nipple while he sucked and nibbled on the skin of my neck. He ground his slick cock against my ass, and I gasped and moaned. With his other hand, he kneaded my ass cheek. He moved his hand around my body and between my legs. I moaned when he found my clit and fingered me again.
“You will only ever be this wet for me, kitn,” he said. I shivered, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re mine, Angel. Only mine.”
I gasped at his possessiveness. This stranger was telling me that no man would ever have me again. That I was his and his alone. Forever. I should have been frightened by those words, but instead I was incredibly aroused. In that moment, I knew the truth of it. I would only ever be his. No one would compare to him.
Viktor gently pushed me forward, sliding his hand over my chest and onto my back. He found my entrance and pushed into me again. I cried out when he did, his size a new challenge from behind.
“You’re perfect from every angle,” Viktor said, his hands wrapped around my hips.
When he was buried inside me, he paused a moment to let me adjust to him before he started moving again, pulling out of me and pushing back in. He didn’t move as slowly as he had before. His pace was fast, his balls against my clit with every thrust, and it was incredible.
Viktor fucked me harder until I cried out. My arms collapsed, and I lowered my chest to the mattress, my ass pointing in the air. Viktor grunted, running his hands over my back. He pushed one hand into my hair and grabbed a fistful, enough so that it was just this side of pain. I was riddled with pleasure. He pulled and I lifted my body, arching my back. He pulled my head backward and fucked me, holding me suspended in the air. My breasts pushed outward, and his other hand came around to grab one, tugging at my nipple.
I cried out and moaned.
Viktor let go of my hair, and I fell to the mattress again. He leaned forward, his large body curling over mine, and he bucked his hips as he kissed my cheek. I turned my head and my lips found his. I was close to another orgasm, could feel it building. But I wanted to face him when I came.
“I want to be on top of you,” I said in a husky voice.
Viktor pulled out of me. He lay on the bed, and I clambered over him, straddling his legs. He put his hands on my hips and lowered my body. I grabbed his cock with my hand and guided him to my entrance. When I sank onto his huge cock, he groaned and I moaned in unison.
I sat down on him, trembling when he was inside me, feeling him fill me up. I was so fucking full.
“Fuck, Angel, you’re so perfect.”
I moved my hips, experimenting with the feel and size of him. Slowly, I started riding him, sliding up and down on his cock. He was so big. I didn’t pull back more than half of his size before I rocked back onto him, but the way his brows knit together, and he clenched his jaw told me he liked what I was doing.
His fingers dug into my hips as I started fucking him harder, riding him like there was no tomorrow.
“God, kitn, you’re going to push me over the edge.”
“Come for me, Viktor,” I breathed.
“Fuck!” He ground his teeth, holding back.
I wanted him to come, though. I wanted him to experience pleasure like he’d given me. I wanted to be the one to give it to him. There was something intoxicating about knowing that I could do this to him, that I could make him lose himself the way he did with me.
I rocked harder and faster. My knees rubbed against the sheets under us, and my breasts swung back and forth as I rode him. Viktor bit out curse words, and with his hands on my thighs, he rocked me back and forth harder and faster than I could do myself.