Lumberjacked (A Holiday Lumberjack Mountain Man Romance) - K.C. Crowne Page 0,38

dipped his head to kiss me. His arms wrapped around my body and he squeezed my ass, pulling me against him. His cock was hard against my stomach, and I moaned into his mouth.

Viktor spun me around, and I yelped in surprise. He held onto me from behind, one arm around my chest, and the other moving between my legs. I widened my stance, making space for him, and his thick fingers pushed between my folds, running over my clit. He sent jolts of electricity into my body, and I gasped and moaned. I turned my head and kissed him as he ran his fingers back and forth over my clit, making my legs turn to jelly. He balanced me between his mouth, his hand on my breast, and the hand between my legs, and I slipped closer and closer to an orgasm.

God, he was so good at that. Every time he touched me, I was on the verge of ecstasy. He made me tremble, and I whimpered into his mouth.

Viktor retrieved his hand for just a moment and took my hand in his. He guided my hand between my legs, pushing my fingers against my own clit. He rubbed my clit with my fingers, moving in slow circles. I gasped and moaned as he guided me to touch myself.

“Show me how you touch yourself, Malen kiy. I want to see you surrendering to your deepest pleasure for me.” He nuzzled my neck, and I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the feeling of want and need that washed over me. My legs started trembling as an orgasm circled closer. He moved his body back a little and ran his other hand down my back. It gave me goosebumps. Gently, he nudged me forward.

“Bend over for me,” he said in a gruff voice.

I did what he asked, leaning on the bed with my free hand. We still rubbed my clit together. I felt his cock against my ass, and Viktor’s fingers entered me from behind. I was dripping wet by now and his fingers slid easily into me. A moment later, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. His cock was much thicker than his fingers. Harder. Hungrier.

When he pushed into me, he let go of my hand and gripped my hips.

“Faster, Angel,” he commanded. “Keep going.”

I moaned and whimpered as I pushed myself closer and closer to the edge. With his cock sliding into me, it was impossible to hold back. He pushed in all the way, and thrust a little, pushing me forward onto the bed. I held myself up, but barely. When he thrust again, he reached my end, his cock pushed against my cervix. The feeling of fullness and what I was doing with my own fingers was enough to push me over the edge, and I cried out as my first orgasm rocked through me.

“Yes, kitn,” Viktor bit out. “Come for me.”

I cried out as the orgasm intensified. Viktor started fucking me harder. He didn’t ease into it like he had before. He pounded into me hard and fast, and I cried out as he plunged into me from behind. I braced both hands on the bed and let the pleasure spread from my core and threaten to consume me. My orgasm lasted longer than before, and I felt like I was drowning in heat and light.

When I came down from the sexual high, I felt lightheaded and my arms were threatening to collapse from under me. As if he knew, Viktor pulled out of me. I turned around and he kissed me. He leaned forward, his hands stretching down to my legs, and as if I weighed nothing, he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and Viktor slowly lowered me.

I felt his cock against my entrance, and a moment later, he slipped into me. I gasped when he did. I tried to move my hips, but in his arms, I couldn’t do much. I didn't have to.

Viktor marched me backward until my back was against the log wall of the room. The wall was cold against my skin, but I forgot about it when Viktor started thrusting into me. He pushed me up against the wall, using it to help keep me up, and started bucking his hips. His cock slid in and out, the rhythm slow. The sensation was very different from when we were laying down, and he pounded