Lumberjacked (A Holiday Lumberjack Mountain Man Romance) - K.C. Crowne Page 0,89

wasn’t because I was cold.

When the fire crackled in the hearth, growing in intensity and warmth, Viktor disappeared into the room. He came back with a large, fur blanket I hadn’t seen before and spread it out in front of the fire. He took my hand and pulled me down onto the fur with him, then kissed me again. His large hand cupped my breast, and I moaned as he touched me, my chest rising and falling as my breathing became erratic with my lust for him.

I ran my hand down his perfect abs and onto the bulge in his pants. His erection curled against his jeans, straining to get out. I undid his belt and his zipper and pulled his cock out, setting it free. I ran my fingers up and down his shaft, and he groaned. He moved his mouth to my ear and kissed it before he nibbled so gently it didn’t hurt. His breath against my ear made me shiver.

One hand was still on my breast. The other moved over my stomach and to my jeans. He undid them deftly and pushed his hand into my panties. I let go of his cock and pushed my jeans over my ass and to my knees so I could open my legs for him. When his finger slid into me, gliding past my clit and pushing into my entrance, I cried out. Viktor only finger fucked me a few times before he pulled out. He stood on his knees, his cock pointed at me, the tip slick with need for me, and I couldn’t resist.

I leaned down, pulled my hair back with one hand, and sucked him into my mouth. Viktor moaned, his hand on my head, encouraging me to take him in deeper. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could without gagging. He lifted my hair into a ponytail and held onto it while I bobbed my head up and down, sucking his cock.

He bit out a few Russian curse words. God, it was so fucking sexy when he spoke Russian. I sucked him harder, faster. Viktor moaned and groaned and bucked his hips. I wanted to take more of him in, but he was enormous.

“Kitn,” he mumbled, and I stopped, looking up at him from where I was on all fours. “Turn around, Angel.”

I didn’t let him ask me twice. I loved it when he fucked me from behind. I was dripping wet and aching to have him inside me. When my ass was pointed to him, he didn’t push into me the way I’d thought he would. Instead, he found my clit again and started slowly rubbing circles around it, teasing, slowly working me into a frenzy. Every now and then, he ran his fingers over the right places, but most of the time, he kept me wanting and waiting by working me up and not giving me what I wanted most.

I moaned in complaint and he chuckled. “What do you want, Malen kiy?”

“I want to come,” I pleaded.

He leaned over me, his mouth against my ear again. “I want you to beg for it. I want you to tell me how much you want me to fuck you. Tell me how badly you need me to make you come.”

“Please,” I whimpered as he continued teasing me, his fingers touching me everywhere except where I desperately wanted him to. With his other hand, he kneaded and squeezed my ass, and I could feel how wet I had become, so ready for him to take me.

“What is it, kitn?” he asked, as if he had no fucking idea.

“Please, let me come, Viktor,” I begged. “Please.”

He chuckled, shifted, and before I could ask again, he plunged his dick into me. God, he felt so good. He fucked me from behind, hard and fast, his balls slapping against my pussy, fingers digging into my hips. I screamed in pleasure, getting closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm, but when I was so close I could almost taste my release, Viktor slowed down.

“Do you like that, Angel?” he asked. “Do you like it when I keep you on the edge?”

I trembled, not knowing how to answer. I loved it when he played with me like this. But I hated it too. I just wanted a release.

He reached around me, finding my clit again, and slowly drew circles around the sensitive bud while he slowly, sensually, stroked his cock in and out of