Page 109 of Billionaire Lumberjack's Bride

Lyla squeezes my hand. “Because youhaven’t. But you’re going to need some rest for what we’re doing tomorrow.”

“I know.” I drop my hands and slowly drag my fingers down her spine, making her shiver against me. “I’m trying.”

She presses a kiss to my lips softly. “Let me help you relax.”

I am about to ask her what she means when she slips down my body and her hand finds my cock, hardening it almost instantly.

Oh, hell.

After the day we’ve had, sex was the last thing on my mind tonight when we climbed into bed. Even with her naked body pressed to mine, I just wanted to hold her, to be able to feel that she was safe and all right.

“Fuck.” I shake my head. “Lyla, you don’t have to—”

“I know.” She keeps her eyes locked on me as she shifts between my legs and lightly flicks her tongue across the head of my cock. “I want to.”

Sweet mother of God.

I clutch the comforter in my hands as little electric shocks shoot through my body, the promise in her voice enough for me to know what’s coming. Lyla offers me a knowing grin before she slowly wraps her mouth around me and sucks me down.

Fuck…

Gritting my teeth, I shift one hand into her hair, the thick, silky locks catching on the rough, work-hardened skin on my palms. She swallows, and the head of my cock brushes the back of her throat, making my hips buck, driving me even deeper.

“Shit…”

I didn’t mean to do that—to force myself down her throat and almost choke her—but she moans her approval around me, the vibration making my balls tighten and my entire body tense.

She slowly pulls her head back, letting her lips drag along every inch of me until I’m trembling and my hold on her hair must be painful. It doesn’t seem to faze her at all because she doesn’t stop. Doesn’t seem at all affected by my iron grip.

Lyla just glides my cock back into her mouth, her tongue sliding along the underside and flicking right at the back of the head.

Holy shit.

The room spins, my eyes unable to focus, the feelings consuming me new and overwhelming in the best way. Something I never could have imagined in my wildest dreams, even when they started including this woman.

I am not going to last ten fucking seconds with her doing this, and she seems to know that. She wraps her hand around the base of my cock and strokes on every retreat, working me with her smooth palm while she licks and sucks and drives me absolutely fucking insane.

It doesn’t matter how many times she tells me…

It isn’t true—I donotdeserve this woman.

Not even a little bit.

At all.

The pure ecstasy flooding my veins only gets heavier, harder to process any thought through, as she increases her pace and suctions around me even tighter.

“Fuck!” I grit the word out through clenched teeth and lift my head from the pillow to watch her better.

Seeing my cock disappear into her mouth starts a low tingle at the base of my spine. Heat floods my body, and I’m only seconds away from blowing.

I tug on her hair to try to get her off before I come, but she shakes her head and redoubles her efforts, ensuring there’s no way or time for me to pull away. My orgasm blasts through me, and I squeeze my eyes closed, bright lights flashing against my lids as wave after wave of pleasure courses through every nerve in my body and I shoot my load down her throat.

The warm contraction of her swallowing against the head of my cock only seems to draw it out of me harder. My hips bow up, shoving me deeper, and she keeps going, sucking me down like she can’t get enough.

My body finally jerks one last time before I sag back against the mattress, completely fucking spent.

Lyla pulls back off my cock, giving it light, little licks that make me twitch before she works her way back up and spreads out across me, her bare breasts pressing to my chest.

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