Page 88 of Billionaire Lumberjack's Bride

Shifting back, I drop onto my stomach and press my face between her legs, gliding my tongue through her arousal. Her hips buck as the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted floods my mouth. I issue a low groan of approval, and her hands shift from the mattress to my hair, tugging on it sharply.

Fuck.

That shouldn’t feel so damn good, but it makes my hard cock ache.

I thrust my tongue into her, savoring her, then slide up across her clit, making her entire body tremble under me violently. Her fingers tighten in my hair, twining around the strands. I have no idea if I’m doing this right, if it’s what she wants, or how she likes it. But she shifts her hip slightly, urging me to keep going, and I won’t stop until she comes.

One way or another, I’m going to make her forget everything that happened—at least for a few minutes.

I glide my tongue over her, lapping up every drop of her arousal until she’s panting and clawing at my scalp.

“Silas…”

Her plea claws at my chest, knowing she needs something I’m not giving her.

“Please, tell me what to do.”

She pants and bows her hips up toward me. “Your hand, just—”

It’s all she has to say for me to slip two fingers inside her easily. Her head drops back, her mouth opening with a low moan, and I curl them and drag them along the wall of her pussy.

“God, yes. Like that.”

Her words come out strangled as she tugs my hair, holding me in place, and bucks her hips against my face. I lap at her clit while I move my fingers inside her, plunging in and out, trying to draw everything she has out of her.

I shift to sucking on that tight little nub, and her hips bow up so hard that I practically suffocate on the woman’s cunt, but as long as she’s happy, I could die like this.

She rolls her hips, undulating under me with every flick of my tongue until her pussy tightens around my digits, clamping on them the same way it did my cock the other day. The walls ripple along them as she spasms under me, her mouth falling open on a silent gasp.

I keep going, trying to drag it out and make it last for her, until she finally collapses against the bed and pushes at my head. “Stop. It’s too much…”

It is too much.

All of it.

All of her.

Too much for a man as broken as I am to ever keep.

I pull myself back and take her in post-orgasm.

Lips parted. Breaths coming in short, heavy bursts. Pink cheeks. Eyes hooded, watching me, assessing what I’m going to do next.

My cock throbs, my entire body trembling, screaming to get inside her, but I have no intention of giving it what it wants.

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LYLA

I can see it in his eyes, his desire to pull away, to shut me out again despite what he just did to me.

My heart beats wildly. My blood still rushes in my ears, and my body tingles from the incredible orgasm he brought me.

Silas may not have a lot of experience with women, but what he lacks in experience, he sure as hell makes up for with his determination to figure it the fuck out.

It’s like he knew exactly how to touch me, where to, the right pressure and motion that would set me off. And now, staring into his blazing blue eyes, his hard cock straining against the front of his sweatpants, my pussy clenches, my clits throbs.

I’ve never needed anyone as much as I do him in this moment, which is somehow equally terrifying and comforting at the same time.

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