Page 161 of Massimo

Massimo

After a couple more hours of incredible sex – and having to be more inventive to work around how sore Lucia was – we got dressed just enough to be civilized and had lunch.

Only problem was, there wasn’t any firewood left over to start a fire and warm it up.

We ate our food cold right out of the can, but I told her I would go chop some more wood for the evening.

“Enough to fuck in front of the fireplace?” she asked playfully.

“I better chop a lot of wood, then,” I said as I kissed her.

“You better,” she said with a grin, then pushed me away. “I’m going to go take a shower.”

“I thought you hated the cold water.”

“I do,” she said in a low, husky voice, “but I’ve got to get all your cum off me.”

“Mmmm,” I growled as I kissed her again.

She laughed and pushed me away again. “Go chop wood.”

“…alright,” I muttered.

As she walked towards the bathroom, she playfully glanced over her shoulder with a big grin – and lifted the hem of her t-shirt so I could see her delicious ass.

“Hey!” I barked, like You better not get me going again!

She just laughed and went into the bathroom.

I grinned and put on my boots.

Then I grabbed my Glock, the ax, the hatchet, and the canvas wood carrier and headed outside.

Despite it being around one in the afternoon, there was still a lingering chill in the air – but I knew that swinging an ax would quickly warm me up. No need for a flannel shirt.

I heard the sound of the shower starting in the house – followed by Lucia shouting, “Mother FUCKER – ”

And I laughed.

Poor girl…

I was glad I hadn’t told her a new place might have hot water, or she might have taken me up on it.

I hummed contentedly as I found a suitable piece of wood and started chopping.

As I swung the ax, the Glock uncomfortably rubbed my lower back where I had it in my jeans. So I took the pistol from my waistband and put it on a nearby log.

Then I swung the ax again.

THOCK.

THOCK.

THOCK –

The first piece of wood split in two.

I set up half of it on a nearby stump.

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