Page 13 of Her Bossy Lumberjack

“I’ll show you, princess.”

With one last kiss on her pouty lips, I drop to my knees, sinking to the ground. My hands snake up Hannah’s legs until I reach the junction of her thighs, and I bury my face beneath the folds of her dress, watching as I yank down her panties. Hannah gasps above me as I expose her pussy—pink and juicy, glistening with arousal and begging to be tasted.

I wrap my arms around her thick thighs and pull her close, my mouth latching onto her gushing pussy. Above me, I hear Hannah let out a desperate cry, her hands grabbing at my hair as I worship her tight hole with my tongue. She tastes so fucking sweet, like warm cherry pie, and I ravish her with my hungry lips, sucking on the swollen nub of her clit until her legs are trembling either side of me.

“Kane!”

My cock is aching at the way she says my name. Her voice is muffled, like she’s holding a hand over her mouth, trying to quiet herself. It only makes me hungrier. I want to make my pretty little firecracker lose control until her sweet hole is gushing with cream for me.

Fuck.

I thrust my tongue into her tight heat, fucking her savagely until she’s pulling on my hair so hard it hurts. But I don’t give a shit about the pain. All I care about is making my girl come. My cock is throbbing, ready to explode as I listen to Hannah’s heavy breathing, her stifled moans. The festival feels like a different planet. Here in the cherry orchard, it’s just me and her, the scent of fruit in the air, sunshine beating down on us as Hannah’s core starts to quiver around me.

“KANE!”

It’s a scream that’s too loud to hold back. It echoes around the cherry orchard as Hannah comes for me. She’s grinding herself against my mouth, holding my head still, trying to draw out every delicious drop of pleasure as I lap up her sweet cream. It’s too much. Her breathy moans, her shaking thighs, the taste of Hannah’s sex on my tongue. The world turns white, and my cock explodes in my boxers. I let out a shuddering groan against Hannah’s pussy, feeling the growing wetness in my pants as warm cum seeps out.

But it doesn’t stop the ache.

The need.

I won’t be satisfied until I come inside Hannah, her tight hole sucking me dry. I want to see her full of my cock, eyes rolling back as she takes every inch of me.

I untangle myself from Hannah’s dress and look up at her, my heart jolting. She looks dazed, her lips parted slightly, eyes wide from her orgasm. I catch sight of bite marks on the palm of her hand where she’s been trying to stifle her screams. It’s more than I can take.

“We’re getting out of here, Ginger Snap,” I tell her. “You’re coming home with me.”

A familiar defiance flickers in those pretty green eyes, and she smiles. “Have I ever told you how bossy you are?”

I grunt in reply, and before she can protest, I lift her into my arms, carrying her through the cherry trees and back toward the parking lot.

7

HANNAH

Every nerve in my body is tingling with anticipation as Kane floors it away from the festival. I’m sitting in the passenger seat of his truck, my dress disheveled and my panties sodden. I’ve never felt anything like the pleasure Kane just gave me. His mouth on my most intimate area, his tongue inside me…it was beyond intense. Judging from the wet patch on the crotch of his jeans, he enjoyed it too.

“Did you spill that cherry sundae on your pants?” I ask innocently as we barrel through the forest.

Kane smirks at me. “You know I didn’t, Ginger Snap.”

“Then what’s that stain?”

“You know damn well what it is.” His eyes flash. “It’s your fault. That sweet little pussy of yours made me come in my pants.”

I bite my lip, clamping my thighs together to try to stop the growing ache. “It’s my fault you dropped to the ground and ate me out in a cherry orchard?”

His grip tightens on the steering wheel as he says, “That’s what you do to me, princess.”

I shudder at his words. My orgasm was incredible, but I’m ready for more. Heck, I’ve been ready for more since the moment I saw Kane. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.

At twenty-two, I’m still a virgin. My parents sent me to an exclusive all-girls’ school, and boys were always a total mystery to me. But Kane isn’t a boy—he’s a man. A big, infuriating, sexy-as-heck man, and I want every inch of him all to myself.

We finally grind to a halt outside a rustic log cabin. I barely have a second to take in the flower-filled yard and the generous front porch before Kane bundles me out of the truck, pulling me into his arms and carrying me inside.

His home is exactly what I imagined it would be: leather couches, wooden beams, and an enormous brick fireplace. The windows overlook the forest, green leaves swaying in the breeze, and I catch sight of several boxes on a nearby table, all with Buttercup Bakery stamped on top.

“Are those cherry pies?” I ask, forcing Kane to stop in his tracks and follow my gaze.

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