Page 14 of Her Bossy Lumberjack

“Yes.”

“The cherry pies you’ve been buying from the bakery?” I raise an eyebrow at him. “The pies you kept buying because you said you’d finished them all?”

Kane grunts. “What’s your point, Ginger Snap?”

“Why do you keep buying cherry pies if you already have so many?”

“You’re a smart cookie,” he says, pulling my body tighter against his. “Why don’t you tell me?”

My cheeks heat beneath the intensity of his gaze. He’s holding me bridal-style, carrying me like I’m weightless, and my breath catches in my throat as I lose myself in his warm brown eyes.

“You…you’re trying to build the world’s tallest cherry pie tower?” I ask.

“Wrong.”

“You’re a cherry pie hoarder with a serious problem?”

Kane lets out a huff of breath before he bends his neck and kisses me hard on my open mouth, his lips bruising and urgent.

“The cherry pies were an excuse to see you,” he murmurs as he pulls away. “You’ve been driving me crazy, princess.” His eyes burn as he looks at me. “Fuck, I can’t wait anymore. I need you.”

He carries me out of the living room and into a spacious bedroom housing the biggest bed I’ve ever seen. I guess when you’re as big as Kane, you need a lot of room.

He lowers me onto the mattress and kicks off his shoes, then starts to unbutton his flannel shirt. My pulse races with anticipation as he shrugs it off to reveal his huge, inked, hairy chest. He’s all thick muscles and weathered skin—a man who’s spent a lifetime working hard out in the open. My core throbs at the sight of him towering over the bed, shirtless, his hands grabbing at his jeans and yanking them down to reveal his wet, tented boxers. His bulge is enormous, straining against the fabric. Clearly, he’s ready to go again after his orgasm in the cherry orchard, and I swallow hard as his boxers come down with a quick tug.

A jolt of desire rockets through me as his thick, meaty cock springs free. I might not know a lot about male anatomy, but Kane’s cock is enormous—just as big as the rest of his giant frame. He’s still messy from coming earlier, and he grabs his boxers, using them to towel himself off.

“What are you staring at, Ginger Snap?” he asks, eyes darkening when he sees me looking at his cock.

I swallow. “Um…your belly button.”

Kane smirks before clambering onto the bed and pressing a kiss on my lips. His hands roam my body, tugging at my dress, and I help him pull it up over my head. Those piercing brown eyes burn into my skin, taking me in, and I’m hit by a wave of self-consciousness. This sexy, giant lumberjack can see everything: my plump belly, my jiggly thighs, the thickness of my waist. But he seems to like what he sees. There’s a feral glint in his eyes as he says, “You’re so fucking pretty, Hannah.”

His praise warms me from head to toe. I help him unclasp my bra, and he tosses it aside urgently, gazing at my breasts with a groan. He reaches down to fist his cock with one hand as he grabs my left tit with the other, rubbing my pebbled nipple with the pad of his thumb. I jolt at the sensitivity, gasping as Kane sinks his head to my chest and takes my nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his lips and tongue.

It feels so good.

“Oh!” I gasp as Kane snakes a hand into my panties, cupping my mound, his thumb circling my clit as he sucks hard on my nipple. It doesn’t take long for me to come for him. My core throbs hard, and I moan as my release sends pleasure zipping between my legs. My pussy is wetter than ever, arousal seeping down my thighs and onto the bed beneath us. I’ve never been so aware of the empty space inside me—the space I need Kane to fill with his thick cock.

His mouth releases my nipple with a ‘pop’, and his eyes darken as he looks at me. “You better be ready for me, princess.”

I nod eagerly as he whips off my wet panties, throwing aside the final layer between us. Kane lets out a rough breath as his hands roam my body, feeling my curves, my skin tingling beneath his touch. We’re both naked, and nothing is stopping us now. My core aches with need as Kane grips my thighs and pushes them apart, exposing me completely to his ravenous gaze. He positions himself between my legs, the fat head of his cock poking against me, making me shiver.

God, yes. I want him so badly.

I prop myself up on my elbows, looking down at the place where our bodies are touching. Kane’s cock looks enormous pressing against me—so long and meaty—and I let out a whimper as his tip parts my folds. I watch the giant length start to disappear inside of me, squeezing me open, and the pressure steals the breath from my lungs. It’s so overwhelming. Tears spring to my eyes as Kane’s rock-hard length invades my pussy, filling me up. I’m breathing hard as I watch him inch forward—every time I’m sure he must be finished, he keeps on feeding me more of him, pushing so deep that it feels like he might split me in two.

“Fuck,” Kane groans as he finally bottoms out. “You feel so good.” There’s a fierce look in his eyes, but his hands are gentle as he tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “You okay?”

I nod, sucking in a breath as I feel his cock twitch inside me. “I think so.”

“You need to tell me if it hurts.” He looks at me seriously. “I’ve never done this before, but I want to make you feel good.”

My heart flutters as I look into those molten brown eyes. “I haven’t done this before either.”

Kane makes a noise deep in his throat before he bends down to kiss me, his mouth soft against mine.

“I’ll be gentle,” he mutters between kisses. “I’ll take care of you.”

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