Page 12 of Her Protective Lumberjack

She looks at me, her eyes glazed with lust, lips puffy from our kiss. It’s as much as I can take. With a deep groan, I carry her through the living room and into my bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us. I lay Chloe on the bed, taking her in for a moment. She looks so fucking beautiful, cheeks blushing, her pretty face darkened with need. Her curves look sexy as hell in her shorts and t-shirt, but they’ll look even sexier when she’s naked for me.

With urgent hands, I start to undress her, smothering her pretty mouth with kisses as I toss each piece of clothing aside.

“God, you’re beautiful, Chloe,” I groan once she’s in nothing but a white bra and panties.

My cock twitches with need as I stare down at her thick thighs and soft belly. Her body is fucking divine, and I hungrily reach for her bra, unclipping it. She sucks in a breath, biting her lip as her breasts are revealed—plump and rounded. Her dusky nipples are hard, and I rub my thumbs over them, enjoying the way Chloe shivers.

“So pretty,” I grunt, kissing down her soft neck and sucking one of her pebbled nipples into my mouth. Her breathingquickens, and I suck harder, my hands reaching down to grab at her panties. I swipe my fingers over the seam, my heart thumping when I feel how sodden the fabric is. Chloe’s wetness has soaked through, and I’m dying to taste her.

I pull away from her nipple and yank down her panties, revealing her soft mound. But before I can get a better look, Chloe clamps her thighs shut.

“Nobody’s ever seen me like this before,” she says breathlessly, her gaze tinged with fear. “I…I’ve never done any of this before.”

My heart leaps as I lean down to kiss her, my hand cupping her cheek.

“Me neither,” I tell her, pulling back to look into her eyes. “I’ve never been with anybody before. Never wanted to either until I met you.”

Chloe swallows, still looking nervous. “Really?”

“Cross my heart.” I press a kiss on her forehead. “You’re the only girl I want, Chloe. The only girl I’ve ever wanted. Fuck, you have no idea how sexy you are. I want you more than anything.”

She reaches up to run her fingers through my hair. “I want you too, Trace.”

Slowly, her thighs fall open. I move down her body, peppering her soft skin with kisses until I reach her pussy. Her pink folds glisten with juices, making my mouth water. I want to make my girl come for me. I want to watch her lose control until she’s screaming my name.

“You’re so fucking pretty, Chloe. I need to taste you.”

Her eyes go wide. I get one last look at the surprise on her face before I sink my head between her thighs, sliding my tongue up her slit. Her cream is warm and sweet, and I can’t get enough. She makes a sexy, guttural noise deep in her throat, hips bucking as I suck her clit into my mouth, teasing it mercilessly.

“OH!” Chloe cries, her whole body writhing as I devour her dripping core. My cock is aching, and I squeeze it through my jeans, trying to relieve some of the tension as I worship my girl’s sweet pussy. But as Chloe’s moans get louder, the ache only intensifies, spurring me on.

“Trace! Oh, God, yes!”

I rest my forearm against her hips, pinning them down to the bed, forcing Chloe to take every second of pleasure. My other hand slides between her legs, and I push two fingers inside her tight hole, feeling her walls flutter. With a groan of need, I pump them in and out in a punishing rhythm, fucking her with my fingers as I lick her sensitive bud. Her body starts to coil like a spring, drawing inward, muscles retracting. She pulls at my hair, her nails sharp against my scalp, but I barely notice the pain. All I can focus on is her pleasure, her cries, her blooming orgasm…

“TRACE!”

Her core throbs around my fingers, squeezing them tight as her body spasms wildly. She grinds her clit against my mouth, riding out her orgasm with a deep moan until I finally slide my fingers out of her and lap up her cream, licking up every last cherry-sweet drop.

“Fuck, Chloe, that was perfect,” I say hoarsely as I come up for air. “You taste so damn sweet.”

She looks up at me dazedly, breathing hard. “Y-your beard is all wet.”

I chuckle, reaching down to stroke her hair. “You bet it is. Ready for more, princess?”

She nods eagerly, propping herself up on her elbows. “I’m pretty sure it’s your turn to get undressed.”

Her eyes sparkle with anticipation as I get off the bed, reaching for the buttons of my shirt. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want Chloe right now. My whole body is thrumming with a deep, primal need to claim my girl, to fill her with my cockand make her mine once and for all. I’m done trying to resist. Done trying to be the good guy.

“You’re all mine, beautiful,” I say, my eyes fixed on Chloe as I strip off my clothes, “and I’m going to show you exactly what you do to me.”

7

CHLOE

My legs are still tremblingfrom my orgasm as I watch Trace undress. Somewhere deep in the back of my mind is a guilty little voice repeating all the reasons we shouldn’t be doing this, but it’s easy to ignore as I stare at Trace’s bare chest—thick and brawny with a smattering of dark hair. He looks so strong, so sexy. I can’t believe this man wants me.

My heart pounds as he pulls down his jeans next, tossing them to join his plaid shirt on the floor. I can see the outline of his cock, a huge bulge against his boxers, and my throat goes dry as Trace removes the final layer between us. He towers over the bed, completely naked, and a bolt of pure need shoots through me. His cock is thick and meaty, just as giant as the rest of him. My eyes roam his strong thighs and powerful arms, traveling up to his handsome face. His beard is still slick with my juices, his brown eyes burning with intensity.

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