Page 14 of Her Obsessed Lumberjack

“Another fifty minutes, at least.”

“Fifty!” Her horrified exclamation tickles me, and I stifle a laugh.

“Then after that it has to cool,” I tell her. “That will take another few hours.”

Her pretty mouth falls open. “But it smells so good! Waiting is going to be torture.”

“We’ll have to find a way to take your mind off waiting.”

Freya catches my gaze, an eyebrow lifting. I didn’t mean for my words to sound so suggestive, but now they’re lingering in the air between us, mingling with the sweet scent of pumpkin pie. Freya’s curves are close enough to touch, her pretty face turned up to look at me. She nibbles her bottom lip nervously, and says, “Do…do you have something in mind?”

My body is like a coiled spring, every muscle tensing as I look down at this sweet girl, my heart hammering like a drum. My mind is wrestling with itself, the angel and the devil on either shoulder. She’s too young. Too innocent. Too damn sweet. But fuck, the devil is winning. This girl became my obsession the moment I set eyes on her, and I’m not strong enough to resist for a second longer.

“Yes,” I say hoarsely in response to her question. “I do.”

Then I tangle my hands through her glossy hair and lean down to kiss her hard. She gasps against my mouth, her body tensing for a moment before she melts against me, kissing me back. Her arms loop around my neck, and I groan as I claim herwarm mouth. Everything falls away. There’s nothing but Freya’s pouty lips moving against mine, her soft curves pressing against me, her sweet moans against my mouth.

Heaven.

Without breaking our kiss, I scoop her into my arms and carry her into the living room, laying her on the couch. Red-hot desire buzzes through me, my mouth hungry as I slip my tongue between Freya’s soft lips. She tastes like cocoa and cinnamon, and I can’t get enough of her. My cock is swelling, getting bigger and harder as I rub my hands over Freya’s curvy body, desperate to feel every inch of her.

The fire blazes beside us, bathing us in warmth as I pull off Freya’s sweater, but there are no bad memories lurking in the flames now. With desperate hands, I reach for her bra next, tossing it aside until her plump breasts are exposed, bathed in the warm orange glow of the firelight. Her pretty pink nipples are puckered and hard, and I eagerly suck one into my mouth. Freya moans softly, and the sound turns me feral.

My girl.

My obsession.

I’m going to make her come so hard she can’t breathe. I’m going to devour her sweet pussy and get drunk on her taste, savoring every drop of her cream. She has no fucking idea how much I want her, but she’s about to find out.

8

FREYA

I can’t believethis is really happening. It feels like I’ve stumbled into a dream. I’m sprawled on Roman’s couch, topless, his gigantic frame bearing down on me as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine as he worships my breasts.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs as he releases my nipple, pressing feathery kisses down my belly until he’s blocked by the waistband of my jeans. With an impatient growl, he yanks them off me, throwing them to the floor until I’m wearing nothing but my panties. I can feel wetness pooling between my legs, and there’s a fierce desperation in Roman’s eyes as he presses his hand to the soaking fabric, cupping my mound. I gasp at the contact.

“So wet for me.” His voice is hoarse, like he’s struggling to contain himself. “I need to taste you, Freya.”

My clit throbs with anticipation, my whole body trembling as Roman tugs down my panties. A whimper escapes my lips. Nobody has ever seen me naked before, but Roman is staring at me reverentially, like I’m a work of art. My heart is hammering, but despite my nerves, I feel safe beneath his gaze. It feels soright to be lying beneath him, the fire warming my naked skin as Roman runs his hands over me.

“You’re fucking perfection,” he groans. “Your curves have been driving me crazy.”

It’s not like me to be this quiet, but I’m too overwhelmed to speak. I’ve never done this before. Everything is happening so fast, but I want it more than anything.

“You okay, beautiful?”

Roman is looking at me with concern, his hand brushing my cheek. Those pine-green eyes pierce mine, and I nod up at him, my mouth dry.

“I’m okay,” I tell him. “This is just…all new to me. Nobody has ever seen me like this.”

Roman makes a noise deep in his throat and bends down to kiss me, his beard brushing my face. He tastes like apple cider, his lips gentle against mine before he pulls back to look at me. “This is new to me too, Freya. But I’m the luckiest man in the whole damn world to get to see you naked. Your curves are fucking divine.”

His intensity makes me quiver with need. I’ve never felt desirable before—not like this. My confidence grows as Roman kisses down my body, all the way to my dripping core. He pushes my legs farther apart, his face drawing closer to my most intimate spot. I can feel his breath, warm and rapid against my clit, and suddenly, I feel his tongue flick against it. I shiver, tipping my head back as he swipes his tongue down to my gushing hole.

“OH!”

My legs tremble as I feel Roman’s tongue push inside me, fucking me, overwhelming me. He moans against my core, devouring me like he can’t get enough..

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