Page 17 of Her Obsessed Lumberjack

“Let me show you how much I want you,” he says, shouldering open the door to reveal a giant four-poster bed. “I hope you’re ready for me, because we’re not leaving this room until you scream my name.”

My whole body shivers, quivering with anticipation as Roman pushes me onto the bed.

“I’m ready,” I tell him breathlessly.

So damn ready.

9

ROMAN

Freya is lookingup at me, those pretty brown eyes shining with need. Her deep purple hair fans around her like a halo, and her gorgeous curves are begging to be touched, making my cock ache at the sight of her.

I can’t believe this angel is in my bed.

I must have been a fucking saint in a past life to deserve this girl.

Our conversation is still fresh in my mind, and as I reach down to touch her soft cheek, I feel a stab of guilt in my chest. Freya was right. I was so wrapped up in thinking I wasn’t good enough that I didn’t even realize I was causing her to doubt my feelings. Holding back seemed like the right thing to do—the noble thing. I kept telling myself she was too young for me, too sweet. But I was being a coward. A selfish, thoughtless coward. I hate myself for making Freya doubt me, even for a second, and I’m determined never to let that happen again.

I lean down to kiss her, sucking hard on her plump bottom lip until she whimpers for me. My hands reach for her clothes and for the second time today, I strip her naked. The sight of her exposed body sucks the breath from my lungs all over again. Every inch of her is deliciously soft and plump, ripe as a peach,and I feast my eyes on the swell of her tits, the softness of her belly, her thick thighs. I push them apart, my cock throbbing at the sight of her dripping core, glistening with arousal.

I was crazy to think I could ever resist this girl.

I rip off my plaid shirt and jeans, feeling Freya’s eyes on me as I pull down my boxers and kick them aside. My cock springs free, heavy and thick with arousal, and a bead of pre-cum drips down my shaft as I watch Freya’s mouth fall open. The longing on her pretty face makes me groan.

“Get a good look, sugar. This is going deep inside you.”

She presses her lips together and shudders, blinking up at me with wide eyes. “Is it…supposed to be that big?”

I chuckle hoarsely, my heart tugging at how fucking cute she looks. “You made it this big, Freya. I’m hard as rock for you.”

She pushes herself up and tentatively reaches out, her soft palm closing around my cock. Pleasure zips through me, and I let out a hiss of breath as she squeezes it, exploring every inch of me with her hands.

“My fingers don’t even touch,” she says breathlessly, her hand grasping my shaft. “How is it going to fit?”

“It’ll fit. Trust me.”

Swallowing hard, she lets go of my cock and lies back down, her legs parted for me. Her pussy looks so damn pretty…I can’t resist another taste. I sink my head between her open thighs and swipe my tongue from her tight hole up to her clit, savoring her cherry-sweet cream until she’s gasping with pleasure. It’s as much as I can take. My cock feels like it might explode, and I pull back, breathing hard.

“You taste so fucking good. But right now, I need to be inside you.”

She whimpers in agreement, and I kneel between her legs, aligning the tip of my cock with her tight pink hole. My chesttightens with anticipation, and I look down at Freya, seeing a flicker of nervousness in her eyes.

“I’ll take care of you,” I tell her firmly. “I’ve never done this before, so you need to tell me if it hurts, okay? Whatever happens, I won’t let myself hurt you.”

Her face relaxes slightly, and she nods. “I’ve never done this either. I just don’t know what to expect.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out together, okay?”

I lean down to kiss her sweet lips, and when I pull back, she nods at me. “I’m ready.”

Without breaking eye contact, I push inside her, inching slowly forward. Her honeyed walls grip me like a vise as I fill her up, burying my cock to the hilt until we’re both panting for breath. It feels so fucking good. Her core throbs around me, and I see stars as she wriggles, trying to get comfortable.

“You okay, sugar?” I ask, my voice hoarse with pleasure.

“I think so.” She moves again and lets out a whimper. “It feels strange…but I like it.”

Relief washes over me. I was worried about hurting her, but she wraps her legs around me and tips her head back with a soft moan, opening herself up to me. Slowly, I start to rock my hips, my eyes fixed on Freya as our bodies meet again and again.

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