Page 7 of The Blacksmith in My Tavern: Tales of Bleakness

“I know you’re hiding there,” she says, planting her hands on her hips as she stands at the opening of the small alleyway.

“What are you doing out here, lass?” I step out of the shadows.

Her grin spreads across her face. She comes closer, her hips swaying. “Gareth said you were skulking around back here with one of the city guards.”

“Well, Gareth shouldn’t be gossiping,” I say, folding my arms.

Her eyes lower to track the movement… Is she checking me out?

Lips pursed, she sidles closer.

“It’s freezing out here, lass,” I say gruffly, wondering how I can be sweating buckets when it is this fucking cold. “Why don’t you go inside?”

“You are not inside,” she says, stepping right up to me. She strokes her hand over my right shoulder and all the way down my arm. She pauses to squeeze my biceps. “Gods, your arms are a test… and your hands. You’re a very compelling male. I’m a bit obsessed.”

I remember to shut my mouth and glance over my shoulder like there might be somebody else standing there she is talking about.

No, only me.

Then my head snaps around as I feel her hand sliding back up my chest until she finds the V in my shirt. Her delicate fingersslide through the hair on my chest. My hands drop to my sides lest I put them on her, and my fists clench.

“I dream about inspecting this manly chest,” she says, running her fingers down the buttons one at a time.

My cock springs to attention from her light caress through my clothes. My eyes bounce between watching her face as she trails her hand lower and staring at her cleavage. Her tits win. I swear she has the biggest tits I’ve ever seen. I just want to bury my face between them and suffocate there. I’d die a happy man.

I snatch her finger away when they reach the buckle of my pants.

“The fuck are you doing?” I keep her wrist shackled in my big, meaty fist, careful of my strength and not trusting her not to have another go.

“Well, nothing now, clearly,” she says, pouting prettily at me.

Quick as a sprite, she takes her hand back, wraps her fingers around my wrist, and plants my palm on her breast.

“Go on. You look at them often enough. You can touch them. I don’t mind. I encourage it.”

It’s like someone just hit me up the side of the head with a plank of wood. I swear there are no wits left in my brain. I should be taking my hand away. But I don’t. I leave it there, touching her under her direction. There is not a drop of resistance in me when she takes my other hand and squeezes both hands together around her tits… and moans.

My eyes flash to meet hers.

“There, doesn’t that feel better?”

Fucking hell. I squeeze. I don’t mean to squeeze, but it happens anyway. My dick is so hard it’s flexing and leaking pre-cum while trying to bust a hole through my pants. My balls are already drawing tight.

“Fuck,” I mutter gruffly.

She bites coquettishly on her lower lip and peers up at me under her lashes. “I knew these big hands would be the right size.”

I’m lost in a lust coma as I watch her tits quiver and bounce as I squeeze and pet. I swallow thickly—they are not just the right size, though, are they? My fingers have spread wide, and they still don’t quite do the job. But damn, they do look good. Before I can coach myself better on it. I brush my thumbs across her nipples, feeling them bud hard.

She moans and arches up into me. “Goddess, yes, Heath. Please, more of that.”

I’m mesmerized and not paying attention to what she’s doing with her hands. It comes as a shock when my belt loosens, and my pants sag. Her small hand delves into the slack.

“Can I touch your cock?”

“Fuck! What? No!” She already has her fingers wrapped around me, so her question comes too late… unlike me, who is in danger of coming early. I huff out of breath, trying to peel her fingers off. She squeezes over me, and what little blood there is left in my brain surges into my dick.

“Goodness. This is a lot. You’re a lot of man, so it stands to reason. But, damn, you would injure a lass with this. It is definitely going to be a challenge.”

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