Page 103 of Billionaire Lumberjack's Bargain

I do it again, allowing the vibration to roll through her, and the force with which she pushes against my hold with her bowing hips makes me confident that I know exactly what she needs—even if I’ve never done this before.

What kind of a man would I be if I couldn’t figure out how to get my woman off this way?

Not the kind I would want to be.

I slip a finger inside her, and she groans, her head dropping back against the wall behind the table hard enough to knock something off the shelf above her, sending it clattering to the floor beside me.

Her pussy squeezes around me, and my cock throbs at the memory of her doing that last night aroundit. My balls seize up, threatening to make me come in my pants like the inexperienced kid I am if I’m not more careful about where I let my thoughts go while I should be focused onher.

She tunnels a hand in my hair, tugging on the strands slightly as her hips begin to roll against my mouth.

I work her over, thrusting the finger inside her while I lash at her flesh and suck her clit between my lips.

Her movements eventually find a rhythm I match, letting her take the lead.

Showing me how she likes it by her body’s responses.

The quivers.

The whimpers.

The way her pussy clenches around me, seeking…

Her head shakes from side to side, almost frantically.

She needs more.

I slip another finger inside her, spreading her wider, and she groans—an agonizingly sexual sound I feel all the way through every nerve in my body.

I’ve never tasted anything so sweet, so satisfying, as her, or experienced anything as gratifying as the knowledge that I’m about to make her come.

That I’m doing this to her.

That I’m giving it to her.

Her body starts to tremble violently, and the old, uneven table rattles on its legs. “Curl your fingers…”

I do as she instructs, curving them deep inside of her and dragging my fingertips along the walls of her pussy as I withdraw. A strangled moan fills the room, and I suck her clit between my lips hard while flicking my tongue across it.

Camille stills and cries out as her orgasm slams into her.

Her hips grind against my face, pussy clasping around my fingers, and the wash of her sweet release flows down my throat.

God, I could drown in this woman and go happily.

But right now, I only want one thing, and that’s to be inside her, to feel this all over again, this time around my cock.

When she finally sags back, her body lax and sated, I pull my head and hand away and climb to my feet.

She lies panting on the table, hooded gaze following my every move as I slide my hands around her back to tug her up to me, so I can press my lips against hers.

Her arms loop around my neck, and she entangles her fingers in my hair, clutching me to her the best she can, allowing me to devour her mouth the same I just did her pussy.

I finally slow the kiss, drawing away long enough to search her face for any signs of distress or—hopefully—bliss. “How did I do?”

Camille grins lazily. “Fucking magnificent.”

The compliment shouldn’t make me preen like a fucking peacock, but it does.

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