Page 138 of Billionaire Lumberjack's Bargain

I always worried that I wouldn’t be enough for Camille, that my inexperience and naivety when it came to relationships and sex would disappoint her. But she’s grabbed that bull by the horns and used them to direct me and mold me into what she calls her “perfect weapon.”

And that’s what I have become.

After four years of learning every inch of this woman’s body, Iknowexactly what to do to get her off—whether it be slow or fast. A long, drawn-out night of sex that leaves us exhausted and sated or a fast release up against the back of the new barn when we manage to sneak away for a few moments.

No matter how…it’salwayslike this.

The desperate, thrumming need that consumes both of us.

I curl my fingers into that spot deep inside of her, swirling them in a circle and gliding back and forth as I suck her clit between my lips, andpulse. Her hips do the same, rolling against my face, and my cock strains against my jeans, eager to be where my fingers are now.

Patience is a virtue, but not when what we both seek is so easily attainable.

I graze my teeth across that tiny, sensitive nub, and Camille goes completely rigid.

Her thighs tightening around my head.

Her body twists violently, like she’s trying to break my neck as she comes.

I continue to suck and lick and drag those fingers in that spot she loves so much, drinking down her release as my body begs for my own.

By the time she starts coming down, I’m already swinging her legs up over my head and unbuttoning my fly. Her hands brush against mine, frantic in the same scramble I am to free my cock. The warm breeze hits my bare ass as I shove the fabric down enough to get the job done.

I lean over her, bracing myself on one hand, as I align the throbbing head of my cock with her heat and sink into my favorite place in the world.

“Fucking hell, Camille.”

The words come out on a low growl, and she mewls and clenches around me, trying to lift her hips. But pinned in place, restricted by the fabric still at her ankles, she’s stuck under me, completely at my mercy.

There was a time I would have worried that I was going to hurt her or the baby, but I learned my lesson quickly never to underestimate this woman.

I drag my hips back and thrust into her again, bottoming out deep enough to draw a gasp from her parted pink lips. She arches to meet the next one, frantic to move, to find that perfect position.

Unlike the orgasm I just gave her, I want to savor this one slowly, watch her build again, absorb the pleasure, and relish the way ecstasy flickers across her face until it finally brings her to that place where the world disappears.

The place onlyIcan take her.

She squeezes around me with each retreat, her body clinging and trying to keep me inside, and I lean back slightly, altering the angle so that the head of my cock catches on that spot deep inside of her.

Her throaty moan confirms I’ve found it.

Soft hands and sharp nails claw at the back of my neck.

Her hips roll, trying to get the friction she needs.

And her eyes flutter open and meet mine—a carnal need shimmering across them.

“We don’t have much time, Dalton. Stop toying with me.”

I grin at her, stilling my movements. “But I love to do that so much.”

She digs her nails into my skin and pulls me down to her, brushing her mouth to mine. “You’re not going to love it if Pops and the kids come looking for us because we’ve been gone for too long.”

“Shit.”

I mutter the word against her mouth and redouble my efforts, grinding down and pressing my pelvis against her already engorged clit. Her hips rock against mine, and a frustrated whimper slips from her lips.

No more waiting.

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