Page 89 of Billionaire Lumberjack's Bargain

Was that really only a handful of hours ago?

It seems like a lifetime since she last touched me. Since I felt her wetness on my fingers and saw her come undone as she rode my hand.

Thinking about it makes my cock ache, and I lower myself down fully as Camille tugs off her underwear and fully exposes herself to me in the silvery moonlight.

Good God…

An appreciative groan falls from my lips as she starts to swing her leg over me again, and I grasp her hips, helping to guide her when she stills, hovering over my waist.

Her brow furrows, her gaze clearing for a moment, long enough to see the concern darkening the blue when all I want to see there is the same unbridled lust overwhelming me. “Your back…”

I push up with one hand and tunnel my other in her hair to drag her down as close as she can get, pushing myself up until our mouths can meet in a searing kiss intent on silencing her trepidation.

If I let her spiral down that rabbit hole, she’ll never come back up.

We’ll never get back tothisplace without me assuring her that she won’t hurt me.

By the time I pull away, we’re both panting, and my cock throbs hard enough to warn me I’m close to reaching that limit of restraint. “The last fucking thing I’m thinking about at this moment is myback. I’m fine…now tell me what you need.”

She lowers her forehead against mine and releases a rush of warm breath that tickles my lips before she grasps my cock and aligns it, dragging the head through her slick core.

Fucking hell.

Heat slowly engulfs my entire world.

My hips twitch.

And she sinks down on me, her mouth falling open on a silent gasp as I drop my head to the mattress and release a groan that sounds far more animal than it does human.

“Sweet mother of God…” I grip her fleshy hips as she finally settles on me fully, cementing my cock deep inside her with our pelvises perfectly pressed together. Not a fucking hairsbreadth of space separating us. “Camille…I—”

Can’t even talk.

I struggle to even form a coherent thought through the cloud of sheer bliss her hot, wet pussy has created around me.

She clenches around me and releases a little mewling sound that has my eyes drifting open again.

God, I hope I didn’t hurt her.

This is all so new.

So blissful and confusing.

My body urges me to move, to end this erotic torture by finding my release, but I tamp down that urge and cling to her, fighting the spinning in my head to ask her if she’s all right.

Before I can get a word to form at the back of my throat, her eyes flutter open to meet mine. “I’m okay.” She nods, almost as if she’s reading my mind and trying to convince me. “It’s just, God…” A shiver rolls through her, and she squeezes my cock again. “You feel so damn good.”

Thank. Fucking. God.

Instinct takes over, and I press my heels into the mattress, lifting my hips and somehow managing to get even farther into her, until the warm, slick comfort of her core completely cocoons me.

She moans, then braces her hands against my shoulders and starts to move. Her thighs clamp around mine, and she lifts herself agonizingly slowly, exposing my cock glistening in her arousal, then sinks back down, tightening around me with each inch she takes.

How do people do this?

Maintain control.

Keep a clear head when this is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

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