Page 15 of My Lumberjack Valentine

“I liked it too, Rosalie.”

The air thickens around us, squeezing my lungs until I can hardly breathe. She looks so fucking pretty with my ring on her finger. It’s easy to ignore all the reasons I shouldn’t be doing this as my eyes roam her thick curves, my desires running wild, taking over me completely.

Fuck, I can’t hold back any longer.

I close the space between us in two long strides and pull Rosalie up from her chair, drawing her soft body against my chest. Her arms loop around my neck, and I groan as our lips meet in another frenzied kiss. She tastes like chocolate cake, sweet and velvety, and I slip my tongue between her lips, savoring her warmth.

This time, there’s nobody watching.

Nothing to stop us.

I pull Rosalie toward the couch, easing her back against the cushions and clambering on top of her, resting between her open thighs. Our tongues meld in a hungry rhythm, and instinctively, I grind myself against Rosalie, my hard bulge pressing between her legs, making her moan against my lips.

Fuck, yes.

I reach for her sweater, breaking our kiss to pull it over her head and toss it aside. Her plump tits strain against her bra, and she unclasps it, shrugging it off until she’s topless for me.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” I mutter as I take in her swollen breasts, the softness of her belly, the thick lines of her waist. “Your curves drive me fucking crazy.”

My cock swells as I rake my gaze over Rosalie’s perfect body. When I meet her eye, she’s biting her lip innocently, her cheeks red. It’s the final straw. I want to see her moaning for me, squirming, writhing in pleasure. I want to make her blush all over for me.

My jaw set in determination, I get off the couch and reach for her jeans, pulling them down to reveal her white panties, almosttransparent from her arousal. I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from coming as I grab the final layer between us and peel it off.

Once she’s naked, laid out on the couch like something out of a painting, all I can do is stare, wondering how the hell I got so lucky. I run my hand over her soft skin, trailing my fingers down her belly, toward her soft mound. She gasps and clamps her thighs shut.

“What’s wrong, sugar?” I ask, leaning down to press a kiss on her neck. “Am I moving too fast?”

“No.” She’s breathing hard, her eyes glazed as she whispers, “It’s just, nobody’s ever…I’ve never been touched there before.”

“You’re a virgin?”

Rosalie nods, and my heart quivers, pounding against my rib cage.

“So am I, sugar.”

She blinks up at me, wide-eyed. “You mean you’ve never…”

“No. When I said I’d never been in a relationship, I meant it in every way.”

Before she can respond, I lean in to kiss her, sucking on her soft bottom lip as I swipe two fingers between her legs, coating them in her cream. She’s so fucking wet for me. I can smell her sweet musk, and my mouth is watering, desperate for a taste.

I kneel on the floor and pull Rosalie close, feasting my eyes on her pretty pink folds. She whimpers as I slide my tongue up her slit, savoring her sweetness.

“You taste so fucking good, sugar,” I murmur, gripping her thighs as I bury my face between them with a groan.

“Oh!”

I feel her hips buck, but I hold her still, devouring her sweet pussy until she’s sobbing for me. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling tight.

“Boone!”

Hearing her moan my name spurs me on, and I suck on her swollen clit, feeling it pulse against my tongue. My cock is throbbing, aching for release, and I reach into my jeans, squeezing my bulge as I worship Rosalie’s honeyed core.

“Oh, Boone! I’m close…”

With a growl of need, I slide my tongue inside her tight hole, rubbing her clit with my free hand. Her walls flutter around me, her body trembling against my mouth as she comes undone with a scream of pleasure.

“Yes!”

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