Page 16 of My Lumberjack Valentine

I lap up her cream, licking every last drop until Rosalie’s body relaxes against the couch, spent from her orgasm. I come up for air and stare down at her, relishing the way she looks at me, those big brown eyes full of lust.

“That was amazing,” she says weakly, her legs still shaking.

“We’re only just getting started, sugar.”

With anticipation flooding my veins, I scoop Rosalie into my arms and carry her into my bedroom, ready to make my fake girlfriend mine for real.

9

ROSALIE

I’m a big,curvy girl, but I feel tiny in Boone’s arms as he carries me away from the living room and into his bedroom. It’s huge, made of wood like the rest of the cabin, with a four-poster bed and a fireplace in the corner. But once he lays me down on the mattress, the room melts away, and all I can see is Boone.

I’m still light-headed after what just happened. Nobody has ever seen me naked or made me come before, and I’m giddy with pleasure as Boone starts to strip off, unbuttoning his flannel shirt. He looms over the bed like a giant, revealing his muscular torso and thick biceps as he tosses the shirt aside.

How was I ever meant to resist this man?

His bright blue eyes burn into me as I watch him unzip his jeans. They fall to the ground until he’s wearing nothing but his boxers, the fabric straining against his hard bulge. Desire throbs between my legs, arousal dripping down my thighs as I watch Boone kick his boxers aside, his giant cock springing free.

Holy crap.

It’s thick and meaty, just like the rest of him, and a shiver runs down my spine as I take him in. Every inch of this man is big and powerful, and all my logical thoughts fly out the window as he approaches the bed. I don’t care that we’re meant to be fakedating. I don’t care that we’re breaking all the rules and crossing all the boundaries. Right now, all I care about is Boone. There’s nothing fake about the way my body reacts to him as he climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my thighs.

“You okay, sugar?” he asks.

I nod, savoring the feeling of his body on top of mine, skin against skin. “Better than okay.”

“Good.” He smiles beneath his beard, his eyes twinkling. “You’re so damn beautiful, Rosalie. I’ve wanted you since the minute I laid eyes on you.”

His words make me glow, like liquid sunshine running through my veins. “I wanted you too. So much.”

With a hum of contentment, he kisses me softly, and I feel his hardness poking between my legs, pressing against my most intimate spot.

“You ready for this?” he asks, his voice low.

“I’m ready, Boone.” I meet his gaze, my heart pounding. “I want this.”

“Good girl.”

He keeps his eyes fixed on mine as he inches his cock inside me, easing my walls open. The unfamiliar sensation makes me suck in a breath—it’s overwhelming, like he’s pushing something way too big inside a space that’s too small. I breathe through it, never breaking eye contact, until Boone bottoms out inside me with a shuddering breath.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grits out. “How does it feel, sugar?”

“It hurts a little.” I wrap my arms around his neck, squirming as I try to find a more comfortable position. “Start slow.”

“Whatever you want, Rosalie.”

He looks at me with so much affection that my heart beats wildly, and then he begins to move, sliding in and out of me in a gentle rhythm. The discomfort melts away as I adjust to hissize, and pleasure takes over, his cock brushing against sensitive spots I never knew existed.

“It feels better now,” I gasp. “You can go faster.”

He grunts his assent, his hips rocking back and forth with more urgency, making us both moan with pleasure. It feels so good. He grips my hips, holding tight as our skin slaps together, his cock driving into me until I see stars. I squeeze my eyes shut, moving against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. He’s so deep, and I love it. I love the feeling of being full of him, possessed by him.

“Look at me, sugar,” he growls. “Keep those pretty eyes on me.”

I do as he says, holding his gaze as he fucks me hard. It’s so intense I can hardly breathe. Those bright pools of blue suck me in, and I feel like Boone is staring into my soul, seeing the deepest parts of me as he claims my body. The intimacy is almost too much. I’m sobbing as he pounds me deeper into the mattress, the sheets slick with my juices, and I feel my orgasm start to bloom inside me, my core tightening in anticipation.

“Oh, Boone!”

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