Page 24 of Massive Size Lumberjack

CLAIMING HIS BABYSITTER

My employer came home early and saw me making out with my boyfriend on the couch. But was he angry? Hell no. Instead, Mr. Aston wants to taste my nectar for himself, but this isn’t going to be a sweet, short interlude … instead, the older man’s giving it to me hard and brutal as punishment for my naughty ways! Pick upClaiming His Babysitterhere.

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SNEAK PEEK: DR. FEELGOOD

In this excerpt, Summer explores with Dr. Feelgood.

“Now back to that massage,” he growls.

Positioning himself behind me, Ridge touches my legs, just below my butt. I can feel the pressure and moan lightly.

His hand moves further up, squeezing my ass and massaging those big cheeks like he can't get enough.

“Beautiful,” he says. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

I wiggle as much as I can, trying to get his hand to the place I want it to be, which is the vee between my legs. Of course it's wrong, but hopefully my little jiggles can cause his fingers to slip somehow. His breathing hitches and a low growl sounds.

“What is it you want, Summer? You're moving so much.”

I let out a shaky breath. Should I say it? It's absolutely taboo and yet I can't fight the need anymore. Before I realize it, the words slip out.

“I need you,” I murmur.

His blue eyes flare, and within a second, Ridge's hand dips between my legs, stroking my hot, wet center.

“Oh shit, baby. You're as ready for this as I am,” he rasps. “Your panties are fucking drenched.”

I moan mellifluously as he runs a finger along my cotton-covered slit. Oh god, it feels so good and my bud tightens and enlarges as liquids wet his hands. If I had known this was going to happen, I would've worn something sexier, but Ridge doesn't seem to care. He continues to trace my opening, teasing me through the drenched fabric.

“I think the massage will feel better without these, don't you?”

“Yes, please,” I manage to gasp out. Ridge finds the elastic band and pulls my panties down to my ankles before dropping them in a wet splat to the floor.

“That's much better.” This time, when his hand moves back to that sacred place, I feel every bit of his touch and it makes me moan again with delight. Oh god, I'm so glad I didn't lose feeling in my pussy because he's so goddamn talented.

Ridge's thumb finds my clit and moves in tiny circles around the bud before stroking along the bottom. I shiver, reveling in the contact as my pussy juices against his palm.

“Yes baby,” he rasps. “You're so ready just like a good girl.”

I moan a bit, squirming again on the table when Ridge's finger dips between my drenched lips and finds my hole. Slowly, he eases a finger into my pussy, stretching the passage and I moan again.

“Oh, God!” is my ecstatic cry. A low chuckle sounds behind me.

“Actually, my name is Ridge, but I'll answer to God.”

I start to laugh at his joke, but it dies on my lips when he slips another finger into my pussy. Oh shit, this feels so good and I close my eyes, breathing hard as my nipples tighten.

“Still okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” I cry weakly. “Never stop doing that.”

“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

He adds a third finger, his thumb still massaging my clit and I writhe under his touch. “So. Good,” is my breathless pant.

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