Page 11 of Burly Lumberjack

“Easy, baby,” he whispers, kissing the corner of my mouth. “You’re doing perfect. Just breathe.”

He inches deeper, and I feel my walls tightening around him, trying to adjust. It’s not painful—just intense. Every pulse of his cock as he pushes farther into me ripples through my core.

My eyes flutter shut, and I can’t help whimpering at how overwhelming having Rowan inside me feels.

He stills immediately. “Too much?”

I shake my head quickly, eyes wide. “No. Just… so much. I like how you feel inside me.”

He smiles, then kisses me slow. “You’re so tight. So warm. You’re squeezing me like you don’t want to let go.”

My cheeks flame, but his ragged voice makes my body clench around him again. I love that I make him feel like this.

“Do you like this, baby?” he whispers, slowly thrusting into me. “You like my cock filling you up like this?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Rowan, yes.”

“Fuck, your pussy feels good,” he groans. He lowers his mouth to my neck and sucks, and a blinding white light of lust and pleasure blinds me. Everything he’s doing to me opens deep reactions in me, ones that take my breath away.

I never knew sex could be like this—hungry and tender, filthy and full of feeling. He’s talking to me like I’m the most precious woman he’s ever touched, and I believe him. I feel it in the way he moves. The way he trembles just from looking at me.

When he’s finally fully inside me, I gasp.

“You okay?” he asks, brushing his thumb along my cheek.

I nod, breathless. “Yeah. I’m… Give me more.”

He starts to move, slow at first—deep thrusts that make me gasp every time he pulls back and pushes in. My body adjusts, softens, and begins to crave the rhythm. And soon, that edge starts building again. Each stroke of his cock rubs against something inside me that makes me wiggle my hips and thrust my hips up, eagerly wanting more and more.

Rowan watches me closely. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

I nod, barely able to breathe. “I… yeah.”

“Then give it to me,” he growls, picking up the pace just a little. “Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

I cry out, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter inside me.

He slips a hand between us and presses his thumb to my clit. Circles. Presses.

That’s all it takes.

My second orgasm hits me hard—more intense than the first. My whole body clamps around him as waves of pleasure tear through me. I moan his name, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him as close against me as I can, hips rolling helplessly as he fucks me through it.

“Good girl,” he groans, hips stuttering. “That’s it. That’s so fucking sexy, baby.”

I’m shaking. Glowing. I’m drunk on Rowan.

And he’s still moving. Still hard inside me. “I’m not done with you yet,” he whispers.

I’m still trembling from the aftershocks when Rowan leans down and takes my breast into his mouth.

“Oh—” I gasp, my back arching, my head pressing into a pillow.

His mouth is hot and relentless. He sucks my nipple deep, tongue swirling, licking and pulling until my breath comes in sharp, shallow bursts. His hand cups the other breast, palm rough against my sensitive skin, his thumb stroking my nipple roughly.

“Fuck, baby,” he growls between kisses, “your tits are perfect. Soft and full—just like the rest of you.”

Every word, every touch, sinks straight to my core. My body is no longer mine—it’s his. I’m floating, burning,drivenby sensation. He thrusts into me again—deeper, harder—and my breath comes fast and shallow. The drag of his cock against my sensitive core makes me moan louder. He doesn’t slow down. He fucks me deep and hard, holding my hips in place as he pounds into me, faster and faster. I’m in sensory overload, but I don’t want him to stop.

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