Page 10 of Burly Lumberjack

He carries me down the hall like I’m precious. Like I’m his.

And when he lays me on the bed, I’m not scared anymore.

I’m ready.

He stands at the edge of the bed and licks his lips as he gazes at me. My heart pounds as I watch him reach for his jeans. Feeling bold, I spread my legs and touch my hot, slick core, my eyes glued to Rowan.

Rowan unbuttons them slowly, eyes locked on mine, then dropping to where I’m touching myself, my fingers running through my soaking core.

I don’t look away from Rowan. I can’t.

My breath catches in my throat when he pushes his jeans and boxers down.

He’s… big. Thick. Fully hard. My cheeks burn, and my core pulsates with an overwhelming need.

Something must flicker across my face because he moves closer and lowers himself beside me, one hand stroking my cheek.

“You don’t have to be scared,” he says, voice low and intense. “I won’t hurt you. I’m going to take care of you and make you feel so good.”

A laugh bubbles up in my throat—nervous, breathless—and I nod. “Okay.”

He takes my hand in his and guides it to his cock. The moment I touch him, he lets out a ragged groan. His cock trembles as I stroke his thick, hot length.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes. “Stroke me. This is what you do to me. Every time I see you, I get as hard as this. You’re my first thought when I wake up in the morning, and then I’m hard like this. You’re my last thought at the end of the day, and I’m hard like this.”

I curl my fingers around him, moving slowly. He’s hot and heavy in my palm, the skin smooth and velvety over steel. His eyes flutter shut for a second, and when they open again, they’re darker. Hungrier. I never knew I could have this effect on a man. I’m glad it’s on Rowan. His hips jerk as I stroke him faster.

“You drive me out of my fucking mind.”

My face burns, but I don’t stop touching him. Rowan makes me feel incredibly sexy.

Rowan kisses me again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding over mine in a rhythm that makes my whole body ache. His hand moves to my breast, kneading gently, his thumb brushing over the tip through the thin fabric of my tank.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he murmurs. “These tits, that ass, this sweet little belly—I want all of it.”

I gasp. No one’s ever talked to me like this. No one’s ever praised my curves like they were something to be worshipped.

He pulls back just enough to tug my tank over my head, leaving me bare from the waist up. He looks at me like he’s seeing something sacred.

His hand brushes down over my belly, slow and attentive. “I love this,” he says. “Every soft inch of you. You were made for me.”

I want to cry. I want to come again. I want everything.

I pull him down to kiss me, clinging to his shoulders as he lowers himself between my legs again. His cock brushes the inside of my thigh, leaving a trail of fire.

“Do you want me inside you?” he asks, voice a low growl.

“Yes,” I breathe, struggling to control my body. “I need it.”

He slides a hand between us, guiding himself to my entrance. The thick head of his cock presses against me, and even with how wet I am, I know it’s a lot.

“Breathe,” he says softly. “Nice and slow.”

And then he starts to push in, slow and steady, and my whole body goes taut.

I feel the stretch immediately. The pressure. The way my body shifts to hold him inside me.

“Rowan! You’re too big…” My breath catches. My hands clutch his shoulders. I don’t know if I can take all of him, no matter how much I want to.

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