Page 9 of Lost and Found

“Careful, sweetheart. Don’t hurt yourself.” A smirk curls the corner of Wyatt’s mouth while he moves in beside me.

He guides my body into position next to the stump. Then I lift the axe over my head and bring it down on the log.Well, I try.I let out a huff as I completely miss, the blade hitting the stump instead of the intended target. The edge doesn’t even embed in the wood and lands with a dullthunk.

I ignore Wyatt’s snicker and try again, but when I get the same result, he pulls his lips between his teeth to keep from laughing.

“Glad I can be your amusement for the day,” I sass, popping out a hip and resting the axe on the ground. “You gonna help me or what?”

He stifles a grin as he moves closer and grabs on to my hips. A tremor runs through me, and I fight the urge to rub my plump ass back and forth across his denim-covered cock.

“Feet shoulder-width apart and choke up on the handle a bit.”

“Like this?” I glance at him over a shoulder.

“Yeah, baby. Just like that.” Wyatt’s bare chest presses against my back, and I breathe in his masculine scent. It’s a heady mix of mountain air, sweat, and cologne, and I’m ready to melt into a puddle of sex-crazed goo right at his feet. “Focus on the log, and don’t look anywhere else. Raise the axe up on your dominant side, arc it over your head, and bring it down firmly. The weight of the blade will do the work.”

We move together as I take a deep breath and follow his instructions. This time, when the axe swings down, I split the log, then drop the handle to the ground before doing my victory dance. “I did it!”

I turn in his embrace, the thrill of success making me throw my arms around his neck. I encircle his waist with my legs before pressing a kiss to his full lips as his beard tickles my chin.

Without warning, a flash of heat zips through me when my pussy rubs against his hard length. He must feel it too, because those warm brown eyes are filled with lust and desire while he holds my gaze. I’m lighter and happier than I’ve felt in months, maybe even years, if I think about it. In a few short days, this rugged loner has become someone who matters to me, but I’m not sure what’ll happen when I have to return home.

I can’t let myself get too attached. It won’t end well for either of us.

If I were smart, I’d put distance between us right now, but my chest feels tight at the idea of pushing him away. I can’t bring myself to do it, and I don’t want to just because it might be easier on my heart. If I did, then I’d miss out on moments like this, and I’d rather focus on what we have now, enjoying every second I can with this man.

“Fuck, I want you,” he grits through clenched teeth as his strong hands massage the globes of my ass.

“Then take me inside and show me,” I goad him, hoping he takes the bait.

“I wanna see this tight pussy stretched around my cock while you ride me this time.”

“Yeah? Then why are we still standing here?” I lift a single eyebrow, staring into his eyes and tugging his lower lip with my teeth. He rewards my sass with a hard swat, and the pain makes my pussy clench.

Wyatt scoops me into his arms and carries me up the front steps and into the house, kicking the door closed behind us. He sets me on my feet, but we barely make it to the couch before stripping each other’s clothes off and tossing them to the floor. It’s frantic and wild, a flash of hands and limbs flying everywhere while he never takes his lips off mine.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Molly,” he praises, shoving the coffee table away with his foot to make more room for us.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Feeling bold, I push Wyatt onto the sofa and he plops down with his massive thighs spread wide. His long, hard cock bobs in the air, making my mouth water when he slowly strokes it.

“C’mere, baby. I need to get inside you.” He reaches out for me, but I swat his hand away and sink to my knees in front of him. His brows lift, but his eyelids half close while he stares down at me between his legs.

“Can I taste you first?” I’m hoping he doesn’t saynobecause I’m dying to get my mouth on him. He’s big and girthy, and I know I’ll never take him all, but the need to feel him on my tongue is too strong to resist.

“You don’t have to do that, sweetheart. I’m not asking you to.” He brushes a few curls away from my face, giving himself a better look at me.

“I know you didn’t ask me, but I want to,” I admit, wrapping my palm around him. His skin is warm and silky, smooth to the touch, and feels like velvet in my hands.

I part my lips wide and take him in, relishing the feel of his hot flesh against my tongue. He groans, his hands gripping the back of my head as I bob up and down on his length. My eyes water and saliva drips from the corners of my mouth, yet there’s something exhilarating about submitting to his dominance.

He thrusts into my mouth, pushing against the back of my throat until I gag. His fingers dig into my scalp as he pulls me closer. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take all of me.”

I moan around him, loving how rough he is with me, before I grasp his thighs and take more of him into my mouth, sucking and licking every inch as if it were an offering to a god. Blow jobs always felt like a chore with my ex, but with Wyatt, I feel sexy and beautiful and powerful, knowing that I’m the one making him lose control.

When his abs go taut, I prepare myself to swallow a mouthful of hot cum. Yet it never comes because he guides me off his cock and yanks me to my feet. “You promised to ride me, beautiful. And I’ve run outta fucking patience.”

I swipe the corners of my mouth with the back of my hand as he grabs my hips and directs me to straddle him. I’m barely hovering above his rigid length when he slams my body down and impales me with his dick.

“Wyatt!” I cry out, the sensation of being so full almost too much to bear.

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