Page 6 of Lumberjack DADDY
“Eli,” I moan.
In my mind’s eye, I picture him looming over me, his eyes burning into mine. I feel his big, strong hands slide all over my naked body as he kisses my neck. I shudder. As I strum my clit, I gasp, imagining him between my legs, his tongue flicking my button as his beard tickles the insides of my thighs. Squeezing my breast with one hand, giving my nipple a firm pinch, I keep rubbing my clit with the other. Fire flows through my veins, and my legs begin to shake.
Writhing on the mattress, I pump my fingers in and out of my hot, wet hole, picturing Eli inside of me. I imagine him bending me over the table and yanking my hair back as he pounds himself into me hard and deep.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan. “Fuck me harder, Daddy.”
Eli flips me over, and I spread my legs, plunging my fingers into my sex furiously, imagining it’s his long, thick cock. I slide my other hand down and strum my clit at the same time, picturing Eli’s mouth on mine, on my neck, and my breasts. He grazes my stiff, sensitive nipples with his teeth, sending a hard shudder coursing through me. In my imagination, he slides his hand up around my throat, squeezing it good and tight.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as I work my clit with one hand and drive the fingers on the other into my pussy with a wild abandon. I cry out Eli’s name, white hot passion crackling through my veins. I picture him being rough with me. Using his size to take me. To make me his. My breath is shallow and ragged, and I’m tingling from head to toe.
As I thrust two fingers deep into me, I arch my back and scream his name, imagining all the different ways I want him to use me, each one filthier than the last. People have this image of me. They see me and think I’m this sweet and wholesome girl next door. What they don’t know is that I have a healthy sex drive, and my fantasies are rough and dirty. I don’t act on them and keep them to myself. But I have them all the same. And right now, I would really love to act out all those filthy fantasies with Eli.
Pounding myself with my fingers, I keep rubbing my clit. My entire body is trembling, and my breath bursts from my mouth in stuttering gasps. My smile is shaky, and my groans fill the room all around me. The pressure is building up low inside of me, and I know I’m nearing the pinnacle.
“Yes, Daddy. Just like that. Just like that.”
My stomach clenches, and my entire body tightens. A low, sultry moan passes my lips as my stomach drops, and I suddenly feel weightless. My moan turns into a piercing cry as a powerful orgasm washes over me. My legs shake wildly, and my body feels like I’m burning from the inside out. As I come, I keep driving my fingers into my slick, warm hole, desperate to prolong the pleasure that’s flowing through me.
My orgasm slowly begins to ebb, though, and I press my head back against my pillows, letting out a contented sigh. My trembling subsides, and I can’t keep the smile off my lips.
I’m never going to sleep with Eli, but I have my fantasies and my imagination.
And that has to be enough.
With fragments of my fantasy still drifting through my mind, I close my eyes and drift off into the best night of sleep I’ve had in a while.
6
ELI
Ididn’t get much sleep last night thanks to Emery fucking Pierce. I lay awake most of the night, staring at the ceiling while I tried to stave off the fantasies that kept trying to pry their way into my brain. I was not going to give in to those lustful feelings. I refused to let myself jerk off to her. Because I knew that if I did, it would be a short trip from getting myself off to letting myself get involved with her. And I can’t have that.
Throwing back my covers, I quickly make my bed, then pad into the bathroom and take a shower as frigid as I can stand. The freezing water pretty much kills all the lustful thoughts about Emery bouncing around in my head, thank God. After a brisk shower, I get dressed and head into the kitchen to make some coffee, ready to get my day started.
I’ve always liked the morning. The world is quiet and peaceful, and I can hear myself think. Especially out here in the woods. Standing at the sink, I eat a bowl of oatmeal, drink my coffee, and just enjoy the tranquility of the morning.
“Dammit,” I mutter.
My peace is shattered by the truck that rumbles into my driveway. Travis, the kid who works down at the market in town, is here with my standing order of supplies for the week. With a sigh, I set my bowl and cup down in the sink, apparently getting started with my day earlier than I’d expected to.
“Hey,” I say as I step outside. “You’re here early.”
“Good morning, Mr. Proctor,” Travis replies. “Yeah, Jonah wanted me to get an early start on deliveries today. It’s not a problem, is it?”
“Nah. As good a time as any, I suppose.”
I help him unload his truck, stacking all the boxes on my porch. Once we’re finished, he shuts the tailgate and leans against it, wiping his brow with a rag. I walk into my cabin, cut a check for the supplies, and then walk it back out to Travis, handing it to him.
“Gonna be a warm one today,” he says.
“Yeah,” I reply.
He stands up straight and is looking at something over my shoulder, a strange light in his eyes. I turn and immediately see what he’s gawking at. Dressed in short, tight shorts and a t-shirt that hugs her curves enticingly, Emery goes jogging by on the trail. When she glances over at me, the smile that had been forming on her lips instantly dries up. She turns away, puts her head down, and picks up her pace, quickly disappearing where the trail disappears into the woods.
“You know her?” I ask sharply.
