Mountain Man Lumberjack Read Online Natasha L. Black

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Beneath me, Tammy gasped, wiggling her chest. “Mike,” she moaned, grabbing fists full of my hair.

I lavished attention on the second nipple, rolling it between my teeth and my tongue until she cried out in ecstasy. I began my journey again, moving away from her breasts and down the path my fingers had drawn. I stopped at her belly button, circling it with my tongue. Her legs fell open around me, her femininity so close I could almost taste it.

I dipped one finger gently between folds of skin, thrilling at the moisture that had already collected there. I circled around until I found her clit, pressing it to her core. She gasped, arching her back and thrusting her chest in the air. I let my finger drift around her opening, lighting up all the pleasure nodes. She was panting by the time I slipped my finger inside her, and I felt an instant response from her internal muscles. She clenched around me, and I had to force myself to remain calm.

I dragged my finger in and out, mimicking the movements that I most wanted to perform. At the same time, I thumbed her clit, bringing her to the brink of climax and thrusting her over. She screamed my name, loud enough for the entire town to hear. I slid my hand free, leaving her open. Pulling my jeans off with the speed of necessity, I threw them away. I reached down to stroke myself, calming the beast.

Tammy lay spread out before me, her legs wide, her sex wet. Her hair fanned out over the blanket, her breasts beautiful orbs in the moonlight. Instead of plunging into her, I pulled her into my arms and flipped her over. I caught a wicked smile as she played along, positioning herself on hands and knees. Now I was treated to a glorious vision of her backside, perfectly curved and awaiting my touch.

I moved closer, taking hold of her hips, spreading her legs so I could kneel between them. With one hand, I guided myself in. The other hand lay at the base of her spine, keeping her steady. I sunk deeper, inch by inch, submerging myself in a little piece of heaven. She was so tight and warm, her canal constricting with the aftershocks of her climax. I planted myself fully, moving both hands to her hips.

Using fistfuls of her flesh for leverage, I ground deeper, reaching for her soul. I dragged myself out and thrust back in, feeling the satisfying smack of her thighs against mine. She gasped, her breasts swinging free above the blanket. I experimented with another rocking motion, in and out, deeper still. She called my name, leaving no question in either of our minds that she did love me.

An urgency gripped me suddenly, and I began to move faster, slamming into her without regard for decorum. I drew my rod out, glistening in the silver light of the moon, and rammed it back home. Again and again, until our bodies accepted the rhythm and moved with the current. She pressed her butt against me, asking for it. I delivered, fucking her sweet cunt as hard as I could. When I felt the tension rising and knew that I had seconds left, I bent over her, closing one palm around her breast.

She was so eager, so beautiful. Her perfect figure took me over the edge. With my cock inside her and her breast in my hand, I shot my load, burying myself as far down in her tunnel as I could go. In answer, she screamed. Her body shuddered, a ripple effect streaming down her spine to land between her legs.

I felt the familiar tug of her inner muscles squeezing my shaft and knew that she had experienced pleasure again. We were breathing heavily, both gasping for the night air. She moaned, parting her legs slightly and leaning back against me. As I began to lose my hard-on, she relished the last few moments of our connection, unwilling to let me go.

I released her breast and set my hand back on her spine. With reluctance, I slid free, and we were suddenly two people again. She rolled over onto her seat, a satisfied smile on her lips. She rose to her knees, still not a match for my height. Coming close, she pressed her chest to my chest and tilted her head up, demanding a kiss.

I obeyed, feeling her mouth even more soft and inviting than before. We sealed the kiss after a long moment, each one of us hot and spent. In a daze, we began collecting our clothing and stepping back into long-lost pants. I was reluctant to see her cover herself, hiding the raw woman that I knew she was.

When we had finally dressed, she made a move to check on the fishing poles. I grabbed her back, pulling her down on the blanket and wrapping my arms around her.

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