Snowed In wth the Lumberjack Read Online Lee Savino

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
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There are faint stretch marks on the curves of her hips and insides of her thighs. I trace them, first with my fingers, then with my tongue. She makes the most adorable little whimpers and squeals. Is she embarrassed about her body? Her responses? At one point she tries to roll on her front. I spank her sweet ass. “No. No hiding from me.”

It takes her a moment to obey. I give her another swat and her rear jiggles so nicely, I spank it some more. The redness from her spanking has faded to a pink flush. It’ll be interesting to see how much punishment she can take. She rocks back into position before I can imprint a red mark in the shape of my hand on her bottom.

Her eyes are dark as night, her lips glossy from biting them.

“Relax. I’m going to make this good for you.” I slide my palms under her ass, gripping her punished flesh in a reminder of what happens when she disobeys me. I need her to let go, to give me control. Erotic pain can unlock some people better than pleasure can. I suspect it works that way for Lainey.

I let my beard brush over the crease of her thighs, teasing her, circling her wet center. Her scent envelopes me until I’m drunk with it. I thumb her pussy lips until she’s restless and desperate, not for escape, but for more.

That’s when I lick her. She tenses up but I wear her down, massaging her intimate folds with the lightest touches of my fingertips and tongue. I tickle her clit and taste her from the top of her labia to the bottom. I prop her hips up higher and lick in long, rhythmic strokes. Up and down, up and down, until her hips rock with each pass.

Every so often, she lets out a little coo or sigh. She’s been such a good girl, keeping quiet this whole time.

I take a break and lean back, spreading her labia to drink in the view. Her little clit is swollen and needy.

“I want you to come. You can cry out if you want, but the only thing you say is my name. Got it?” I punctuate my command with a light smack, right on top of her clit.

She gasps.

“Nod if you understand.”

She nods so hard, her hair flops into her face.

“Hang on, babygirl.” I dive back in, licking her in the same rhythm until she’s at a simmer.

“Joel,” she hums my name at a volume barely above a whisper. I lick lower, and delve a thumb to massage the shiny skin around the knot of her anal entrance. All of her is mine. Mine to explore. Mine to possess. Mine to fuck.

“Joel!” She clenches her bottom cheeks, trying to squeeze herself shut, but I press my face to her pussy, driving my tongue into her channel to lick up all the juices there. Her hips judder, her whole body vibrating at peak intensity. She turns my name into a moan. I squeeze her ass in rhythm to my tongue fucking her.

She finds my head, digging her fingers into my hair and tugging hard enough to rip it out by the roots. I don’t stop. She’s panting my name, singing it out as her muscles clench.

“That’s it, baby,” I say, my mouth filled with her pussy. She jerks, coming undone on my tongue. Her cries are the sweetest music.

I rise up, beard dripping, and crowd closer, making her legs stretch wide. Her pussy is hot and sopping wet in my palm. I’ve penetrated her with my tongue. She’s loose from her orgasms, but she needs more preparation before I give her my dick.

I slip a finger inside, collecting the wetness. I add another and watch her face—the flutter of her eyelashes, the tiny wince in the corner of her mouth.

“You can take me,” I tell her, and the wrinkle between her brows disappears. She’s so damn responsive to my commands.

We stay like that, joined by my fingers inside her. I toy with her, exploring her wet heat, hooking a finger around to find the rough patch on the front wall of her pussy and swirling over the ridges until it swells.

She’s already come twice, her pleasure painted pink on cheeks and chest. The next time she comes, I’ll be inside her.

“I’m going to put my dick here,” I tell her, being crude on purpose. I have three fingers at her entrance, stretching her. “Inside you. I’m the only man who will have you this way.”

Now and forever. The thought flashes through my mind, and I push it away.

She nods, looking nervous and eager at the same time. It’s too much. I slide my fingers out of her and yank off my flannel shirt so fast, I lose a few buttons. My undershirt and jeans get tossed on the pile. Her eyes widen at the sight of my dick but she doesn’t scramble away.


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