Page 121 of The Lumberjack and the City Slicker

Wave after wave, listening to her suck in air, gasping for breath.

She tugs on my hair when the sensation grows too strong.

But I don’t relent.

Not yet.

Instead, I lick her lazily, tongue swiping through her folds, I keep on eating her through every last tremble and aftershock.

I’m like a beast. Hungry for her. Only her. And I feast on her pleasure like a wild thing.

And when she finally pulls me back up to her, breathless and flushed, her eyes are different.

Open.

Bright.

Pupils blown.

But she’s not shying away from it. From me.

No, she just cups my face with both hands.

“Don’t disappear on me,” she whispers.

I press my forehead to hers.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I tell her.

And this time—I believe it.

I kneel between her legs.

“Keep them open for me, Baby. That’s it. Show me that pretty pussy,” I growl, rubbing my cock through her folds.

“Fuck. Condom.”

I close my eyes, angry at myself for not being prepared. I make to move, but she stops me.

“I-I’m clean, and I have an IUD. Please, Greyson. I want you,” she whispers.

My eyes go even wider.

“You mean it. I can take you bare?”

She nods. And a deep wave of possession rolls through me.

Pre-cum is leaking from my tip as I fit my cock to her entrance.

I’m so fucking hard for her right now.

I push in. It’s tight. Almost too tight, and she moans.

I don’t want to hurt her. That’s the last fucking thing on my mind, so I kiss her. I touch her. I wait until her body relaxes.

Then I finally bottom out inside her—and it feels like destiny.

She’s everywhere. Her soft skin, her warm sex, her sweet sounds—they fill me like I fill her. And I know—I know with zero uncertainty—I will take this moment with me to the grave.