Page 157 of The Lumberjack and the City Slicker

I need it.

He’s so big and thick, and I lick my way from his base to his tip, then back to his balls.

Exploring, tasting, savoring, learning.

Then I take him in, sucking him inside as far as he can go. I moan softly around his shaft as I slide my mouth up and down, gagging a little.

His eyes are wide open, and he’s watching me, mouth agape.

I slide down again, and one hand reaches for my hair.

He’s not forcing, he’s cradling—and fuck me, that’s so hot.

“Fuck, Trouble, you’re gonna make me come,” he murmurs, and my pussy clenches on air in response.

I’ve never been the siren. Never the fantasy girl. But with him, I feel like maybe I am.

Maybe he wants this as much as I do.

“Stop now, Baby, or I won’t be able to,” he growls, but I suck him back down, reaching between my legs with one hand and he hisses.

“Fuck, you want that? Want my cum down your throat?”

I nod, tapping my clit and sucking him harder because yes, I want that.

I really do.

“Goddamn, you’re perfect. Whatever you want, you can have. You want my cum? It’s yours,” he groans, and I feel it.

The first pulse—hot and thick—fills my mouth before I’m ready, but I swallow it down.

The second and third pulses follow quickly. They roll through him, into me, and I moan as I swallow, letting it all slide down my throat.

Then he’s tugging my lips from his dick and pulling me up his body. And now he’s kissing me, his fingers replacing mine between my legs.

It’s frantic, desperate, but also purposeful.

Intentional.

I come in seconds. So turned on I can’t help it—and honestly? Why would I even try?

“Can you be quiet for me, Baby?” he whispers.

I nod, still breathing heavy from the first explosion of pleasure, but still I gasp when I feel his cock—hard and ready—pressing into me.

“So fucking wet,” he whispers, and kisses me harder.

He’s so strong, so big. Greyson moves us both until we’re facing each other on our sides.

Then he starts the rhythm and I follow him as if it is the only thing in the world I’m supposed to do.

Our bodies move together in slow, building heat.

Every brush of skin sends sparks up my spine.

Every murmur he makes feels like a victory and a promise all at once.

“I love you,” I whisper against his mouth this time.