Page 13 of Property of the Woodsman

He growls low and moves in one quick motion, swinging me up onto his shoulder like I weigh nothing at all, though I most certainly do. “Tell me what you did wrong.”

“What?” I pant as he holds me in place, my ass exposed to the cool air. “Put me down.”

“Tell me why you’re being punished.”

My clit throbs involuntarily as rain patters on the windows outside. “I came when you told me to stop.”

A sudden sharp sting wallops against my ass. “That’s right. Now tell me who’s in charge?”

Oh my God, why do I want to come again?

“You,” I manage, squirming against his shoulders.

“That’s right.” He settles me onto the edge of the sofa and stares down at me. “Unzip my jeans and put my cock in your mouth.”

My lips drop open as I draw my gaze down over the bulge behind the denim.

“Do it, little rabbit. You were warned. Now you’re getting your punishment.”

My heart hammers and my hands shake as I focus on the buckle of his belt, unfastening it slowly before unzipping his jeans and releasing the massive beast he’s been hiding.

I try not to look too impressed, but I am.

He’s huge.

As my hand grips it, I can get a sense of its weight. I never thought a cock could have a noticeable weight to it!

I don’t know if I could even take him inside me. Hell, I think getting him into my mouth is going to be a struggle.

“Take my cock in that little throat,” he growls. “Right now, little bunny.”

My clit throbs as I take his thick dick in my hand and pump him slowly before leaning in to lick and suck.

“Jesus Christ, you’re a good little slut.”

I didn’t think I’d like being called a slut, but the context here is pretty great, and it’s only serving to soak me all over again.

“You liked that I watched you come, didn’t you?” How the hell does his voice keep getting deeper? “The thought of my eyes on your little pussy, watching you get redder and redder until those thick lips started to spasm.”

I grind upward, desperate for his touch as I take his cock deep into my throat.

“That’s right, gag. Gag on my dick, little bunny, and get ready to swallow my load. You want to taste how excited you made me?”

Oh Lord.

He thrusts into my mouth harder and faster, his cock heavy and rigid as he pushes back and forth against my stretched lips, his thick fingers lost in my hair, a low groan emanating from his chest.

He’s going to come. I can feel his thighs tightening, his cock getting harder, his balls drawing up. I sturdy my grip on him and suck with a steady motion, twisting my tongue around the head with light pressure in opposite directions until all at once he howls out and releases his hot, salty seed against my tongue.

“Fuck,” he groans loud and ragged, like he’s lost control. “Swallow it. I want to watch my seed slide down your throat.”

I do as he’s asked because I want to know his taste. I want to feel his warmth slide into my stomach. I want every ounce of him, every drop.

“Good girl.” He thrusts into me slowly as I swallow him down, his fingers in my hair, his palm against my face. “Now lay back. I need to taste you.”

I don’t hesitate for a second. I do as he’s asked and lay back against the sofa as he kneels before me and kisses my thighs one at a time, before abandoning the romance for the main show.

His beard against my pussy, his fingers tucked inside of me, a deep growl in his throat as he thrusts, licks, and groans.