Lumberjack (A Real Man, 1) Read Online Free PDF

done with you, Vivian, you’ll know exactly what it’s like to be with a real man.”
    And when it’s all said and done, I don’t know if I’ll be able to let you walk away.

    Vivian
    H is mouth was on mine a second later. I melted against him, never having felt this type of masculinity before. His cock dug into my belly, hard, thick, huge. I most certainly had never been with a man this big ... all over.
    He still had his hand in my hair, his fingers tangled in the strands. He used his other hand to snake down my back to cup my ass through the robe.
    I wanted the damn thing off.
    He kissed me raw and hard, sweeping his tongue inside of my mouth and claiming me fully. I’d never felt so possessed by a man before. The hand in my hair tightened, sending a sting of pleasurable pain through my scalp, to my breasts, and finally straight to the center of my pussy.
    I moaned, and it was as if that sound triggered something else in him. Jake gripped my waist with both hands and lifted me off the ground effortlessly. I imagined him wielding that ax, using all the strength every single day. My pussy clenched and became wetter.
    I tightened my legs around his waist. The robe parted, and I was nude under the material. I felt the warm, hard skin of his abdomen right on my pussy. A gasp left me at how sensitive I was.
    He grunted, held me up with one arm, and gripped the back of my hair again with his other hand. With my throat arched once more, he broke the kiss and dragged his tongue up my neck. God, I was falling in love with that act. It had my entire body tingling.
    And then he set me on the ground, took a step back, and, in one swift move, removed the robe from me.
    There I stood, stark naked, my nipples hard, my breasts feeling full, and my pussy so wet I wouldn’t have been surprised if some of that cream trailed down my inner thigh.
    He looked his fill, and I shivered in response, not even able to stop myself from reacting. Jake moved closer, slipped his hand under over the curve of my ass while holding his gaze with mine, and squeezed the flesh. I felt every callus along the pads of his fingers. It was a testament to the manual labor he did.
    “Are you wet for me?” he asked in a low voice.
    I could only nod.
    “You want me to touch your wet pussy?”
    Again, I could only nod.
    He ran his teeth up and down my neck, nipped at my flesh, and thrust his erection against my belly. I couldn’t handle all this hotness, all this maleness personified. I was going to die if I didn’t feel him in me, making me forget about every shitty thing that I’d ever dealt with.
    I was feverish and excited; all I could think about was how it would feel to have him thrust all those thick inches into me.
    “Fuck, I’m so damn hard for you I can’t stand it.”
    My body tingled even more after he spoke.
    He murmured something low and gruff against my temple, and I closed my eyes and just absorbed it all. I felt like a damn virgin at how aroused this man made me feel. I’d never felt this kind of intensity before.
    Moving my hands between our bodies, I fumbled for the zipper of his jeans. I needed them off, needed to see what he was working with. Apparently, he wasn’t having any of that, because, in the next second, he had his hands around my waist again and had me turned over the back of the couch.
    I clenched my fingers in the fabric and looked over my shoulder at him.
    The look on his face had this small sound escaping me. I felt my eyes widen when he crouched on his haunches right behind me, the feel of his warm, humid breath moving along the cheeks of my ass.
    I was hyperventilating at this point.
    He groaned and palmed my ass right before he ran his nose up and down the crease of my bottom. “You smell so fucking good.” The heavy weight of his palm landed on my right ass cheek, and a squeak of pleasure and surprise slipped out. He lifted his gaze and stared right at me. “You like when I do that?”
    I nodded. Yeah, I really