Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“You’re right,” Braden growls, his blue eyes direct. “Modern life is all about the attention economy, and lots of people are disconnected from the land. Myself included,” he says. “It’s sad but true.”
My brows descend in a confused look.
“But I thought you’re a lumberjack. Aren’t you always working on the land?”
Braden looks startled for a moment, but then he nods.
“Yeah definitely,” he replies in a smooth tone. “I guess I forgot because I’m away from my job at the moment. Human nature,” he says with a grin. “If it’s not right in front of my face, then I don’t remember it. But how’s that sweet tea?” he asks. “Sweet enough?”
I smile brightly at him, the eye contact electric.
“Very sweet,” I say. “Just perfect.”
Braden stares at me for a moment, harsh streaks on those high cheekbones. Then, the man literally lets out a low growl before pulling me into his lap.
“Hey, what—?” I squeal.
But there’s no more time for words because the handsome lumberjack’s mouth comes down on mine, ruthless and possessive. His lips are firm and mobile, yet utterly unyielding. His tongue flicks against the seam of mine and with a sigh, my lips part in acquiescence as my hands circle his neck, clinging tight.
“You taste so sweet,” Braden murmurs against my mouth. “I’ve wanted to do this ever since we met.”
“You mean since yesterday?” I ask with a smile. “We’ve only known each other, oh, maybe about twelve hours.”
“But it’s been a frustrating twelve hours,” he growls before claiming my mouth again. “I’ve been thinking about you non-stop, sweetheart. But let me make sure. You are eighteen, right?”
I giggle, pulling away to look into those blazing blue eyes.
“Yes! I graduated from high school already, remember? I’m twenty.”
“Good, just making sure,” lumberjack rasps in a throaty tone. “I want you, sweetheart, but I don’t want to go to jail. It’s worth double-checking.”
Then, all pretense evaporates from his touch. This is an alpha male starved for my curves, and those big hands slide up my waist before cupping my full breasts. The touch is incredibly intimate and I gasp involuntarily as my pupils dilate. Thick fingers stroke my nipples through my thin bra, hot tingles shooting straight from my breasts to my cunt.
“You like that?” he rasps, a hard dick pressing into my bottom. “Does that feel good?”
I can’t reply because it feels too good. Sure, I’ve been with boys before but no one wanted to chance Jim and Robbie’s wrath. So we never got past the awkward kissing phase, and I’ve certainly never sat in a dominating male’s lap as he stroked and caressed my curves. The most I can manage is a delighted “mmmm” as my lashes fall shut, savoring Braden’s intimate touch.
“That’s it,” the mountain man hums, his hands helping me out of my top and bra. “Just enjoy, sweetheart. I want to make you feel good.”
Then, before I realize it, he’s lifted me into his strong arms and carried me to the bedroom. I look at the huge male as he undoes his shirt, uncovering acre upon acre of deliciously bronzed skin. His pecs are heavy slabs, those abs on full display as Braden stares at me with hunger in those azure eyes.
I swallow hard, my pupils dilating, causing him to chuckle.
“Like what you see?” he growls. “How about this?”
I never get a chance to reply because he’s unsnapped his fly, and his massive cock pops out. Again, I’ve never seen a cock in real life, but I’ve watched porn and those actors have nothing on my man because Braden’s absolutely huge. He’s ten inches long, and girthy, with veins going up the right and left sides. The tip of his shaft glistens with arousal, and as I watch, a pearl forms before sliding down, leaving a shiny trail on the stiff pole.
“Oohhhh,” I moan, unable to tear my eyes away.
“Do you want to taste it?” he rasps, fisting his stiffness with one large hand. I nod feverishly, still staring at his massive member.
Braden chuckles again, and stands before me, cupping my delicate chin in one big hand. Then, he uses his other hand to paint my lips with his glans, spreading the seed over my mouth like it’s lipstick.
“You look so beautiful like this,” he rasps, gazing down at me from that towering height. “I love when girls wear cum lipstick.”
I gasp because oh my god, this man is so filthy! Yet I adore the nasty words and merely hold still as he treats me like a fuckdoll. Braden grins again, almost diabolically. “Open,” he commands.
I do as he says, and immediately, that girthy snake is between my lips. The alpha male gives no quarter. One moment, he’s gently painting my lips, and the next I have a mouthful of manhood snaking down my throat.
“Mmm!” I cry out, looking up at him with panic in my eyes. “Mmmph, mmph!”