When I lock my eyes with JR’s and he sees the lust filling them, he switches the flickering flames brightening them to an out-of-control wildfire. After parting my legs so his wide shoulders can fill the gap, he blows a hot breath over my aching pussy before teasing the sensitive skin with the faintest tickle of his beard.
It isn’t wiry or scratchy. It represents a snowflake dusting the tip of your nose. It’s soft but not subtle and oh so teasing.
JR’s molten eyes flick from my dampened sex to my face when a shameful plea tears from my throat. “Please,” I beg again, still unashamed. “I might die if you don’t touch me.”
Although I could blame rampant horniness for my recklessness, it feels so much greater than a desire to get off. I’m alive because of him, yet I had no clue the awakening was only occurring now.
“Please.”
With his eyes boring into mine, he grips my ass, yanks me forward, then drags his tongue up my slit. My body trembles, and every ounce of air in my lungs leaves in a long, frantic moan. His tongue is as calloused as his hands and as thick as his cock.
“Holy shit.”
He spreads me wider, then plunges his tongue in deep while his eyes never once leave mine. They drive me even wilder than the flicks of his tongue and the gentle nibbles of his teeth. He devours me whole while staring at me like he’s the luckiest man alive and has wanted this longer than he’s craved anything else in his life.
With the hope that it is true, I give him everything I have. I grind down on his face before raising one of his hands to my breasts. I don’t have much in the way of feminine assets, but the way JR devours me more hungrily the longer he gropes my breasts makes it seem as if I do.
He consumes me with greedy licks, hungry bites, and growling moans that soon have me teetering on the edge of orgasmic bliss as dangerously as my backside hangs off the vanity. I’m on the brink of detonation.
As my nipples pucker and lava roars through my veins, I weave my fingers through JR’s hair to hold his mouth hostage to my pussy before giving in to the sensation burning me alive.
Lust burns a path from my core to my pussy as I shake through a mind-altering orgasm. It’s long and draining, filled with both relief and vehement need I don’t see being subdued anytime soon.
By the time my eyes remember to blink, JR is standing over me. His sweatpants are huddled around his knees, and his cock is fisted in his big, dominant hand. He looks set to claim me with more than his tongue, but before he can, the glistening drop at the top of his fat cock pops a brilliant idea into my head.
“Can I?” I beg, my voice still husky from the screams that hacked my throat to pieces. After pushing him back, I fall to my knees in front of him. My nonexistent pain threshold is a thing of the past when I peer up at him with lusty, immodest eyes. “Please.”
I’ve never experienced a more primal occurrence than a smart, opinionated woman on her knees in front of a large, beastly man with a cock that’s as monstrous as his personality, and the situation becomes even more erotic when JR gathers the drop of precum I’m mesmerized by so he can rub it into my lips.
He isn’t teasing me with what may come. He’s preparing my lips for the stretch they will inevitably face from taking a man as well-endowed as him.
With my lips wet with precum, I replace JR’s hand with mine before narrowing my head toward the glistening tip of his fat cock. His growl when I swipe my tongue over the slit is felt all the way to the base of his impressive shaft.
When I lower my lips down his twitching shaft, I can’t get much more than the head in, but JR doesn’t seem to mind. He rocks his hips back before I come close to gagging, then he slowly rolls them forward again.
The more he watches me, the faster I stroke the sections of his cock missing out on the heat of my mouth. His cock responds to every teasing lick, suck, and vibration of the moans that won’t quit tearing from my throat. It jerks on repeat, but unlike Cedric’s dick, it doesn’t race over the finish line after only two sucks.
He fucks my face without restraint, and I accept every inch he’s willing to give me. It is a chaotic couple of minutes, and just when I’m on the verge of believing heaven is on earth, JR takes an unsteady step back before slinging his head left to right.
“What is it?” I ask, confident he couldn’t hear the rotation of helicopter blades even if they were once again hovering above us.
Just as the undeniable scent of something burning filters into my nose, JR tugs out the ‘towel’ he stuffed under the door. I leap to my feet when wafts of smoke plume into the bathroom. His cabin is on fire, but instead of racing away from the flames like someone who suffered burns would, JR races straight their way.
ChapterFourteen
Istare at JR’s ruined kitchen with my mouth gaped and my eyes full of tears. When the stew bubbled over, the splatter was caught by the shirt I hung in front of the flames to dry. When it bogged down the cotton, it slipped off its temporary hanging spot, landing straight into the flames of the open fire. It only took seconds for the fire to spread, and despite JR’s best efforts, what wasn’t destroyed by the inferno is covered with black soot.
His cabin is uninhabitable.
When I say that to JR, he slams his fist onto the dining room table so firmly, it snaps in two. His aggression should scare me, not to mention his strength, but the vulnerability he showed before the fire has me stepping toward him instead of repelling away.
“It’s okay. Everything here can be replaced.” He glares at me like I’m insane, like I have no clue how hard he worked for everything he has. “But until then, we can either go back to the other cabin or rent a place in town for a couple of days.”
Now his stare scares me. I’m not panicked he wants to physically harm me. It is the absolute despair in his eyes I’m paying the most attention to.
“What do you want to do, JR? Tell me what you want to do, and I’ll do it?” I’m not a naturally submissive person. If leadership is required, I’m usually the first to put their hand up. But since the damage to his cabin is my fault, I can take a step back and let someone else lead for a change. “Do you want to stay here?” My heart beats at an unnatural rhythm when he angrily shakes his head. “Then where are we going to go? We can’t stay here, but you’re refusing to go to town as well.”
As quickly as my anger surfaced, lucidity made itself known. “We could go to Ravenshoe.” When he scoffs, I blurt out, “You won’t go to town because you don’t trust the Lancasters, but you can trust me when I say they have no influence in Ravenshoe whatsoever.” I step closer to him, hopeful the sincerity in my eyes will get me over the line. “I know people there who will help us.” I gather his hands in mine. “Whatever the Lancasters did to you, we can fix it in Ravenshoe. I promise you that.”
