"Is this okay?"
He nods his head with a fire behind his golden-brown eyes. I quickly undo the belt, unzipping him and yanking his pants down, revealing his thick, hard cock. I lick my lips and slide all of him into my mouth, but I don't even get a minute in before he groans out, "No way. You first."
The next thing I know, the lumberjack is grabbing my hips and pulling them toward him as I fall back against the couch. He tears off my pink yoga pants, and my panties soon go with them. And then, just like in my fantasy the other day, his beard is scratching my sensitive inner thighs as his hungry mouth greets my pussy.
I writhe under his tongue and grip his hair as my climax powers through me. My entire body seizes as I cry out his name.
Flint looks up at me with a wicked grin and stands, quickly undressing. I yank off my oversized sweater and undo my bra, throwing it behind the couch. My sexy lumberjack growls at the sight of my large breasts and climbs above me, grabbing themhungrily with his rough hands and licking my sensitive nipples as I moan out.
Opening my legs, I whisper, "I need you in me now."
He growls against my tit in response, then penetrates me. I arch my back underneath him, taking in all of his size. Wrapping my legs around him, I help him enter me deeper, and our bodies sync up as he thrusts inside me, making my breasts bounce underneath his face.
Our moans intertwine as he fucks me, gripping the back of my hair before growling out above me as he tumbles over the edge.
We lie on the couch for a few minutes, our hearts slowly returning to normal, Flint's hand still in my hair.
"Can you spend the night?" I whisper.
"I would love to," he says, kissing the side of my head.
9
Flint
The December sun shines through the window as I blink my eyes open, taking a moment to realize where I am. Petula shifts next to me, snuggling into my hairy chest, and a sense of warmth and hope courses through me. Memories of the evening before rush back, and I smile to myself. Completely flabbergasted that this is my life.
Picking up my phone, I check the time and then sit up with a start, accidentally waking up the curvy witch beside me.
"Sorry," I say with a soft chuckle, "but I didn't realize it was this late. I need to shower and get to the diner."
"Oh, yeah. Your big Christmas brunch," she says, smiling at me sleepily.
"Do you want to join me? They would love to have you."
"Are you sure? I don't want to be a party crasher."
"Oh, I'm a hundred percent sure, but just be prepared that my buddies and one of the moms, Sheila, will definitely be all up in your grill wanting to get to know you. She's a sweetheart, but she definitely is a bit of a busybody," I say with a sheepish grin.
"Alright. If it's cool with you," Petula says, snuggling into me, and I lean over, kissing her forehead.
"It's beyond cool with me."
The diner is bustling when Petula and I walk in. There are several people I don't personally know, but I see my friend Maddox with his very pregnant wife, Lita, and their eight-year-old daughter, Hope, as soon as we walk in. His brothers, Sawyer and Hunter, are playfully arguing at the jukebox as their cousin, Arlo, and his wife, Calissa, wave us over.
"Hey, Flint. Who's your date?" Calissa asks, giving me a sassy smile.
"This is Petula Delvaux. She is considering moving onto the mountain."
"Jealous," Calissa says, and Arlo laughs, rolling his eyes.
"My wife is a former mountain woman. I had to drag her into the foothills when we fell in love," he says, and Calissa gives him a tight side hug.
"Yup, but it was worth it," she says, looking at her husband adoringly.
Suddenly, I hear an excited gasp and turn to see Sheila rushing over to us.
"Flint, did you seriously bring a date?" She says, clasping Petula's hands.
