Page 3 of Disciplined by the Sexy Lumberjack

CHAPTER THREE

Kaylee

I step out of the shower and wrap myself in a towel. I’m embarrassed as hell, of course, and I’m also almost sick with relief. The crazy thing about all of it is that what sticks with me more than anything else at the moment is that spank Daniel landed. God, it hurt! I mean, I’m sure it hurt the way it did because of how damned cold my skin was.

I’m so fucking horny I could die.

That’s kind of strange given I made myself cum pretty damned hard just a short while ago. Twice.

It’s more than kind of strange given not only was I caught naked outdoors by a man I want but also almost got mauled by a bear, for Christ’s sake. It has to be the most humiliating moment of my life and yet my body feels like it’s on high alert and desperate. I grab a towel and try to figure out what I wear to be really sexy. I want Daniel so badly right now and all I can think about it is finding something to wear that makes him want to see it come off me.

I stop.

For Heaven’s sake, he’s already seen me with nothing on.

What in the world am I trying to accomplish?

I dry off, blow dry my hair, and gather together pigtails on either side of my face. I secure them with two of Kaylen’s pink ribbons and then I put on some pink lipstick.

That’s it.

That’s the outfit. I wrap myself in a fresh towel and walk out. He sits on the couch where I left him. “Daniel,” I say, “I want to thank you for saving me.”

“You’re welcome,” he says and then he looks up and sees me. The expression on his face is wonderful.

“I said I want to thank you,” I reply. “I haven’t yet.”

Then, heart beating like crazy, I step toward him, pulling off the towel as I do.

I can see the indecision in his eyes, so I move very quickly toward him and just to make sure I’m well underway before he has a chance to think twice, I fall to my knees in front of him. He appears almost shocked, but I work as efficiently as I can getting his belt off and then yanking down his pants. It’s only then that he says, “Look, I—”

By then, it’s too late because I get his cock out and get my mouth on it. I don’t know how good I am at sex. I mean, I move my hips and all that, but I don’t really know. I know for a fact, though, that I’m damned good at giving head. I move my tongue in swirls over the crown as I slide my lips down the shaft. I relax my throat so I can go deep, and I feel his body relax. There’s no more indecision, and that turns me on to no end.

I focus my attention on what I’m doing with my mouth and when he sighs with pleasure, I moan instinctively around his cock.

He gasps and stiffens and I look innocently up at him as I continue to suck his cock like it’s his last night on Earth. I keep moaning and gently caress his balls while my other hand slides up and down his navel and explores his rock-hard chest.

He stares at me with an almost predatory expression that sends a shiver down my spine. I go deep on his cock, pushing until my lips press against the base of his shaft. I hold myself there and swallow deeply once, twice, three times. He moans each time and after the third time, he growls and in one fluid motion, pushes me off his cock, lifts me up, and throws me onto the couch.

I cry out, then gasp as he dives between my legs and the air is driven from my lungs. If I am good at head, Daniel has to be the god of oral sex. I enjoy being eaten out and I’ve been lucky that the guys I’ve had sex with have all been at least decent at it but what Daniel does is beyond incredible. It feels like my body is an instrument and Daniel a virtuoso who manipulates my clit like a string and causes me to gasp, moan, stiffen, shake and writhe, all the while keeping his mouth firmly planted on my pussy.

When I cum, my body stiffens so much that I lift off of the couch. He places his hands under my back and holds me in the air while I shudder and scream around his mouth, which continues to lick and suck feverishly, sending fireworks of pleasure through my body.

“Oh God, Daddy, I want you right now!” I shout.

Unlike my fantasy, Daniel does not hesitate but immediately drops me on the couch and slams into me. I can’t say I’m disappointed that reality didn’t directly follow fantasy because the orgasm that hits the moment he slams into me is far more powerful than anything I’ve ever experienced before. All I can do is scream and shake and pulse around his cock until he groans, and I feel him jerk and twitch inside me.

Even though my body is still roiling with the power of my climax, I manage to find the strength to grind my hips crazily over his cock as he pumps inside me. I repeat over and over, “Cum inside me, Daddy. Cum inside me,” and don’t stop moving until his cock stops twitching and he relaxes over me.

We lay in each other’s arms for several minutes, basking in the afterglow. I trace my fingers lightly over his back and try to wrap my head around the rollercoaster day I’ve had. Within the span of an hour, I’ve masturbated thinking about Daniel, nearly been eaten by a bear, been rescued from that bear by Daniel, watched him fight off said the bear, then sucked and fucked him to oblivion.

Almost to oblivion. Somehow, despite the power of both of our orgasms, we manage to find the strength to give each other a few more in the shower and then several more in bed before we finally collapse in each other’s arms, exhausted and drift to sleep.