Page 35 of Challenged By the Ex-Military Lumberjack
She shivers. "Go for it."
I start thrusting up into her, using all my strength, all the power in my hips and thighs. My hands are wrapped tight around her, holding her in place as I fuck her with everything I have.
And she takes it all with a smile on her face, even pleading for more.
"Don't stop, Eli. Please don't stop. More. I need more."
She's never satisfied, and I fucking love it. It pushes me to go harder, faster, deeper. To give her everything she's asking for and then some.
"Fuck, I'm close," she gasps against my neck. "So close."
I don't change a thing. Keep the same pace, the same angle, the same rhythm. That's what she needs. Consistency right now, not variation. It doesn't take more than a few thrusts before her eyes roll back and she comes hard, her whole body going rigid on top of me.
Her pussy clenches around my cock like a vice, pulsing, squeezing, and I can feel every contraction. It's pushing me right to the edge.
"Jade," I grit out. "I'm about to—fuck, I'm going to come."
"Don't stop," she says immediately, her voice breathless and desperate. "Please don't stop fucking me. I need it. All of it. I want your whole load inside me."
Fuck.
She's insane. Absolutely insane.
And I know I should be more responsible. Should pull out. Should ask about birth control or protection or any of the other things that rational people think about.
But how could I say no when I want it just as badly? When the thought of filling her up, marking her from the inside, makes me harder than I've ever been?
If she wants my load, she's getting it.
I fuck her faster, harder, my hips thrusting into her until I can't hold back anymore. Until the pressure builds to a breaking point and I explode. I don't just shoot one load. I shoot three. Three big, thick loads deep inside her pussy, filling her until I can feel it leaking out around my cock.
"Fuck," I groan, my whole body shaking with the force of it. "Fuck, Jade."
She's moaning too, her pussy still clenching around me like she's trying to milk every last drop. Her face is buried in my neck, her breath hot against my skin.
I keep fucking her through it, making sure she gets every last drop. Slow, deep thrusts that push my cum deeper inside her, that make her whimper and cling to me tighter.
Only when I'm sure there's nothing more, when I'm completely spent and my cock is starting to soften, do I finally pull out.
She starts to get up immediately, one hand between her legs. "I can feel your cum trickling down. I'm going to dirty the bed—"
I grab her wrist, pulling her back down beside me. "I don't care."
She blinks at me, surprised. "Eli—"
"Right now, I just want you by my side."
A smile spreads across her face, soft and warm and genuine. "You've changed a lot from the man who wanted everything but to have me close."
"A decent man knows when he's wrong," I say.
She laughs, and the sound fills the quiet bedroom in a way that makes my chest feel tight. Then she settles back down beside me, and we naturally fall into position: limbs intertwined, her head on my chest, my arm around her shoulders.
It's been so long since I've held someone like this. Since I've wanted to.
We lie there in silence for a while, both of us catching our breath. The rain has stopped completely now. I can hear birds outside, the normal sounds of the forest coming back to life.
"Can I ask you something?" she says eventually, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest.
