7. Hannah
7
HANNAH
Every nerve in my body is tingling with anticipation as Kane floors it away from the festival. I’m sitting in the passenger seat of his truck, my dress disheveled and my panties sodden. I’ve never felt anything like the pleasure Kane just gave me. His mouth on my most intimate area, his tongue inside me…it was beyond intense. Judging from the wet patch on the crotch of his jeans, he enjoyed it too.
“Did you spill that cherry sundae on your pants?” I ask innocently as we barrel through the forest.
Kane smirks at me. “You know I didn’t, Ginger Snap.”
“Then what’s that stain?”
“You know damn well what it is.” His eyes flash. “It’s your fault. That sweet little pussy of yours made me come in my pants.”
I bite my lip, clamping my thighs together to try to stop the growing ache. “It’s my fault you dropped to the ground and ate me out in a cherry orchard?”
His grip tightens on the steering wheel as he says, “That’s what you do to me, princess.”
I shudder at his words. My orgasm was incredible, but I’m ready for more. Heck, I’ve been ready for more since the moment I saw Kane. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.
At twenty-two, I’m still a virgin. My parents sent me to an exclusive all-girls’ school, and boys were always a total mystery to me. But Kane isn’t a boy—he’s a man. A big, infuriating, sexy-as-heck man, and I want every inch of him all to myself.
We finally grind to a halt outside a rustic log cabin. I barely have a second to take in the flower-filled yard and the generous front porch before Kane bundles me out of the truck, pulling me into his arms and carrying me inside.
His home is exactly what I imagined it would be: leather couches, wooden beams, and an enormous brick fireplace. The windows overlook the forest, green leaves swaying in the breeze, and I catch sight of several boxes on a nearby table, all with Buttercup Bakery stamped on top.
“Are those cherry pies?” I ask, forcing Kane to stop in his tracks and follow my gaze.
“Yes.”
“The cherry pies you’ve been buying from the bakery?” I raise an eyebrow at him. “The pies you kept buying because you said you’d finished them all?”
Kane grunts. “What’s your point, Ginger Snap?”
“Why do you keep buying cherry pies if you already have so many?”
“You’re a smart cookie,” he says, pulling my body tighter against his. “Why don’t you tell me?”
My cheeks heat beneath the intensity of his gaze. He’s holding me bridal-style, carrying me like I’m weightless, and my breath catches in my throat as I lose myself in his warm brown eyes.
“You…you’re trying to build the world’s tallest cherry pie tower?” I ask.
“Wrong.”
“You’re a cherry pie hoarder with a serious problem?”
Kane lets out a huff of breath before he bends his neck and kisses me hard on my open mouth, his lips bruising and urgent.
“The cherry pies were an excuse to see you,” he murmurs as he pulls away. “You’ve been driving me crazy, princess.” His eyes burn as he looks at me. “Fuck, I can’t wait anymore. I need you.”
He carries me out of the living room and into a spacious bedroom housing the biggest bed I’ve ever seen. I guess when you’re as big as Kane, you need a lot of room.
He lowers me onto the mattress and kicks off his shoes, then starts to unbutton his flannel shirt. My pulse races with anticipation as he shrugs it off to reveal his huge, inked, hairy chest. He’s all thick muscles and weathered skin—a man who’s spent a lifetime working hard out in the open. My core throbs at the sight of him towering over the bed, shirtless, his hands grabbing at his jeans and yanking them down to reveal his wet, tented boxers. His bulge is enormous, straining against the fabric. Clearly, he’s ready to go again after his orgasm in the cherry orchard, and I swallow hard as his boxers come down with a quick tug.
A jolt of desire rockets through me as his thick, meaty cock springs free. I might not know a lot about male anatomy, but Kane’s cock is enormous—just as big as the rest of his giant frame. He’s still messy from coming earlier, and he grabs his boxers, using them to towel himself off.
“What are you staring at, Ginger Snap?” he asks, eyes darkening when he sees me looking at his cock.
I swallow. “Um…your belly button.”
Kane smirks before clambering onto the bed and pressing a kiss on my lips. His hands roam my body, tugging at my dress, and I help him pull it up over my head. Those piercing brown eyes burn into my skin, taking me in, and I’m hit by a wave of self-consciousness. This sexy, giant lumberjack can see everything: my plump belly, my jiggly thighs, the thickness of my waist. But he seems to like what he sees. There’s a feral glint in his eyes as he says, “You’re so fucking pretty, Hannah.”
His praise warms me from head to toe. I help him unclasp my bra, and he tosses it aside urgently, gazing at my breasts with a groan. He reaches down to fist his cock with one hand as he grabs my left tit with the other, rubbing my pebbled nipple with the pad of his thumb. I jolt at the sensitivity, gasping as Kane sinks his head to my chest and takes my nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his lips and tongue.
It feels so good.
“Oh!” I gasp as Kane snakes a hand into my panties, cupping my mound, his thumb circling my clit as he sucks hard on my nipple. It doesn’t take long for me to come for him. My core throbs hard, and I moan as my release sends pleasure zipping between my legs. My pussy is wetter than ever, arousal seeping down my thighs and onto the bed beneath us. I’ve never been so aware of the empty space inside me—the space I need Kane to fill with his thick cock.
His mouth releases my nipple with a ‘pop’, and his eyes darken as he looks at me. “You better be ready for me, princess.”
I nod eagerly as he whips off my wet panties, throwing aside the final layer between us. Kane lets out a rough breath as his hands roam my body, feeling my curves, my skin tingling beneath his touch. We’re both naked, and nothing is stopping us now. My core aches with need as Kane grips my thighs and pushes them apart, exposing me completely to his ravenous gaze. He positions himself between my legs, the fat head of his cock poking against me, making me shiver.
God, yes. I want him so badly.
I prop myself up on my elbows, looking down at the place where our bodies are touching. Kane’s cock looks enormous pressing against me—so long and meaty—and I let out a whimper as his tip parts my folds. I watch the giant length start to disappear inside of me, squeezing me open, and the pressure steals the breath from my lungs. It’s so overwhelming. Tears spring to my eyes as Kane’s rock-hard length invades my pussy, filling me up. I’m breathing hard as I watch him inch forward—every time I’m sure he must be finished, he keeps on feeding me more of him, pushing so deep that it feels like he might split me in two.
“Fuck,” Kane groans as he finally bottoms out. “You feel so good.” There’s a fierce look in his eyes, but his hands are gentle as he tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “You okay?”
I nod, sucking in a breath as I feel his cock twitch inside me. “I think so.”
“You need to tell me if it hurts.” He looks at me seriously. “I’ve never done this before, but I want to make you feel good.”
My heart flutters as I look into those molten brown eyes. “I haven’t done this before either.”
Kane makes a noise deep in his throat before he bends down to kiss me, his mouth soft against mine.
“I’ll be gentle,” he mutters between kisses. “I’ll take care of you.”
My body relaxes slightly as his tongue slips between my lips in a slow, passionate kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, heart pounding as I kiss him back, our mouths warm and sweet. Then, a moment later, Kane starts to move. His lips muffle my gasp as his thick cock slides back before thrusting forward again, hitting a bundle of nerves deep inside me.
“Fuck,” Kane groans against my lips, his brow furrowed in concentration as he repeats the motion, dragging his cock out slightly before pushing in to the hilt. “You still okay, princess?”
I nod, my legs trembling as Kane thrusts inside again, building up a slow rhythm. I’m starting to see what all the fuss is about. His cock brushes against every delicious spot, making me throb with pleasure every time he moves. It feels amazing, but I’m ready for more. My body is crying out for Kane to fuck me. I’m ready for him to rut me like an animal—to pound me with his fat cock and claim my virginity. It feels like every nerve has sprung to life, and a deep primal need is taking over me—a need for this giant lumberjack to make me his in every way possible.
“Faster!” I moan.
Kane grits his teeth, a sheen of sweat coating his forehead. “Who’s the bossy one now?”
Before I can respond, he grabs my knees and roughly pushes them farther apart, opening me up for him. His movements turn wild, and I throw my head back as he fucks me hard, stuffing me full of his cock.
“Oh, God!”
“You like that, princess?”
“Yes!” I cry. “Don’t stop.”
Kane growls. “I’m not stopping until you come for me.”
I shiver at his words, relishing the sloppy sounds of our bodies smacking together, Kane’s bed creaking loudly beneath us. Instinctively, I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Eyes on me,” Kane says immediately, reaching down to tilt my chin up as I open my eyes again. “Good girl. Fuck, look at how pretty you are.”
It feels like he’s piercing my soul with his gaze as he stares at me, keeping up the bruising rhythm. He looks so sexy—his huge body dwarfing mine as he fucks me, sweat shining on his inked chest, eyes wild, teeth gritted like he’s forcing himself not to come.
“OH!” He hits a spot deeper inside me, and my walls tremble. My orgasm is blooming, and I buck my hips, meeting Kane thrust for thrust and taking him deeper than ever.
“Good girl,” he says as my moans reach fever pitch. “You’re gonna come for me now, princess. There’s nothing you can do to stop it.”
My eyes roll back as he pummels my pussy, hitting that perfect spot again and again. It’s pure heaven. I grab wildly at Kane, pulling on his hair, clawing at his back as every muscle starts to tighten and squeeze, a balloon of pleasure ready to burst.
“KANE!”
I scream his name as my release crashes over me. My heart races as pleasure explodes between my shaking legs, sending ripples through every inch of my body. The world turns hazy, but I can still feel Kane’s cock thrusting into me, his rhythm turning jerky and frenzied.
“Fuck, Hannah!” he growls, letting out a deep groan as his warm cum spurts deep inside my pussy, filling me up.
He slumps on top of me, and for a while, there’s silence but for our mingled breathing and the sound of birds outside. I come back to myself slowly, blinking up at Kane as he lifts his head to look at me.
“That was perfect,” he says hoarsely.
I hum in agreement, still a little dazed as Kane leans in to kiss me, softly cupping my cheek as he slips out of me.
“You’re so pretty when you come,” he mutters, trailing kisses along my jawline. “I want to make you do it again.”
I grin at him. “At least let me catch my breath first.”
“Fine. I’ll give you five minutes.”
“Wow. How generous of you.”
Kane grunts. “Careful, Ginger Snap, or I’ll make it two minutes.”
I roll my eyes teasingly. “This is what I mean about you being bossy.”
“One minute.” He raises an eyebrow. “You’re pushing it.”
“You really think you can boss around the official winner of the Cherry Hollow pie-baking contest?”
“Thirty seconds.”
I bite back a smile. “I guess you’re just mad that I beat you.”
“Ten seconds.”
“An out-of-towner, not even from here?—”
“Okay, that’s it.”
My giggle quickly turns into a moan of pleasure as Kane thrusts into me again, pinning my hands on either side of my head so I can’t move. I surrender myself to him, savoring the way his cock fills me up, making me come again and again. My whole body is on fire with pure pleasure, but it’s more than just physical as I look into Kane’s brown eyes and let myself come undone for him. I’m falling for this lumberjack—hook, line, and sinker. There’s still so much he doesn’t know about me, but right now, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is this magical afternoon with the man who has turned my world upside down.