Chapter 4
4
Grace
I know that Braden wants to kiss me. In fact, I can sense that the lumberjack wants more than just sweet kisses, and the knowledge makes me go hot all over. It’s as if tingles are sparkling in my private parts, and my nipples harden as I press the doorbell.
After all, I saw the way the alpha male looked at me yesterday. Of course, I was little embarrassed at my appearance because I was grubby from digging in the dirt, and my hair was a rat’s nest. Even worse, after I went back into my cabin, I could see a smudge of dirt on my cheek, and my work clothes looked even more tired and raggedy than usual.
But the handsome lumberjack didn’t notice, or didn’t care. It’s as if he could see through the dirty clothes and messy hair. Those penetrating blue eyes were like x-rays, and I felt Braden’s gaze caressing my curves whenever he turned my way.
Okay, maybe it was more than a soft caress because the lumberjack was eating me up and devouring me like I was the last woman on Earth. Heck, I could practically hear him growl with masculine hunger, and the knowledge made me go hot inside.
But it makes sense because Braden said he’s up here all alone. His grandparents owned the piece of land next to ours, and he inherited it years ago. That’s strange because I don’t recall seeing a doddering old couple around Fairview, but I don’t know absolutely everyone either. Our town is small, but it’s not that small. I guess we never ran into each other.
But Braden’s here for a short break before his next gig starts, and why not? Lots of people come to Tahoe to relax because there’s fishing, hiking, jet-skiing, and all sorts of outdoor sports in the summer. Tahoe is better known for its gorgeous snowfall and excellent skiing (Squaw Valley even hosted the Winter Olympics), but summer is nothing to sneeze at. It’s gorgeous by the lake, and the foliage is slowly growing back. Besides, I’m excited to have a hunky, growly lumberjack living within a stone’s throw of my cabin because I want to explore what it means to be with a man.
I know. It sounds crazy. We just met, but I want to use the opportunity because Braden is incredibly handsome, and also because I’ve never done it before. Most girls I know lost their virginities at fifteen, if not earlier, but the guys at my school always gave me a wide berth, and I’m pretty sure I know why. It’s because of Jimbo and Robbie. My brother and dad aren’t huge, intimidating monsters who go about threatening potential dates with firearms. It’s more the way they look because even I have to admit that the men in my family tend to appear sketchy, with grime perpetually under their nails, shifty eyes, and lank, greasy hair. Jimbo and Robbie are also as skinny as twigs, with ropy muscles and narrow shoulders. Their skin is leathery, tanned and creased, and they tend to wear wife beaters 24/7 as well as shower slippers paired with long, knee-length cargo shorts. It’s just what makes them comfortable, and there’s no talking them out of these particular outfits.
But Jimbo and Robbie are good people. After my mom took off, my dad raised us alone as a single father, and he never breathed a word of complaint. Robbie and I always went to school in the mornings, and we always had money for lunch. Not only that, but Jim worked hard and started up Treadwell Cannabis when we were still kids. We were fine, financially, with food on the table and clothes on our backs. Maybe I didn’t have extras for a trip to the mall, but what mall was I going to go to anyways? The closest Macy’s is an hour away in nearby Sac-town, and I’ve never liked that city. There are too many houses, too many cars, and too many people. I’m an outdoorsy girl, and revel in the freedom of the mountains, trees, and sky.
So yes, Jim and Robbie take care of me, and I do my best by them as well. They asked if I could live up the mountain to look after our plants, and I said yes. Maybe my cabin isn’t fancy, but it’s fine. Again, there’s plenty of food, water, and sunshine, and I have a roof over my head and a small garden to call my own. It can be a little lonely at times, but I journal every day, in addition to trying out new recipes. I can’t exactly stream Netflix because reception is spotty, but the short-wave radio always works, and I quite like tuning in to the soothing babble of NPR as I do the dishes and tidy up before bed. It’s a healthy, wholesome life.
But now, I have a new neighbor, and he’s insanely gorgeous and fierce. Braden is older, obviously, but magnetic and exciting. I don’t think he’s too old either. 35? 40? 45 even? Nonetheless, the man is a sex god, and last night I dreamed about seeing him shirtless again, those bronzed muscles straining as he hefted an axe. He’s right, after all: I was spying when he chopped wood, and I was even touching myself a bit as I watched. My hand slipped up to squeeze a big breast beneath my shirt, and I may even have niggled my clit a little because he was huge and magnificent. What woman wouldn’t do the same? It’s feminine intuition, and the natural response of a pliant, willing female to a hard, dominant man.
Now, the doorbell buzzes and heavy footsteps sound. My breathing goes rapid as awareness tingles over my skin, and the voice in my head speaks. Calm down, Gracie. He’s a hunky lumberjack. Why would he be interested in someone like you?
But before I can think of an answer, the door opens and Braden stands before me in all his glory. His black head almost brushes the frame, and today he’s clad in a plaid shirt that stretches across the wide expanse of his chest before hugging tight at those bulging biceps. His stomach is flat and trim, but those thighs are powerful and strong, resembling thick tree trunks. What would it be like to climb up this man before wrapping my arms around that bronzed neck and demanding a kiss? I’d love to know.
But I merely smile like a dunce while proffering a plate of cookies in my hand.
“Hi,” I stammer with a smile. “Thanks for having me. These are for you.”
The lumberjack takes the plate, studying the baked goods covered in plastic wrap.
“Is this shortbread?” he growls. “Because I love shortbread and devour this stuff like a bear. Come in, sweetheart. Welcome to mi casa .”
I step in with a smile and look around his place. It’s a comfortable, if humble, spread. There’s a plaid, pea green sofa in the center, with a beat-up coffee table in front of it. A small dining table with two chairs is pushed off to the side, and there’s a utility kitchen that’s probably only ten by fifteen feet total, with an aging refrigerator, ancient stove, and Formica countertops. A doorway leads to a bedroom, and next to it there’s another door which likely leads to the bath. All in all, it’s a small, homey place for one person, and not that different from where I live. It’s newer, certainly, but my brother and dad have promised to refurbish my cabin when they have more time. Right now, we’re slammed with work, and need to devote our efforts to the business.
But Braden doesn’t know this, and sets the cookies on the tabletop before turning to me with a gleaming smile.
“A glass of sweet tea?”
“Yes, please,” I murmur breathily, immediately cursing myself. Why do I sound so stunned and girlish? I need to sound mature and womanly because I don’t want Braden to see me as a na?ve innocent who needs to be taken care of. I want him to see me as a ripe, womanly female who’s ready to tussle with him in bed, jousting with that huge form like I’m his equal.
But you’re not his equal , the voice in my head whispers. This man is obviously a powerful alpha male, and he’s about a foot taller than you, not to mention a hundred pounds more. He could eat you up if he wanted to.
My cheeks blush as I seat myself at the table because that’s exactly what I want: to be devoured by this man. I want to feel those huge hands on my curves as he teases me with his cock. I want him to nudge his shaft into my swollen folds, making me drip as he groans with desire. I want ... I want ...
You don’t even know how sex works , the voice in my head scolds. Besides, how do you know that he’d be into you? A lot of guys avoid virgins like the plague. They want someone experienced and confident, who knows how to suck dick and provide handjobs. You know nothing about those things.
I swallow hard because the voice is right. I don’t know how to perform, but I don’t not know either. It’s embarrassing but I’ve watched porn before, and I’m aware of how these things are technically done. I just haven’t done them myself, but this is my chance. Right? I swallow again because I’m quickly losing my nerve. Yet nothing’s even happened yet!
At that moment, Braden comes over before setting a tall glass of iced tea before me with a flashing grin.
“Sorry for the wait. I boiled the water last night, but forgot to steep the tea while the water was hot. So I had to start over again this morning,” he says with a quirk at the edge of that sensuous mouth. “Your drink might still be lukewarm as a result. Let me know if you like it. If it sucks, we can have Coke instead.”
I smile up at his rugged features, my fingers itching to run themselves through his beard.
“No, I’m sure it’s fine,” I laugh. “So long as there’s enough sugar mixed in, I’ll like it.”
“Oh there’s plenty of sugar,” he growls, taking the seat across from me with his own glass of sweet tea in hand. “There’s no shortage of that.”
I laugh.
“Good because I live for sugar. I know it’s wrong to say so because everyone thinks sugar is the devil these days, but a bit of sugar never killed anyone. Plus, I’m a baker,” I say with a smile. “So I need sugar. I crave it. I’m a fiend.”
A black brow quirks with amusement.
“A fiend? That seems a little extreme.”
“No, I’m a fiend,” I state in a confident tone. “Plus, I’ll let you in on a little secret. When the other ingredients are shitty, bakers add extra sugar to mask the otherwise low quality of the product. That, and extra butter too. It always seems to do the trick, although you have to adjust baking heat and times for the extra sugar and butter.”
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense,” Braden growls thoughtfully. “The shit that you pick up at Costco and Wegmans is always insanely sweet, and maybe that’s why. They’re using low quality shit so they add massive amounts of sugar to mask it.”
“Well, Costco isn’t so bad,” I hum. “I think their ingredients are okay, but their problem is that they’re baking in huge quantities, and I mean huge . It’s an industrial operation, what with giant rolling racks of pastries being shoved into massive ovens where the air circulation can be iffy. Wegmans, I’m not so sure about. I think they might use pretty good ingredients, but I don’t know because I don’t buy their bakery items, or really, any of their prepared foods.”
Braden nods, his blue eyes thoughtful.
“It’s because you cook, right? You have access to the best fruit and vegetables here in Tahoe, so you prepare food at home. I like that,” he adds in a deep growl, azure gaze flashing. “I’ve always appreciated a woman who’s good at the stove.”
I giggle a little, cheeks blushing.
“I do cook a lot,” I admit in a low voice. “Cooking and baking are hobbies of mine, and it seems like a crime to buy cheap fast food when the land is so fruitful. I mean, I literally run a farm. A cannabis farm, maybe, but the soil is fertile and loamy. Plus, California is a bread basket,” I state. “We might be known for Hollywood and Silicon Valley these days, not to mention the whole Baywatch reputation, but there’s still a massive industrial agricultural machine in place.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” Braden states. “I’ve traveled a lot as part of my job and there’s definitely a lot of farming in the state. Even roadside,” he states. “There’s no need to go inland. There are productive farms just driving up and down the Pacific Coast.”
“Yes, exactly,” I nod. “And those fields were originally tilled by laborers from migrant labor camps. Have you read The Grapes of Wrath ?”
The huge lumberjack smiles at me, tilting his head.
“I have, but I don’t remember it. Remind me,” he invites in a low tone. I smile because John Steinbeck is one of my favorite authors, and I could go on and on about his books at length.
“Well, The Grapes of Wrath is about the Joad family. They’re poor tenant farmers who leave the Oklahoma Dust Bowl during the Great Depression and settle in a migrant labor camp in California. The camps were every bit as bad as you might think. There’s rape, violence, and someone even gets murdered. But it’s important because the book illustrates a huge part of California history: our place in the American economy as a bread basket, which is still relevant after all these years.”
Braden nods thoughtfully, one big hand loosely gripping his glass of sweet tea.
“You know,” he begins. “I think I read that book in high school, and haven’t thought about it in over two decades. I seem to remember being more focused on the family drama, as opposed to the role of farming in the tale. But I definitely didn’t realize I’d be discussing this with my new neighbor, who hardly looks out of high school herself,” he jokes.
I blush.
“I graduated high school!” is my protest. “With honors too! I just ... well, Jim and Robbie asked me to look over the farm, and I said yes. I owe them a lot, and need to pull my share of the load.”
The lumberjack’s expression is neutral.
“Meaning, you oversee the plants while they do ops and sales.”
“Yes,” I say, blushing.
“And is this what you want?” Braden asks, his gaze direct but with no judgment in those blue eyes. “Do you enjoy it?”
I take a deep breath because the fact is that I feel safe with the lumberjack. I don’t know why because I just met this man yesterday, and yet I’m confessing things that I’ve never told anyone else.
“Being a cannabis farmer isn’t exactly what I had planned,” I admit in a small voice, looking down at the scratched surface of the small table. “I had dreams in high school. Maybe I’d go to college and get a teaching degree. I know everyone wants to work in tech, or get into crypto or AI, but my dreams were more modest. I figured I’d go to a local university and get my certificate before embarking on a career as a high school English teacher. But my family needed me, so I’ve put that on hold.”
“I see,” Braden nods again, his voice thoughtful. “And do you think you’ll get a chance to chase those dreams in the future?”
I swallow hard, suddenly guarded.
“I mean, I don’t know,” is my reply. “My dad says that maybe it’ll happen. We don’t have much money, but the community college isn’t too expensive. But it’s not even the tuition that’s the problem. It’s the fact that we don’t have someone else to oversee the farm. Even if we did have the money to hire someone, I’m not sure that anyone would take the job. You saw how I live,” I say helplessly. “I’m all alone in a cabin for most of the time. I can go days, and even weeks sometimes, without seeing another soul. Reception is iffy, so I listen to the radio for fun, in addition to baking, cooking, and tending my vegetable garden. It’s about as disconnected and non-modern as you can get. Who would want that kind of lifestyle? No one, these days. Everyone wants cybertrucks, Netflix, and TikTok. I mean, RedNote,” I correct with a rueful smile. “TikTok’s on the verge of being banned.”
“You’re right,” Braden growls, his blue eyes direct. “Modern life is all about the attention economy, and lots of people are disconnected from the land. Myself included,” he says. “It’s sad but true.”
My brows descend in a confused look.
“But I thought you’re a lumberjack. Aren’t you always working on the land?”
Braden looks startled for a moment, but then he nods.
“Yeah definitely,” he replies in a smooth tone. “I guess I forgot because I’m away from my job at the moment. Human nature,” he says with a grin. “If it’s not right in front of my face, then I don’t remember it. But how’s that sweet tea?” he asks. “Sweet enough?”
I smile brightly at him, the eye contact electric.
“Very sweet,” I say. “Just perfect.”
Braden stares at me for a moment, harsh streaks on those high cheekbones. Then, the man literally lets out a low growl before pulling me into his lap.
“Hey, what—?” I squeal.
But there’s no more time for words because the handsome lumberjack’s mouth comes down on mine, ruthless and possessive. His lips are firm and mobile, yet utterly unyielding. His tongue flicks against the seam of mine and with a sigh, my lips part in acquiescence as my hands circle his neck, clinging tight.
“You taste so sweet,” Braden murmurs against my mouth. “I’ve wanted to do this ever since we met.”
“You mean since yesterday?” I ask with a smile. “We’ve only known each other, oh, maybe about twelve hours.”
“But it’s been a frustrating twelve hours,” he growls before claiming my mouth again. “I’ve been thinking about you non-stop, sweetheart. But let me make sure. You are eighteen, right?”
I giggle, pulling away to look into those blazing blue eyes.
“Yes! I graduated from high school already, remember? I’m twenty.”
“Good, just making sure,” lumberjack rasps in a throaty tone. “I want you, sweetheart, but I don’t want to go to jail. It’s worth double-checking.”
Then, all pretense evaporates from his touch. This is an alpha male starved for my curves, and those big hands slide up my waist before cupping my full breasts. The touch is incredibly intimate and I gasp involuntarily as my pupils dilate. Thick fingers stroke my nipples through my thin bra, hot tingles shooting straight from my breasts to my cunt.
“You like that?” he rasps, a hard dick pressing into my bottom. “Does that feel good?”
I can’t reply because it feels too good. Sure, I’ve been with boys before but no one wanted to chance Jim and Robbie’s wrath. So we never got past the awkward kissing phase, and I’ve certainly never sat in a dominating male’s lap as he stroked and caressed my curves. The most I can manage is a delighted “mmmm” as my lashes fall shut, savoring Braden’s intimate touch.
“That’s it,” the mountain man hums, his hands helping me out of my top and bra. “Just enjoy, sweetheart. I want to make you feel good.”
Then, before I realize it, he’s lifted me into his strong arms and carried me to the bedroom. I look at the huge male as he undoes his shirt, uncovering acre upon acre of deliciously bronzed skin. His pecs are heavy slabs, those abs on full display as Braden stares at me with hunger in those azure eyes.
I swallow hard, my pupils dilating, causing him to chuckle.
“Like what you see?” he growls. “How about this?”
I never get a chance to reply because he’s unsnapped his fly, and his massive cock pops out. Again, I’ve never seen a cock in real life, but I’ve watched porn and those actors have nothing on my man because Braden’s absolutely huge . He’s ten inches long, and girthy, with veins going up the right and left sides. The tip of his shaft glistens with arousal, and as I watch, a pearl forms before sliding down, leaving a shiny trail on the stiff pole.
“Oohhhh,” I moan, unable to tear my eyes away.
“Do you want to taste it?” he rasps, fisting his stiffness with one large hand. I nod feverishly, still staring at his massive member.
Braden chuckles again, and stands before me, cupping my delicate chin in one big hand. Then, he uses his other hand to paint my lips with his glans, spreading the seed over my mouth like it’s lipstick.
“You look so beautiful like this,” he rasps, gazing down at me from that towering height. “I love when girls wear cum lipstick.”
I gasp because oh my god, this man is so filthy! Yet I adore the nasty words and merely hold still as he treats me like a fuckdoll. Braden grins again, almost diabolically. “Open,” he commands.
I do as he says, and immediately, that girthy snake is between my lips. The alpha male gives no quarter. One moment, he’s gently painting my lips, and the next I have a mouthful of manhood snaking down my throat.
“Mmm!” I cry out, looking up at him with panic in my eyes. “Mmmph, mmph!”
But Braden’s not the gentle type. His blue eyes gleam as he takes in my kneeling form, that big hand firm on my chin so I can’t get away.
“Breathe through your nose,” he rasps. “Loosen your jaw and relax. You can do it.”
I let out a muffled squeal because this man is utterly massive and it hurts! My cheeks are puffed out from being crammed full, and I can literally feel his huge shaft snaking down my throat. My gag reflex kicks in and I choke with discomfort, a little panicked, but again, there’s nowhere to go. Braden won’t relent, and if anything, that firm hand tightens on my chin.
“Breathe,” he commands in a deep growl. “You can do it.”
Something in me melts at the sound of his masculine tone. The submissive female inside comes out, and I melt at his dominance, my entire form relaxing as I obey. My lips soften, the corners not stinging so much anymore. My cheeks sag a bit, and that’s when the snake edges even further down my orifice. The color on Braden’s face is heightened, his abs and pecs straining as inch after inch of that firm cock disappears between my pink lips.
“That’s right,” he croons. “You look so good, baby girl. Daddy will take care of you, never fear.”
Daddy ? Where is that coming from? Yet it sounds right, and I stare up at him with worship as he edges his member deeper into my throat. I swallow reflexively, the tight clasp of my throat making him moan, even as saliva pours from my mouth, coating my chin and dripping off onto my lap.
“That’s it,” Braden croons again, letting go of my face to push my blonde curls back. “You look so good like this, giving Daddy those big eyes as you suck my cock. Do you think you can take more? Would you like more, sweet girl?”
The truth is no, I wouldn’t. My jaw aches, and I’m drooling uncontrollably. But my nipples are tight and there’s heat pooling between my thighs as I enjoy my first cock popsicle. So I nod imperceptibly with his shaft still crammed in my mouth, unable to speak.
“Good girl,” he rasps, our eye contact electric. “But I’m going to give it to you different this time.”
Then, he pulls out, groaning as inch after inch of that huge snake reappears from between my lips. Once it’s all the way out, I bend over, coughing and gasping as saliva drips off my chin.
“Unnnh,” I moan. “Mmm.”
But Braden’s not giving me any quarter. Within seconds, he has my jeans and panties off, and I’m literally manhandled so that I’m on all fours. My big, heart-shaped butt is raised in the air as he presses down on my lower back, forcing me to balance on my elbows.
“Hold on tight, sweetheart,” he whispers raggedly. “Because you’re in for the ride of your life.”
Then, he notches that massive shaft at my soaked slit, and with one powerful thrust, he’s inside. My innocence tears and I jolt wildly, impaled on his ten inch shaft.
“Ohhh!” I cry out, wailing my pain to the stars. “Owwww! Too big, you’re too big, Daddy! Ow ow ow!”
Braden’s totally still behind me, his big hands on my wide hips.
“What the fuck?” he grunts. “Holy shit, are you a virgin, Gracie? Why didn’t you tell me?”
I can’t say anything because I’m pressed face first into the comforter at the moment. My pussy smarts and my big breasts dangle as I try to come to terms with the burn. Oh my god, how did this happen? I thought my first time would be soft kisses, lots of petting, with romantic violins playing in the background as I was taken soft and easy by a gentle giant. Instead, I’m being fucked by a monster shaft, and I’m stuck tight on that club without any way to save myself.
But Braden is aware of my discomfort and curses beneath his breath.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he rasps. Then, one big hand reaches beneath me to caress my clit, rubbing the underside before circling with teasing strokes. “Relax,” he commands in a deep voice. “You’re young. You can take it, Gracie. You just need to relax.”
I try to obey with every cell in my being, but this man is just too big! I’ve never even used tampons in the past, so suddenly having a massive shaft jammed in my twat is too much. Tears leak down my cheeks, and a muffled sob rings out, but it only hardens Braden’s resolve. His assault on my body continues, those magical fingers teasing the bundle of sensitive nerves between my legs.
“You’re fine,” he rasps. “You’ll be okay.”
But the alpha male is ruthless, and my discomfort is of secondary importance to him. I can feel his arousal rising at my submission, the knowledge of my innocence inflaming him. His cock grows inside within me, stretching me even more as he lets out another throaty moan.
“Too big!” I cry out, still face first in the covers. “Oh my god!”
“Shit, I know,” he curses. “I’m sorry, baby girl, but I have to fuck you. You feel too good, oh shit shit shit!”
Then, his hips begin to churn as that girthy snake pulls out before pushing back in. He’s so huge that I’m literally shoved forward on the sheet, again and again until I’m clutching the bed’s headrest with white-knuckled fingers.
“That’s right,” he chokes out from behind me. “Hold on, sweetheart, because it’s going to be a wild ride.”
I have no choice but to absorb his massive length with my swollen twat. By now, I’m halfway bent over, my hands gripping the iron headrest as I’m pummeled from behind. My breasts shake with each forceful thrust and to my surprise, it’s beginning to feel good. My pussy swells, releasing with a gush, as Braden grunts behind me.
“Fuck yeah,” he rasps. “Let the waterworks begin, sweetheart. Turn my cock into a fucking waterslide.”
Oh my god, he’s so dirty! But any coherent thought is drowned out by the incessant pounding in my cunt. It feels so good to harbor a shaft in my tight walls, and my pussy begins rippling on its own. I’m having hot, nasty sex with a handsome lumberjack, and it’s actually the knowledge that pushes me over the edge. It’s the sensuality of being fucked within an inch of my life, but also knowing that I’m sexy, desired, and so womanly that a man has lost control.
“Mmph!” he grunts behind me, pounding at my tender young cunt. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
Then, we both soar over the edge simultaneously. I let out a keening cry, my curves shuddering as I’m claimed with every inch of that hard rod. My cunt’s stuffed full, stretching as far as possible, as stars burst before my eyes, the swollen pink releasing another gush of sweet nectar.
“Ohhh!” I scream, my eyes rolling back in their sockets. “Ummmm!”
“Fuck!” Braden shouts behind me. “Oh shit shit shit FUCK!” His cock jerks in my cunt before releasing powerful blasts, the seed spraying into my fertile womanhood. “Shit!” he screams. “Take it all! You love Daddy’s hard, filthy fucks in that tight pussy!”
Lash after lash of male cream fills my cunt, so much that it oozes out from between our bodies. Braden continues to pump me through my orgasm, my swollen cunt wiping the semen to smear against his rod before forming a fizzy froth at the base. Oh my god, this is so dirty! But it feels incredible and I love it. It’s my first time with a man, and I’m delirious with pleasure, unable to breathe while simultaneously shaking with delight.
“Ummm,” I moan, dropping my hands from the bed-frame to rest my shoulders against the mattress. “Oooooh.”
“You did so well,” Braden praises in a low voice behind me, still shafting me as I enjoy the caress of his big hand on my smooth back. “Fuck, you’re a virgin too. Who would have guessed?”
By now, I’ve recovered enough to raise my head slightly.
“I would have told you, but everything happened so fast, Daddy,” I mewl. “One second I was in your lap, and the next, you were inside me.”
“I know because you’re so sexy, baby,” he growls, still caressing my back as he fucks me through the aftershocks. “I couldn’t help it. I’ve been with a lot of women in my life, but never have I met a girl with curves like yours.”
I smile, warmed by his answer, as I twist slightly to look at him over one shoulder.
“Really?” I whisper. “Never?”
The lumberjack’s godawful handsome with a big, bronzed chest, harsh streaks on his cheeks, and his hips still moving slightly in my tender hole.
“Never, sweetheart,” he growls before pushing me down once more. I have no choice but to obey, that massive shaft still stuck deep in my pussy. “But you’re going to learn, Gracie, because this tight cunt was meant to be fucked by stiff cock. Get ready to be fucked again, sweetheart. Hard .”
With that, round two begins and I soar into a heavenly combination of bliss, ecstasy and joy because the lumberjack’s demanding, commanding, and yet tender too, now that he knows it’s my first time. He’s filthy and nasty, of course ... but I love that Braden’s my teacher, and I’m only too eager to learn.