9. Sienna
9
SIENNA
My mouth falls open as I stare up at Chase’s naked body. Every part of him is enormous, from his wide shoulders to his bulging biceps. His skin is tanned and weathered from a life spent outdoors, and I let my gaze trail down his muscular chest, down, down, down…
Holy crap.
Chase’s cock is as huge as the rest of him: thick, meaty, and hard as rock. He fists it in his hand, and I watch greedily as a bead of pre-cum spills out. My pussy aches as I look at him. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen: my giant lumberjack towering above me, his eyes burning with need, his cock standing to attention. And it’s all for me.
Chase gets on his knees and pushes my thighs apart, positioning himself between them. Then he hesitates for a moment, looking down at me before he grabs his shirt off the ground and folds it up, tucking it behind my head like a pillow.
“That better?”
I nod, feeling my neck muscles relax. “Thank you.”
He presses a soft kiss on my cheek and looks down at me, our noses close enough to touch. I can smell my arousal on his beard—the scent of pure sex—and I shiver at the memory of Chase’s tongue worshipping me. But I’m ready for more. I’m ready for my sexy lumberjack to pop my cherry and give my virgin pussy what it’s craving so badly.
“Oh!” I gasp as Chase’s cock pokes against my core.
“I need you, Sienna,” he growls. “You’ve been driving me crazy, you know that?”
He slides the tip of his cock up and down my folds, teasing me until I can’t breathe.
“Oh! Please, Chase!” I beg.
“Tell me you need it, sugar.”
“I need it! I need it so badly! Please!”
I don’t even recognize my voice. It’s like a horny animal has taken control of my vocal cords. But I love it. It makes me feel sexy to beg for him.
Chase kisses me hard on my open mouth. He tastes like sex, and I moan against him as the fat tip of his cock pushes inside me. The pressure is intense, and I gasp against his lips as he starts to inch forward, filling my aching hole. He’s so big. Eye-wateringly big. My pussy stretches tight around him, every nerve quivering as he buries his length to the hilt.
Oh, God.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s like his cock is splitting me in half, and it’s so overwhelming I can hardly breathe.
“You doing okay, sugar?” Chase asks, sweat beading on his forehead. I’m breathing too hard to answer, and he cups my cheek, stroking my face gently. “It’s okay, baby. You’re okay. Try to breathe for me.”
“It’s so big.”
“Does it hurt? Do you need me to stop?”
“No, don’t stop. I want it. I’ve just never done this before.” I swallow hard. “It’s…a lot.”
“It’s my first time too, sugar. We’ll take it slow, okay? Figure things out together.”
I nod, feeling a rush of affection for Chase as I look at him. He’s watching me closely, his eyes full of concern.
“I’m ready,” I tell him.
He nods. “If it hurts, promise you’ll tell me, okay?”
“I promise.”
With a low groan, Chase starts to rock his hips. He’s barely moving, giving me time to adjust to his girth, but with every slow thrust, my pleasure builds. His cock is rubbing against nerves I never knew existed, massaging delicious spots inside me, and soon enough, I want more.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Chase growls, his face contorted like he’s desperately trying to hold himself back. “You feel so good, sugar.”
I moan in response, looping my arms around his neck. “You can go faster. I want it.”
He bends his head to kiss me, his tongue sliding between my lips, invading my mouth as he starts to fuck me harder. I cry out, my moans muffled against him. It feels incredible. His cock pummels my pussy, filling me up with every thrust. I can feel my wetness seeping down my thighs as I cling onto Chase, his tongue dominating my mouth as he takes my virginity.
“OH CHASE!” I cry as he breaks our kiss. “OH GOD!”
“Fuck, princess, that’s it.” He grabs my chin and stares into my eyes, forcing me to look at him as he ruts me like an animal.
“YES! YES!”
I start to buck my hips, meeting Chase thrust for thrust. Our skin smacks together, the sounds of our sex echoing around the dark forest. It’s so primal. So hot. The heat from the fire warms us as we fuck like animals, our bodies slamming together in desperation.
“Fuck, sugar,” Chase growls. “You’re so good at taking my cock.”
He lets out a hiss of breath and wraps his arms around my back, holding me close as he repositions himself, pulling me on top of him. I kneel on either side of his thighs, resting my hands on his shoulders for balance, his cock still buried inside me.
“Ride me, Sienna,” he says firmly, eyes blazing. “Make yourself come.”
I shiver at his demand. Now that I’m on top, his cock feels even deeper, and I let out a guttural cry as I start to ride it. Chase leans back and watches me, his eyes scorching my skin as I bounce on his cock. I throw my head back and let my instincts take over, moving my body like a wild thing.
“How does it feel, sugar?”
I sob in response, my whole body spasming with pleasure.
“Use your words. Tell me how it feels.”
“So good! OH GOD, YES!”
“Fuck. You look so pretty with my cock inside you.”
I scream as Chase jerks his hips, his cock thrusting up as I bear down on it. It’s so deep it takes my breath away, my eyes rolling back as my walls start to tighten. I can feel my orgasm building, and I want it so bad.
“CHASE! I’M GONNA COME!”
He makes a noise deep in his throat. “Fuck yes, baby, come for me.”
Every muscle is clenched tight. My rhythm turns frantic, tits bouncing, nipples hardening as I ride Chase’s fat dick. Sweat is pouring down my body, my heart pounding, blood pumping hard. A bubble of pleasure is swelling between my thighs, more intense than anything I’ve ever felt.
“OH GOD!”
“That’s it, sugar, don’t hold back. Show me what a good girl you are and come on my cock.”
The bubble bursts. I scream with pleasure, my vision turning white as every nerve explodes. My pussy throbs, gushing my release as I claw blindly at Chase, making sounds that are more animal than human. My rhythm turns jerky, my whole body slackening, but Chase doesn’t let up. He keeps on bucking his hips, pounding me hard, drawing out every spasm of my pleasure until his cock explodes inside me. I hear his hoarse shout and feel the warm spurt of his cum filling me before I collapse against him, totally spent.
Chase lies back and pulls me on top of him so that we’re lying chest to chest. We stay like that for a while, panting hard, his arms tightening around me as the final aftershocks of my orgasm shoot through me.
“You’re incredible Sienna,” he mutters, stroking my hair as our breathing finally starts to return to normal.
I smile dazedly against his chest. “So are you. That was perfect.”
He plants a sweet kiss on my forehead. “It sure was.”
The fire is starting to burn down now, the night air cold against our skin. I shiver, and Chase gets up from the picnic blanket, pulling me up into his arms.
“Let’s go get you warmed up,” he says as I melt against him, resting my head against his bare chest and listening to the thud of his heart.
He carries me into the cabin, and I get a quick glimpse of Moose curled up asleep in front of the fireplace before Chase takes me into the bathroom and turns on the shower. The warm water feels like heaven as we wash each other’s bodies, our hands soapy and slow.
Once we’re clean, we head for his bedroom. I smile to myself as I remember the last time I was in here, snooping around and fantasizing about how much I wanted Chase. Now I’m naked in his arms, snuggling with him beneath the covers.
“You tired, sugar?” he asks as I yawn widely.
“Yep. I’m exhausted after that.”
He chuckles. “I’m not surprised. You were going like a little firecracker—it was sexy as hell.”
I bite my lip, grinning up at him. “What can I say? Don’t underestimate us city girls.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He smiles at me, his handsome face lit up with affection. “You’re fucking amazing, Sienna.”
“You’re pretty amazing yourself, Grumpy Forest Man.”
He groans. “Damn, you’re cute.”
I giggle as he starts kissing my neck, making me shiver with delight until he finally lets up, pulling back to look at me. His gaze is thoughtful.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” I say.
“Remember last night when I was asking about your job?”
“Yes.”
“I asked about your dream job: what you would do if you could do anything in the world.”
My heart starts to thump. “Yes.”
“You said you didn’t know. But you were holding something back.” He looks at me. “I’ve been wondering about it ever since.”
I feel uncomfortably hot all of a sudden.
“It’s just a stupid fantasy,” I mutter.
“I want to hear it.”
“Well…when I was a kid, my dream job was to be a writer. I was a total bookworm. But as I got older, I kind of accepted it would never happen, so I stopped thinking about it.” I swallow, not meeting Chase’s gaze. “Then I got the job at Luminary Press. I read a lot of manuscripts and work with authors all the time, and I guess it reminded me of my childhood dream.”
Chase nods slowly. “So you want to be an author?”
“I know it’s dumb.”
He frowns at me. “It’s not dumb at all.”
“It is. I haven’t written a word in years.”
“So? We all start somewhere.”
I look down, fidgeting with my fingers. “It's just a pipe dream. I can’t even imagine what my sister would say if I told her. She wants to help me make a name for myself at Luminary. If I told her I want to give it all up to try and make it as a writer, she’d think I was nuts.”
“You can’t live your life doing what your sister wants you to do. Those are her dreams, not yours.” He strokes my hair, curling a pink lock around his finger. “I think you should go for it, sugar.”
I sigh. “But what if I’m no good at it? What if I give up publishing and then it turns out everything I write is garbage?”
“Then you keep on writing.” He shrugs. “It’s like any other skill. The more you do it, the better you’ll get.”
I take a deep breath. “You really don’t think it’s crazy? You’re not just saying all this to be nice?”
“I don’t think it’s crazy at all. I bet you’d be an awesome writer, Sienna.”
His words fill me with warmth, and I smile as I nuzzle against him. “Thanks, Chase.”
“You’re welcome. And hey, don’t forget to send me a copy of your first bestseller.”
I giggle at the seriousness in his gaze as he says it. It’s the first time I’ve ever spoken about my secret ambition, and even though I’m still not convinced it’s possible, it feels good to know that Chase believes in me. I feel a rush of affection for him as he holds me close and presses a quick kiss on my lips as I sink deeper into the mattress, my body finally starting to surrender to sleep.
“Goodnight, Chase,” I murmur, my eyes fluttering closed.
“Goodnight, Sienna.”