Page 21 of Her Obsessed Lumberjack

“Yes! Oh, God, yes!”

“That’s my good girl.” He leans back, his jaw tight as he watches me. “Use my cock. Use it to make yourself feel good.”

His words spur me on, driving me wild. I ride him harder, my tits bouncing, heart pounding as I feel my orgasm bloom. I grabat every inch of Roman I can reach, his back, his shoulders, my body turning feral as I’m hit with a blinding surge of pleasure.

“ROMAN!”

My whole body throbs, spasming around my husband’s cock. I hear his strangled cry as he comes, spurting his release deep inside me. He holds me tight, softly kissing my face as I shiver through the aftershocks and finally relax against him.

“You’re fucking amazing,” he says, gently stroking my hair. “I love you so much, Freya.”

I pull back to look at him, smiling dreamily. “I love you too.”

He reaches for the wooden pendant around his neck, and I do the same. They fit together perfectly, two halves of the same heart, and I beam at my husband, my chest aching with love for him. He kisses me, his mouth warm and gentle, then lifts me into his arms and carries me into the bathroom. We clean ourselves up and get changed into our comfiest clothes before snuggling on the couch once more.

“Oh, I nearly forgot…” Roman says, getting up and disappearing into the kitchen. He comes back a moment later, surprising me with an enormous bag of candy.

“Happy Halloween, beautiful,” he says, pulling the blanket over us and holding me close as he grabs the remote.

“Happy Halloween!” I beam at him, resting my head on his shoulder as Hocus Pocus starts to play. Beneath the blanket, I rest my hand on my belly, smiling to myself.

Something tells me our next Halloween together will be even more magical.