by Alexa Riley
I use my fingers to push some of it inside of her, and my cock grows impossibly harder at the sight.
“Will it fit now?” she asks softly as she looks down between us.
“Not all of it, but enough.” I press the tip to her cum-covered opening and watch as the first few inches disappear inside of her hot warmth. “There it is.”
Her barrier clings tight to the head and I stop my progress. I can feel her virginity trying to keep me out, but there’s nothing that will stop me from claiming her as mine.
“Just relax,” I tell her, grabbing her hands and holding them above her head. “There’s no way for me to make this gentle.”
I press my lips to hers just as I thrust into her enough to break her innocence. Thunder rumbles over us and it’s like the world is clapping its approval. Rain beats against the window but the only thing I can hear is the catch of her breath as she opens and my tongue tastes hers.
With all the strength I have inside me I hold myself steady and wait for her to relax. I don’t have but half of my cock inside her, but it’s enough. For now.
I take my time kissing her and holding her face as I do it. I go slow and easy and before too long I feel her legs begin to relax. When her knees fall open all the way, she tentatively moves her hips.
“Do you want more, angel?” I ask, slowly moving inside her. She nods silently and traces her fingers down my back.
I glance down between us and even in the dark I can see my cock has traces of her virginity smeared across it. I grip her wrists tighter as I think about how no other man before me has been inside her and how she’ll never know anyone else besides me after this.
“Harder.” The word is so soft I almost don’t catch it, but when I do every muscle in my body tightens.
Could this angel be made just for me? Not only is she taking my cock, but she’s asking for more. I was trying so hard to be careful, but she’s going to do everything in her power to see me brought to my knees.
I give her what she wants and I feel her body respond in kind. She grips me impossibly tighter. I sink into her heat and rut her like an animal. My body is primed all over and the second she squeezes my cock and cries out in pleasure I know I can finally give in. Her pussy clenches and her body arches against me as her climax takes over her body. I can feel each wave of it down my cock and all the way to my balls as I release inside of her. Hot cum fills her up and spills out of the tight seal we’ve made. I can feel it roll down between us and onto the sheet to join in the marking of her virginity.
I kiss her softly and hold her close as we catch our breath. The storm still rages outside but it’s as if we’re in the eye of a hurricane. There is peace between us and my chest aches with something I can’t name—something I’ve never felt or known was possible.
Slowly I pull out of her and feel my warm seed spill out of me. I get up from the bed and stare down at her for a moment before I turn around and walk out of the room.
“Moose?” I hear her call over my shoulder as I go to my closet and grab a hammer and two nails. When I come back into the room, her eyes are wide and then her eyebrows pull together in confusion. “What are you doing?”
Without a word, I pull the sheet from under her and off the bed. I take a corner of it and with the hammer I hang it up on the wall and then do the same to the other side. I stand back and look at the mark of blood mixed with the two of us in the middle of the sheet and my cock throbs in approval.
“I want to look at this every night before I go to sleep. I want to see the gift you gave me while I hold you close.” I drop the hammer and get on the bed. I lie on my side and pull her flush against me. “I never want to forget this night.”
I hear the smile in her voice as she pushes her ass against my hard cock. “Neither do I.”
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Chapter 7 *Zara*
I giggle as Moose’s giant hand slides along my stomach. He never stops touching me and I can’t get enough of him. My laugh quickly turns into a moan as his hand dips lower. I’m tender between my legs but I don’t care. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s had me through the night. I only know it’s the next day because the sun is shining into the cabin bedroom.
This morning Moose pulled me from the bed and put me in a bath, then made me stay in it alone for what felt like an eternity. I don’t know what he went off to do but he told me not to move. It was probably only twenty minutes, but every second felt like forever when I wasn’t pressing my body against him. Finally, he came back with some aspirin and made me take them before he scooped me from the large clawfoot tub and into the shower with him.
“None of that,” he tells me.
He says that but his thick fingers slip between the folds of my sex and he plays with my clit. I hold on to him, never wanting to let go. He’s easily three times bigger than me and I should be scared of him, but all I want to do is be as close to him as humanly possible. I’ve never felt this connection with another person in my life and I don’t know what this feeling is. But I know I won’t be able to breathe without it.
I’ve heard one of the counselors use the term “clinger” before. I overheard Jack saying it when he was talking to another male counselor. He was talking about some girl he slept with in town and how she wouldn't leave him alone after he banged her. I guess that’s what I’ve become because I don't want to leave Moose alone. Jack called the girl a “stage-five clinger,” so if she was a five I’m probably a ten. Moose doesn't look as though he minds right now and I pray it doesn't change.
“But I want it.” I try and move my hips to rock against his finger, but his other hand is holding me down.
In the short time I’ve been with Moose I’ve learned I go and move to wherever he wants me. My nipples tighten as I think about the control he has over me. It might be twisted but I love it.
“Only a little.” His voice comes out gravely and deep.
I’m not sure if he’s talking to himself or me, but either way his finger slides down and pushes into me. I moan as his thumb takes over playing with my clit and he touches that perfect spot.
“Fuck,” Moose grunts. “I think you're tighter now than last night.”
He leans down and kisses my neck, but he doesn't stop thrusting his thick finger in and out of me. His big strong body is half on top of mine and I’m pinned to the bed as he forces me to take what he gives.
“Your pussy is swollen but is still begging for more. You’re a hungry little thing, aren't you?”
I nod, unable to form words. It is always snug when Moose is inside me. It doesn't matter if it’s his fingers or cock. I love the feeling of being stuffed full of him. I might be swollen, but I don't care because it only means I’m going to hold on to him tighter. My body and I are both begging silently for him to never let me go. He pumps one finger then adds another. He rocks my hips to ride his hand as his thumb on my clit moves faster.
“I guess it’s good there’s a lot of me to feed you.” He teases me, but it’s the truth. I want as much of him as I can get.
“Yes!” I cry out and cum all over his fingers. I try and cling to him but my body gives out. But he’s right there to hold me close and keep me safe. I sigh into his neck and close my eyes. “Don’t let me go.”
“Never,” I think I hear him say but can’t be sure.
I can feel his hard cock press between us as I slowly come back to earth.
“I didn’t take care of you,” I whisper, sliding down his chest.
He stands with me in his arms and carries me to the bathroom. He places me on the counter with his thick length between us. He groans when I reach for him and doesn't stop me as I begin to stroke him the way he taught me to.
“Be a good girl and let me take care of you first,” he breathes as he starts to brush my hair.
I can tell he’s trying to get himself under control, but when I see a pearl of cum leak from his cock I stroke him faster, wanting more. I want to give him the same pleasure he keeps giving me s
o that way he’ll crave me too. He’ll never want me to leave and I can stay here forever.
“Lean back.” His voice comes out in a snap and I look up at him. “If you want it, then you’re going to get it.”
I do as I’m told and lean back as he tosses the brush away and grips my hips. He pulls my ass so I hang off the side of the counter with my legs dangling over the side. I’m not tall enough for my toes to touch the ground, but with him between them I don’t need to. He makes me spread my legs wide for him, and he takes up all the space my body can make.
“I didn't want to wash it off you but I knew I had to take care of you.” He takes my hand off his cock. “Spread your lips.”
He tells me to do it but does it himself using my own fingers. The lips of my sex part and my breath catches when cool air grazes it.
“That little clit of yours always wants me.”
He’s right. I want to please him, but again my clit throbs with need. It’s begging for his attention and I think I’m addicted to him and the things he makes me feel.
“I need you,” I admit.
This isn't wanting, it’s more than that. I bite my lip feeling a little shy that maybe I am being too desperate and I’m going to scare him away. A sound rumbles from deep inside of him and I can only hope that he needs me too. It looks like he’s all alone out here in the woods and that has to be lonely. Maybe he likes the quiet life up here? When I used to try and watch him from a distance and he’d come to camp to see Mrs. Cyprus he seemed so quiet and kept to himself.
He starts to pump his cock and more cum leaks from the tip. I watch as it slides down the head and I want it. As if reading my mind, he brushes the tip against my clit and I jerk at the sensation. I’m still sensitive from all the orgasms he keeps giving me. I don’t know how but he pulls them from my body one after another.
He pumps faster and more creamy pearls appear on his thick head. It’s bigger than anything I’ve ever seen and the way he pours cum from it makes me think there’s an endless supply.
“I’m going to make sure you always need me and that you can’t go free.”
I think his words are meant to be dark and maybe to scare me, but all they do is get me off. My orgasm floods me as his warm release covers my tender skin. His eyes lock with mine and I can’t read the expression on his face. It’s so intense and I can’t pull my eyes from his. I’m lost to lust and maybe something more and I never want to be found.
His hand slides between my legs as he rubs his cum into my skin. Now I know what he meant when he said he didn't want to wash himself from me. He likes his cum on me and it feels like his way of staking his claim. He goes as far as pushing his cum inside of me and I groan. Moose is barbaric at times, but maybe living out in the woods made him that way. My pussy clenches around his finger as he pushes more of his warm release into me.
“Don’t wash this off,” he tells me. “Only I clean you.”
“Okay,” I agree.
I’d probably agree to anything he asked me to do. How can I have only known him for such a short time but be willing to do anything for him?
“That’s my good girl,” he says softly as he pulls me from the counter and back on my feet. He dresses me in one of his shirts and then gets dressed too. My heart races as panic rises up my throat.
“Are we leaving?”
His phone rings before he can answer and I know I have to go back. I drop my head to look down at my bare feet, unable to process what I’ll do if he’s not with me. How can I go on after knowing this feeling inside of me and then have it ripped away?
He answers the phone but the only thing I can hear is the pounding of my heart in my ears as it begins to break.
Chapter Seven
Moose
“Is your radio not working?” Ford asks on the other end of the phone.
I walk out of the room and onto the front porch. I don’t want to worry Zara but I’m going to have to face this at some point.
“Truthfully, I don’t know. The power went out last night and it didn’t charge.” I glance over my shoulder, hating even this small distance between us. “I’ve got just enough battery on my phone for this call so say what you need to.”
“Is Zara okay? Honey has been worried.” He sighs and I can hear her in the background asking follow-up questions.
“Yeah, I made sure she’s safe.” Flashes of her naked and riding my cock enter my mind without warning and I have to bite back a moan.
“Good. Are you on your way to bring her back?”
I knew this part would come and yet, I’m not ready to face it. I want to stay in this cabin and lock out the rest of the world, even though I know that’s not realistic.
“We’re about to leave.”
I don’t confirm that I’m bringing her back because I’m not. I’m going to let her get her things and then we’re coming right back here. I don’t know yet how I’m going to break the news to Ford and Honey, or Zara for that matter.
I think she feels the same things I do, but we haven’t said anything out loud. I just know how my heart feels when I’m with her and I don’t ever want that feeling to end.
“Be careful and we’ll see you soon.”
Ford hangs up and I stand there for a moment as I let out a breath. I don’t want to think about him trying to take Zara from me and what I might do if he does. I’ve known Ford a long time and he and his wife have been good to me. I don’t need the job at the camp, so if he tells me this is forbidden then I’ll quit on the spot. Zara is eighteen and doesn’t need anyone's permission and I’ve got enough skills and money to take care of her. When I think it through I feel a bit better knowing that nothing can stand in our way, but it would be a lot easier if Ford didn't make a big deal about it.
“Is everything okay?” I hear her soft voice from behind me and I turn around to see her in the doorway.
“Everything is going to be fine.” I walk to her and pull her against my chest as I feel her small arms attempt to circle my waist.
“Is it?” She leans back to look up at me with her big blue eyes that remind me of a spring sky.
“I’ll make sure of it.” I kiss the top of her head and then rest my cheek against it. I don’t want this moment to be broken, but I need to get her things and bring her home so I can stop worrying about what is going to happen when we get back to camp. “Let’s get you dressed.”
We’re quiet as I help her put her clothes back on. They’ve dried out well enough since last night, but it won’t be long before we’re back here and she can change again. There are worry lines around her eyes, but I don’t want to bring voice to my own fears. Instead I try to be strong and confident as we get ready to make our way back down the mountain to Camp Hardwood.
“The terrain is too rough to bring my Jeep all the way up here so we have to hike down a bit to get to it.”
“Okay.” She’s quiet as I take her hand and we make our way through the thick trees.
Along the way a lot of debris and some larger branches have fallen. A couple of times I have to help her over them by picking her up and lifting her. Every time my hands are on her, my mind goes insane with need. Even the soft feel of her palm in mine is driving my desire forward. The more we walk in silence the stronger my want grows and I can’t take much more.
My shorts are painful as I try to hike with my hard cock aching between my thighs. I don’t know how many more steps I can take before I need some relief but it won’t be much longer.
Up ahead a huge tree has fallen over the trail and blocks the path to my Jeep. We’re still so deep in the woods that there’s no one around for miles who could help us get this out of the way. I’ll have to bring a crew up with chainsaws to get it out of here, but for now we can go over it.
Visions of bending Zara over it and fucking her out here in the open slam in my mind all at once and my feet stumble.
“Moose.” Zara stops and tugs on my hand.
“I can’t,” I say as I swallow hard.
“I need you.”
Her eyes widen as I yank her against me and lift her off the ground. I stomp over to where the tree is and set her on it, desperately tugging at my shorts.
“What are you doing?” I hear the edge of desire in her voice as she looks at me and then looks around us.
“Bend over the tree. I can’t wait much longer.” I shove my shorts down to my ankles along with my boxer briefs. I pull my shirt off and toss it on the damp moss and see she’s still frozen in place. “Now,” I bark, and she snaps to attention.
I grab the back of her shorts and she lies over the log on her belly. It’s big enough that her feet don’t touch the ground, but she’s the perfect height for me to fuck her on it.
“I’ll try to be easy,” I pledge as I grab the base of my cock and slide the tip between her wet folds.
“Don’t.”
The one word spoken softly echoes around me like a call to battle. My sweet, innocent, lost angel wants me to possess her just as much as I need to do it.
“Good girl.”
I thrust in hard all the way to the root and she cries out, not in pain but in pleasure. Her warm, wet heat welcomes me and I brace my hands on either side of the log as I thrust in and out, deep and fast. I can hear the sounds of the birds singing and wind blowing through the trees between my grunts. I rut into her like a bear on his mate as sweat trickles down my back.
The sounds of her wet, sticky syrup as my cock slaps against her are so loud they scare a nearby bunny away. I grunt and growl, gripping the bark so I don’t grab on to her and leave bruises. Her ass bounces with every thrust and I hear her moans of pleasure. When her pussy grips me tighter and she cums on my cock I stare down to see her sweet cream covering me. I slow down and savor the feeling. It’s absolute hell not cumming with her, but I want her to ride out every wave of passion before I hold myself deep.
I let go of the tree and use my hands to spread her thighs as I thrust in one last time and give in to what nature demands. It feels like I’m breeding my female in my secret spot in the woods and I’ve never felt bigger or harder in my life.