With a sigh, I get to my feet and wash my hands. The venison has been sliced into steaks, wrapped in wax paper, and stored in the deep freezer. There’s a long winter coming up and I know that I’m going to be cold.
If only Emma was here to keep me warm.
That’s when I hear the sound. A small, soft rustling from just beyond the front door. Drying my hands on my jeans, I pace silently across the floor and put my hand on the knob. The sound is still there and I wonder if it’s a raccoon. But when I open the door, I see Emma standing there. At the sight of me, her face lights up. My heart sinks. There’s no way this can be good.
There’s no way that she can be lost again.
So what is she doing here?
As much as I want her around, I know that it’s a bad idea. A girl like Emma has her own place. And that place is not with me, want her though I do.
“What do you want?” I ask gruffly.
“I lost my scarf,” Emma says. She wipes her hands on her thighs and as always, my eyes are drawn to her lush curves. “And I have your clothes, she adds in a small voice. “Don’t you want them back?”
“Bullshit. You never even had a scarf.”
Even in the dim light of my porch, I can see that she’s blushing. She steps closer and I realize that she is shivering, too.
“Still couldn’t bring the proper jacket?” I raise one eyebrow into a smirk. There’s something so charming and naïve about this girl – it’s strangely attractive.
Emma’s pink cheeks deepen to crimson red.
I sigh. “I was just about to eat dinner,” I say.” Do you want to come in?”
Emma nods. She looks grateful and I step back to allow her inside my cabin. She’s wearing jeans with a white shirt and hiking boots that appear to have been newly purchased. The faintest touch of mascara is on her lids and I notice that her fingernails are painted.
This can’t be. Surely, she didn’t come out here just for me.
“It smells delicious,” Emma says as she makes her way into the kitchen and sits down at the table. “What are you making?”
I turn to her with a smirk. “Would you be disappointed if I said stew again?”
Emma flushes. “You know, it was so good last time that I thought you might’ve drugged it,” she says in a sheepish tone. “I know that’s a dumb thing to say,” she adds. “But I couldn’t stop eating it.”
Before I can think about it, a grin spreads across my face. “I’ve had better compliments before,” I reply in a teasing voice. “But not lately.”
Emma bites her lip and crosses one round thigh over the other. My kitchen is cramped, and I can smell the light floral aroma of her hair as I finish heating the stew and take it off the stove. Dishing it up in two bowls, I hand one to Emma and sit beside her.
For a moment, we sit in silence and I wonder if she regrets coming out here. But then she lifts the spoon to her lips and begins to eat. After only a few moments, she moans and licks her lips in ecstasy.
“I seriously couldn’t stop thinking about this after I’d gone,” Emma says. She licks her spoon clean of broth and sets it down in the bowl. Then, her brown eyes look to mine and I’m startled by the intense look that I see there. For such a young girl, there’s something about her that I’m not used to seeing.
“Thanks.”
“I mean it,” Emma continues. She cleans her bowl and sets the spoon down.
I stare at her. There’s strong conviction in her voice and she seems like she’s talking about a lot more than just the stew. But she’s so young – how can a twenty-one-year-old girl possibly know what being with me would mean? There’s no way.
“You have to stop coming out here,” I say finally.
“What?” Emma shakes her head and frowns. Her glossy brown curls tumble free of their bun and hang loose around her shoulders. “No,” she adds firmly.
“I’m a loner,” I continue, taking a deep breath and setting my spoon down in my bowl. “And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay away.”
Emma’s pale forehead creases and she shakes her head. “No,” she says. “I don’t see why I have to. That’s not fair.”
I snort. “You should be around kids your own age. Not forty-five-year-old men.”
“I don’t like kids my own age,” Emma replies. There’s a strange sense of conviction and serenity in her voice. “Besides, I’m not a kid.” She straightens her shoulders and my eyes go right to her tits. “And I can do what I want.”
I burst out laughing. “If you think that being an adult means doing whatever you want, I have some news for you,” I say. Her audacity is charming if a little clueless – besides, I’ve always liked spunk in a woman.
Emma pouts. “You think I really am a kid,” she says. “but I’m not.”
“Oh yeah? What kind of experience do you have with the world?”
Emma looks me in the eyes and licks her lips. The gesture makes my cock twitch in my pants and for a moment, I have to resist the urge to grab her and pull her across the table. In the soft lighting of my cabin, her thick curves are more appealing than ever.
“For your information, I have a lot of experience,” Emma says in a low voice. “It might not be the kind that you’re referring to, but it’s there.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I lean back in my chair and stare. My balls are aching from the sight of her soft pink lips and curvy frame. And now that I can feel our conversation heading in a more intimate direction, I don’t think I’ll be able to resist her.
“Tell me,” I say. “We’ve got all night.”
Chapter Seven
Emma
The air is dense and heavy with tension as I sit across from Damien. Part of me is insulted – why does he think he knows so much more than everyone else?
The other part of me is aroused. Although our conversation began innocuously, I wonder if there’s a hidden meaning to Damien’s words. I know that he isn’t just talking about sex, although now that I’m thinking about it, my pussy is tingling.
I was so excited to see him again. As soon as I came home from the library, I took a shower and went out to the woods to find him. But now that I’m here, I wonder if I didn’t make a mistake. After all, Damien didn’t look very happy to see me. But he didn’t turn me away, either.
God, he looks so incredibly sexy. His eyes look even bluer than they did before and he trimmed his beard. Now I can see killer cheekbones and a chiseled jaw that makes me wet. I wonder, did he make these changes for me?
“So, tell me.” Damien fixes me with a long stare. One side of his mouth is curled into a smirk. His hot, attentive gaze makes me feel like I’m on display.
“Well,” I say casually. “I know what it feels like to be lonely.”
“I doubt that. You’re a college student. You should have loads of friends.”
I shake my head and laugh. “Not exactly.” Raising an eyebrow, I lean in closer. “Remember how we met?” as soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them. Damien and I barely know each other – after all this is only the second time we’ve met. I wonder if I haven’t made huge mistake but to my relief Damien laughs.
“You’re right,” he says. “I should have remembered.” The look Damien gives me is hot enough to melt ice and suddenly, I know he’s thinking about having sex with me again. Swallowing, I squirm in my chair. Between the food and our unexpected conversation, I’m feeling sated and happy.
“And I know that getting along with family isn’t always easy,” I continue on. “My mother is embarrassed of me. She thinks that I am fat.”
Damien snorts derisively and shakes his head. “No way,” he replies. “There’s no way. You’re gorgeous, Emma.”
His choice of words makes me flush hotly. Every word out of Damien’s mouth draws me in like a moth to a flame. I can’t ever remember feeling so drawn to someone before.
And he thinks I’m gorgeous?
There’s no way this is real-life.
“
You can’t possibly mean that,” I say. “I’m definitely not even pretty, and I know for certain that I’m not gorgeous.”
Damien shrugs. “You don’t have to believe me,” he says with a smirk that makes my heart start pounding wildly in my chest. “But I know that you are.”
His voice is so calm, yet so serious that I don’t dare question him. And his eyes may be as blue as the ocean but when I look into them now I see nothing but passion and flames. My palms are sweaty as Damien gets up to refill my stew. When he sets the fresh bowl in front of me, I put my hand on his arm and look deeply into his eyes.
“I had to see you again,” I say quietly. “And there’s nothing you can do to make me stay away. The scarf thing – you’re right, it was all a ruse.” I look deeply at his face. “And I think you wanted me to come back.”
Damien smiles, but there isn’t any humor in his sky-blue eyes. All he can do stare at me for what feels like an eternity before nodding.
“I know,” Damien says slowly. “It wasn’t tough to figure out the scarf thing.”
Before I can think about what’s happening I get to my feet and stretch up to kiss him on the lips. For a moment, the kiss is chaste. But when I feel Damien’s tongue slip between my lips, my belly lurches with arousal and I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer. With our bodies pressed together, Damien puts his hands on my waist and presses his crotch to mine. As soon as I can feel the bulge of his hard cock, I moan softly and tangle my hands his long hair.
“Emma,” Damien growls in my ear, brushing my neck with his lips. The sensation sends a hot thrill done my spine, and I blush furiously. I want him so bad that I can practically taste it. The connection between us is so strong: we barely know each other, and I want him to consume me.
It’s almost frightening – my heart is racing and I feel like Damien could crush me against his body if he wanted. But he holds me gently, with his hand in the small of my back like a boy at a dance.
By the time we pull apart, my breath is coming in pants and I can feel that my face is hot and flushed. Damien is looking at me with pure lust in his eyes, but there something else there too. What could it be? Obsession? Animalistic passion? Or some other emotion, slippery and tangled, impossible to put a finger on? All I know is that I belong here … with this man, in this cabin.
Chapter Eight
Damien
The kiss was innocent enough, but it stirred something deep inside of me. Who is this girl? Why is she so fascinated with me? And why can’t I seem to stay away from her? I know that she’s trouble. But something about her is drawing me in and I’m starting to feel that I’m a drowning man.
I’ve got a hundred pounds of muscle on this girl, and a glowering glare. And yet she didn’t move away. Instead she stood on tiptoes and kissed me.
The sweet kiss moved me to my soul.
Emma is an innocent. Can’t she see that I’m a beast?
I can’t do this to her.
“You shouldn’t trust me. I could be a murderer, or even worse,” I say gruffly. Pushing Emma away is painful, but I have to do it. I don’t have a choice. Not if I want to keep her safe.
“I trust you. You have a kind face despite your animal ways,” Emma says quietly. She steps closer. “I know you, Damien. I won’t change my mind.”
For the first time in my life, I’m speechless. Who is this girl, and why is she coming back for more? I know that I shouldn’t touch her. but I’m powerless to stop myself. And before I can think about what I’m doing, I grab her in my arms and pull her into a passionate kiss.
Crushing Emma’s body to mine, I put my hands on her waist before moving them down to her generous ass and squeezing hard. Emma’s response is immediate. She kisses me desperately, shoving her tongue in my mouth and wriggling around. She sucks on my lower lip, dragging her teeth across the sensitive flesh. I can’t help but groan as my cock grows stiff in my pants.
“God, I want you,” I growl in Emma’s ear after breaking the kiss and nipping at her neck. Emma arches her back and presses her tits against my chest. I can feel her bra through thin material of her shirt and I growl as I rip the fabric away from her body. Her bra is purple satin in her skin looks creamy and pale against the dark material.
She looks good enough to eat.
Dropping to my knees, I bury my face in Emma’s cleavage and start sucking her tits. She yelps and whimpers as I pull a stiff nipple free and begin dragging my teeth over the sensitive skin. Emma tastes so good, like flowers and honey, and I close my eyes and groan with arousal and she presses her body against my face. Before, I didn’t take my time with her.
But now that she’s come back of her own free will?
I’m going to give her a night she’ll never forget.
Emma tangles her hands in my hair and yanks, just hard enough to feel good. She’s shaking and quivering and I can smell her pussy through the material of her jeans. My hands tremble as I yank at the zipper and pull the fabric down her thick hips. She’s wearing thin pink panties and the crotch is already dark with her juices.
Glancing up at Emma, I command her to meet my gaze.
“Look at me,” I growl sharply. “I want to see your face as I lick your clit.”
Emma’s cheeks are bright red and she’s biting her lower lip as looks into my eyes. Without looking away, I slide a finger inside the crotch of her panties and push a finger into her soaking wet cunt.
Emma gasps in pleasure. She closes her eyes and throws her head back.
Immediately, I yank my hand away. Emma gasps and looks down at me in horror.
“I told you that I want to see your face,” I grunt. “Don’t look away again or I’ll stop.”
Emma squeaks and flushes, but bashfully bites her lips and nods. The scent of her pussy is musky and tangy and it’s driving me wild. This time, when I slide a finger between her legs, she arches her back and moans but keeps her eyes locked on mine.
I slip a second finger inside of her. God, she’s so fucking tight and wet! My cock twitches in anticipation but I’m not ready to fuck her yet. Leaning close, I press my face to her pussy and start licking her through her panties. The material is soaking and Emma starts shaking and moaning as I dart my tongue over the fabric.
Emma howls with pleasure, giving me a brilliant and dirty idea. Without letting go of her hips, I pull my fingers from her cunt and gently massage her asshole, rubbing the puckered bud until I can feel her start to relax.
“Damien!” Emma gasps. “What are you doing to me?”
Leaning away from her pussy, I look up at her and smirk. “I’m rubbing your asshole, baby girl, and I know it must feel so fucking good. You like that, don’t you?”
Emma can only moan in response. She’s growing weak in the knees and finally I pull my hand free, licking my fingers clean of her juices before pulling her panties down and ripping the fabric from her body. As soon as she’s free of her jeans, I grab her thighs and pull her down on the floor with me before kissing her deeply.
“Lick your juices off me, baby,” I growl. “Clean me up.”
Emma obeys. Her pink tongue licks all over my chin and beard and I tangle my hands in her hair, keeping her face pressed close to mine until I know that I’m clean. When we pull apart, I stare at her lush body as I rip my shirt off and toss it to the side. As always, being naked feels freeing, like I am returning to my natural state as a beast.
I yank down my jeans and step out of them, kicking them away before lying down on floor with Emma. My cock is rock-hard and pulsing for her – nine inches of man ready to rip her apart. The thought of having her again is delicious and I can hardly stop myself from spreading her legs and diving right in.
But Emma has other ideas. She reaches down and wraps her soft and chubby hand around my shaft. Pleasure explodes in my lower belly and I grunt as Emma begins to move her fingers up and down. I can tell that she is inexperienced but it doesn’t matter – her enthusiasm more than makes up for it. As she strokes me, a h
ot ball of ecstasy begins to build in my balls.
Finally, I shove her hand away. Rolling Emma onto her back, I gently slap her thighs open and crawl in. She moans as I steady myself with a hand on her hip and dive inside of her waiting pussy. My cock slides right in and I can feel her soft wet flesh stretching to accommodate my massive girth. She feels even better than she did the last time and she wraps her legs around my waist so that I have to strain hard with every thrust.
“Oh god, yeah,” Emma groans. I put my hands on her tits and slide them deep inside her purple bra so that I can massage her nipples. I stretch the material of her bra with my hands and pull it up so her breasts spill to the side. Dipping my face to Emma’s body, I bite and suckle at her nipples until she’s moaning beneath me. I feel like a wild creature, taking her like this, and it is unleashing my deepest inhibitions.
“I want to ride you from behind,” I grunt. Pulling my cock free, I slap Emma on the ass and roll her over so that she is face down on the floor. Then, I run my hand between her voluptuous ass cheeks and gently tease her puckered hole until she squirms. Mounting her, I spread her ass and slide my cock into her pussy without taking my fingers from her butt.
“Someday, baby girl, I’m going to fuck you in the ass and you’re gonna love it,” I growl.
Emma moans. I hump and ride her wildly, burying myself deep in her cunt until my pubic hair is soaked with her juices. With my free hand, I reach under her body and start rubbing at her clit in time with my thrusts. Emma goes wild. She bucks and groans and shudders beneath me until I can feel her curvy body shaking with the force of a powerful orgasm. Her clit trembles and her pussy squeezes my manhood as if she wants to milk my cum.
“Unnh!” she gasps, eyes wide and white. “Oh god, yes!”
Before I can control it, I’m coming deep inside of Emma. I had meant to take my time with her, but when Emma is around I can’t control myself. Fucking her again felt natural -- just as being a hermit feels natural.
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