by Liz K. Lorde
“What do you mean it’ll be fine, Avery? I don’t want to…you know, impregnate you. Of course, unless that’s what you’re saying,” he responds, slightly concerned about how his words came out.
“Jack, I want you to take me. Right here, right now. And if you happen to give me a baby from that, all the better!” I say.
“You mean it, you really want me…and you want my babies?” he asks, looking for some kind of validation.
“Yes, Jack. I want all of it. Please, please make love to me,” I answer.
Jack scoots himself back and removes his shoes and takes his pants and underwear off from around his ankles.
I shimmy down so I’m laying flat on this warm, fuzzy new rug. Right in front of the fire, already hot enough to ignite one of our own from the sheer passion in the room, Jack positions himself over me.
“Are you ready?” Jack asks. I can read the nerves written across his forehead in beads of sweat and shallow wrinkles.
“More than I’ve ever been,” I respond, smiling up at him. My eyes are wide, and I haven’t blinked yet. I’m bracing myself for that overwhelming, full feeling of Jack’s cock.
I’m in ovulation mode right now and can’t help but need that monster inside of me, filling me with his baby-making juice. I never expected in my life that I could be so cock-hungry.
As he slides himself in, I cry out in a loud, whimpering moan. All of the incredible anticipation for his cock entering me has been satiated, and I lay back and enjoy my well-worth dessert.
I still am having trouble wrapping my mind around how everything has changed in just a few short days. I ran away from my ex-fiancé, almost died, was found by Jack who so kindly took me into his home, and everything else doesn’t matter right now because Jesus Christ…his cock feels so amazing.
His cock hits my G-spot hard as it thrusts in and out, and I’m enveloped in a big cloud of pleasure. His touch is the most exhilarating feeling, and I truly am addicted to him.
I throw my head back in delight and keep tilting it to either side as he continues to plow into my pussy. I moan and grope my own breasts again, needing an outlet for the overwhelming pleasure that I achieve from Jack’s cock.
Jack
Every mountain man deserves a mountain woman. I’ve just come to fucking accept this now, because I can’t imagine my life without this beautiful fucking angel in it anymore.
Some mountain women, I suppose, are born wild.
My Avery, though? This mountain fucking gave her to me, and she grows wilder and wilder with every passing day.
I bury my cock deep in that sweet little cunt of hers and take a moment to just stare down at her. She’s laid out on the fur of the bear that I killed to protect her. I’m fucking her on the best proof I can give her that she’ll always be safe with me—the skin of a bear I killed with only my hands.
I didn’t imagine that wouldn’t be the last time that I’d kill for this woman—my woman—but now that I’ve done it twice now, I know the truth.
I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Hell, I’d die for this woman.
But this sweet little angel beneath me didn’t bring me back to life just to watch me die for her.
No, I’ll fucking live for her instead.
Pretty little Avery reclines on the fur, her pale-blonde hair splayed out against the silken black beneath it. She’s the sunshine to my darkness, this fucking girl. It’s not just her coloring. Those sweet fucking sugar lips of hers make me feel like it’s summertime in the middle of this long, cold-ass winter.
And the way she comes—first so unsure of herself, but then over and over and over again until she can’t fucking think, let alone speak—well, honestly it just makes me want to keep fucking her every day. Every day for the rest of my goddamn life.
“Jack,” she whimpers. I look down at her and see the rest of my life laying right there beneath me, looking wild and desperate and unhinged. “Jack, please…I need you.”
“Is that fucking so?” I say with a chuckle, leveraging a little bit of my weight on her—just to push my cock that much fucking deeper. “Tell me what you need, baby girl.”
Avery sucks her lower lip into her mouth. She’s constantly fucking doing that, I’ve noticed. Means she wants to say something but she’s not sure if she can.
She wiggles her finger at me in the cutest fucking way possible and I lean in close, burying my face against her neck so she can whisper in my ear.
“I want you to come inside me, Jack,” she hisses. I can feel her wild, half-crazed smile spreading across her lips even as she says the words. “A good one. A really, really good nut.”
“Where do you want it, Avery?” I ask, rocking my hips against hers again. I start nice and slow…but hell. I can never keep that shit up for long at all when it comes to her.
“Deep. I want your seed deep, deep inside me, Jack.” I pull away to see if she’s being serious—just to make sure—and she looks more certain than I’ve ever seen her. “I want it in my womb.”
“That’s a big ask, angel,” I tell her, even though I’m just being a fucking tease.
I can feel how hot she is. How fucking wet. These last several days, her body has been preparing itself for exactly this—making that womb nice and ready for me to spray down with cum so her egg can fucking bathe in it.
I wouldn’t be a man if I could resist an ask like that. But I draw it out. I play with my sweet little former virgin. I deflowered this girl, and now I’m going to breed her as my woman…
But bastard I am, I’m still a monster in some ways.
And the monster in me…it wants Avery to fucking beg for it.
“Do it for me, Jack. I’ll never ask for anything else—not even pancakes—not even—”
Fuck. No, she’s honestly too fucking sweet torture like this.
Too fucking sweet, and she wants my cum too fucking bad.
I pick up the fucking pace. Chop chop, don’t stop. But the only ax I’m dealing with now is the one that’s currently threatening to split my tight little mountain woman in two—while she whimpers and coos and thrashes her hips against it, desperately trying to milk me of my cum.
“Greedy little thing,” I growl, dipping my mouth to her breasts. “Tell me, Avery. Tell me why you want my cum.”
“B-because,” Avery gasps. Little slut is about to orgasm again. I can feel it in the way her pussy is clenching even tighter around my dick, requiring more force from me than ever just to get myself to fit inside that tight little snatch. “Because I want you to get me pregnant! I want it—I want you to f-fuck me like a b-bitch in h-heat and I need you, Jack, I need you! I needyouineedyouineed—”
“Shh,” I say, laying a hand across her lips. “I get it, pretty thing. You need me. I just want you to fucking moan now, hear me? You’re going to moan for me, and you’re going to listen to my voice.”
Avery nods, looking up at me with abject seriousness in those pale-blue eyes of hers. Makes me fall even more in love with her.
Some part of me—not even all that small of a part—feels like I’ve been in love with her all along, really.
Just had to wait for my eyes to adjust after they were blinded by Avery’s perfect fucking light.
“You’re gonna come for me, Avery,” I growl in her ear.
My cock, big and thick and pulsating with need, churns her cunt into a lather. No matter how wet I make her, I’ve found that Avery can always get wetter. It’s like her pussy was made to take huge fucking cock, and I like it that way. “You’re going to come for me, and you’re going to do it on command. You hear me?”
Avery nods her head in desperation. I can feel her breath against my fingers, all hot and ragged, coming in and out of her nose.
“Not yet,” I say, getting my cock nice and deep. I can feel my cock head pushing right up against her fucking cervix. It’s rubbing itself flush with the entrance to her womb, and I know that’s exactly where I want to come. “Not yet…Not yet…NOW.”
He
r body spasms immediately. Like she was fucking bracing herself for it. Avery’s hips buck against me, forcing my cock even harder inside her.
Her shoulders shake and her lips curl beneath my hand. I feel her perfect white teeth scrape against my palm as she snarls, and then her snarl becomes a scream.
That’s when I fucking know. When she’s orgasming beneath me again, cunt spasming and sucking my cock even fucking deeper into her tight little pussy—I want to breed this woman. I want to fill her with my seed, fill her up with babies and curl up around her after, protecting her and our children from harm.
I don’t know if I’ll be a good father. I don’t even know if I’ll be a good husband—and I do think I ought to make an honest woman of her first.
But I know with Avery, I’ll figure it out. Because the last fucking thing I want to do is let this angel that the mountain dumped on my doorstep down.
I let loose on her, fucking her harder than I’ve ever fucked her—or anyone else, for that matter—before.
I feel my balls empty into Avery’s sweet, untapped womb so hard that I black the fuck out for a second—and when I come to, I’m still coming, still pumping her full of my seed, so I just keep fucking going.
Biggest goddamn load of my life, and it’s filling up a cunt that only I’ve owned. A woman who has loved only me and me alone.
“You’re mine,” I rasp, and now I’m the one fucking shaking.
“I’m yours,” Avery says, smiling back at me.
That congressman father won’t like that I’ve knocked up his baby girl—no, he won’t fucking like that at all. From the sounds of things, her father is a pretty big sack of shit, though. And if I’ve knocked her up, which I fucking know that I have, he won’t be able to oppose when I ask him for his permission to marry her.
That is, if I fucking ask. Men like me aren’t very good at asking permission—no, we take what we want, when we want it.
As Avery coos and smiles with my cock and cum deep inside her, I feel like I might have another load for her locked and ready, in fact.
So I take her.
Don’t think.
Just do.
Avery
Are you hearing wedding bells? Because I sure as hell am! I’ve enjoyed a long, cozy winter with Jack, but now it’s spring at last.
Sometimes, I kind of even miss the days where we were confined to Jack’s tiny cabin by the blizzards and snowbanks outside. I was never frightened for a minute, even in the stormiest weather.
With Jack, I’m always safe.
But slowly, the days became longer. Then the animals started coming out. Before I knew it, we’d fucked away the entire winter and tiny buds were appearing on the bushes and trees.
Now, on the day of my wedding, they’re all in full bloom.
Jack picked me a bouquet of wildflowers to match my bohemian lace dress. I love this stupid fucking dress so much, honestly. The last one was a construction of Mommy’s idea of who she wanted me to be. This one, I saw in the front window of a thrift store in town.
Jack offered the owner a small fortune for it, but in exchange for a sizable donation to the local American Legion from the Lawson family, the owner insisted on just giving it to me.
“Looks like it already ought to belong to you,” the man told me, and hey, who am I to argue with that?
This is a wedding I’m not gonna run away from. This is where I’m really meant to be.
Standing in the middle of the freaking wilderness with my big, burly mountain man at my side.
I wanted to get married out here on the mountain with just a preacher and the two of us present. Plus Buck…and our secret guest of honor, of course. But Jack, of all people, wanted to invite the important people in our lives.
For such a grumpy shut-in, he sure was enthusiastic about that part. A big hullabaloo of a wedding. He said he wants people to bear witness to our love, but I think he just might want to show me off.
Either way, I can’t say that I disagree.
My mother is flitting around trying to get things organized. Buck follows her everywhere she goes, Boof!-ing intimidatingly at anyone who doesn’t do as she says. She’s annoyed that I gave her such short notice for the planning, but I know she thrives under the pressure.
What can I say? I’ve been holed up with my man for the entire winter.
My father is not present, thank you Jesus. I’ve barely seen him since my mother divorced him last month. It’s been a messy divorce, and the harder he tries to fight against her, the messier she makes it.
She’s really dragged his name through the mud throughout the whole thing, trashing his reputation in the process.
I think she’s kind of enjoying it. After a lifetime of being a quiet, subservient little homemaker, she seems to like having him by the balls. From the sounds of things, she can finally dig her nails in for once.
“Mommy,” I complain. “Stop messing with my hair. It’s already perfect.”
“I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t allow me to have a hairstylist here,” she says, exasperated.
“Stop being silly. I want this to be my wedding. I want it to reflect me and Jack, not societal standards. That’s not the way we live.”
She looks at me and shrugs in surrender. “Well, at least the flowers are fresh. It’s simply gorgeous out here.”
Tell me something I don’t know. Somehow over the winter months, I’ve become a true mountain woman. It feels as if this is my home now and I’m never gonna leave it.
Jack comes up behind me and wraps his large hands around my tummy.
“How are my two loves doing?” he says.
I turn around to gaze up into his eyes. He looks handsome as ever. He’s wearing a suit and yet somehow, he still looks so rugged.
Maybe because even though it’s tailored perfectly, he’s still big enough and looks don’t-fuck-with-me enough that any moment, he might flex the wrong way and burst right out of it.
“We’re hungry,” I say, turning to grin at him. “Make us pancakes.”
“Boof!” says Buck, nudging his way between us.
I give him a loving scratch behind the ears. There are no kids in either of our families, but I’ve always kind of liked the idea of a dog as a ring-bearer. He’s got a little pillow to carry and everything. Mommy’s friends are in total awe.
I reach up on the tips of my toes so I can give Jack a kiss and, obligingly, he dips down to meet me halfway.
See? I fucking told you he’d bend down.
The loves he’s referring to are me and the one that I’m nurturing in my belly. After all that condom-less fucking, banging and sweet, sweet lovemaking…Yes, I’m super-duper three months pregnant.
How could I not be after the winter we’ve had? Jack has turned out to be insatiable now that he knows he can let loose on me. I wake up in the morning to find my man hot, horny and standing at attention, ready to take me—and he fucks me every night, too. Claims it helps him sleep, but honestly? I think he just likes sticking it in me.
When it happens multiple times a day in between our first and our last too…It was fucking inevitable. Something we both wanted so bad that it had to happen eventually.
Jack’s family is here and I kind of already love them. They’re all so freaking nice and down to earth—so much easier to handle than my own family. They make me feel at ease just like Jack does. And every one of them is as excited for the baby as we are.
Mostly though, I think they’re excited that I’ve brought Jack back to life. At least that’s what they keep telling me.
Most of the other guests are just as important to Jack, even though he’s still getting used to the idea. All those letters home he had to write for the men in his squad must have made quite the impression…because every one of his fallen comrades is represented by a family member or two today.
Hell, the whole Foley clan showed up. Most of them are clad in hunting vests and camo, not that I mind. It’s been funny, honestly, watching Mommy
try to decide if it’s a fashion faux pas or if they have an inside ear on next year’s fashion week that she doesn’t know about.
If I’m being totally honest, I wanted to wait. After my last fiasco of a wedding, I wasn’t even sure I wanted another one at all. I think Jack was a little put out by it, but he’s always wanted to do what makes me happiest, regardless of how he might feel.
There just wasn’t a rush to get married. We’re married in our hearts already. But as soon as I told my socialite mother about the baby, she can’t stand the scandal of an unwed pregnant daughter.
In a way, this wedding is for her.
But in a bigger way, it’s for Jack. The night we met, he saw me in a bridal gown I put on for another man. Now, he’s seeing me in one I put on for him.
And like, actually? It’s such a splendid day and the sun is shining in magical beams through the trees. Everything is so beautiful that I’m starting to believe I want this too.
It’s not a bad thing to celebrate our love in front of everybody within the wilderness we’re so fucking gaga over. I mean, come on! It’s love! There’s not a single bad thing about that.
“Jack,” I say. “You make me so damn happy. You’re the love of my life. You know that, right?”
He sweeps me up in his arms and easily twirls me around. Even three months pregnant, I am not hard for Jack to pick up. He’ll be the perfect doting father—I can already tell.
“And you finally learned to swear,” he whispers into my ear. “I could fucking eat you up.”
I feel his hard cock rising against his pants. If it gets any harder, he’s going to have to take off his belt…
And I really like what happens when Jack takes off his belt.
I wish for a moment that no one was here and we were all alone, free to express our love in the best way we know how.
Rutting like animals until we’re both too fucking exhausted to walk.
Instead, I take my hand and trace the long line of his beautiful shaft through his suit pants. It’s kind of funny—this is the first time I’ve ever seen Jack in something other than coveralls or jeans.
It kind of makes me want to take him to one of those awful state dinners I used to hate so much, just to see him all spiffed up like this again. The French ambassador and his wife, I’m sure, would absolutely adore him.