by Jenika Snow
Sucking in a lungful of air, I felt my body tighten further when he started taking off his jeans. He was huge and hard ... everywhere. I’d always gone for the “pretty boys”, but Jake definitely didn’t fit in that category. He was rugged and rough around the edges, with short darker blond hair covering his pectoral muscles, and a line of it going right down to the monster between his legs.
His dick was, without a doubt, the biggest one I’d ever seen.
Taking hold of the root of his cock, he stroked it a few times while he looked me right in the eyes.
“Reach behind and spread your ass for me.” His words were a command, an order.
I was not about to disobey him.
I grabbed each cheek and pulled them apart, showing him how wet I was for him, how primed I was for his cock.
“Motherfucker, I can’t get over how pink and wet you are for me.”
I was soaked for Jake.
He stepped closer and ran his finger down my pussy slit. He stopped when he reached my hole, and while still focused on my eyes, he shoved that thick finger right into my cunt. Immediately, my muscles clamped down on the digit. It felt good, but I needed something much bigger.
He grunted in approval.
“I’m going to have my dick in here, Vivian,” he said and started pumping that thick finger in me. “I’m going to fill you with my cum, make you mine.”
I couldn’t help the sound that left me.
He pulled his finger out and immediately lifted it to his mouth to suck the glossiness from it. “Mmmm. You taste so damn good.” And then he was behind me, holding onto my hip with one hand, and aligning the tip of his dick with the other.
A groan spilled out of me at the sensation of his thick cockhead right at my pussy hole.
“I need it raw, Vivian. I need to feel your pussy walls around me. I don’t want anything between us.” We looked at each for a second. “I don’t have a condom anyway, but I’m clean.”
I swallowed, because I’d been so aroused I hadn’t even thought about protection. I was on the pill anyway, so pregnancy wise we were good. If I was doing this, then I was really doing it. “Fuck me, Jake.”
“Fucking demanding, baby.” He dug his fingers into my hips, and I knew there would be bruises come morning.
Good. It made me wetter, knowing I’d have his brand of ownership on my body.
He used his foot to kick my feet apart even more, and then he was pushing into me with a slow but very thorough thrust.
“Don’t go slow,” I moaned in frustration. “Just shove that big dick in me.”
His expression heated further; he let out this low sound, and then he was shoving all ten inches into me in a forceful thrust. I was filled completely, stretched to the point it felt like I’d split in two, but Goddamn, did it feel good.
“You might have been with men that like you to be in control,” he said and spanked my ass especially hard. “But here, with me, I’m the one in control.” He pulled out so just the tip was lodged in me. “With me, Vivian, I’m the man, and you’re the woman.”
The way he said that had me feeling like he’d show me exactly how manly he could be.
“When you’re with me, I’m the one that does the fucking, baby, not the other way around.”
All I could do was nod in agreement and understanding.
Jake started fucking me then. Pulling out and shoving all this thick inches back into me. My inner muscles clenched around his length, and he grunted, picking up his speed and intensity.
“I want this to last, but you feel too good,” he groaned the words out.
I rested my forehead on the back of the couch, just holding on as he fucked the hell out of me. He certainly showed me what it was like to be with a real man.
He let go of my waist and spread my ass cheeks so wide I knew he was watching his cock move in and out of me.
“Fucking hell, baby.” He picked up speed and slammed harder into me. “Your cunt is so fucking tight and wet.” He groaned. “You’re so damn hot.” He thrust into me again and again until I couldn’t see straight.
“I’m going to come.” I didn’t want this to end, but I also wanted to just let go.
“Not yet,” he said and leaned forward to run his tongue up the length of my spine. “Even your sweat is so damn sweet.” He worked his dick inside of me in deep, long strokes, and I curled my hands into the couch until I felt pain take root in my knuckles.
Droplets of Jake’s sweat landed on my back, and I arched up. Maybe it was animalistic of me, but I wanted his perspiration covering me, marking me.
He continued to thrust into me, and I forced myself to hold off on coming because of his command, but I was doing shitty job of it. I bit my lip, tasting blood, and realized I’d broken the skin. He pumped three more times into me before stilling, his balls pressed against my pussy.
“You want to come?”
I nodded, not able to form a coherent word.
He pulled out so the tip was at my entrance again. “Then come all over my cock. Soak me in it.” And he thrust back in so powerfully I did come for him.
Lights flashed in front of my eyes, my head felt fuzzy, and it was as if the world swallowed me whole. The pleasure was like nothing I’d ever felt before, and the fact Jake kept fucking me only made it that much better. Right before the high left me, Jake pulled out and turned me around. He had me in his arms a second later. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his wet cock tease my folds, my eyes pleading for more.
Jake reached between us, placed his cock back at my entrance, and shoved into me hard. I cried out and closed my eyes. I was holding onto him with my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. But he was so strong. I knew he was the one doing all the holding.
He started moving toward the bed, his cock still in me, his mouth now at my neck. He ran his teeth up and down the side of my throat, and I exhaled. That one orgasm hadn’t done anything to dim the arousal in me.
“I hope you’ve got the stamina to keep going, baby, because I’m not done with you yet.”
He pulled out of me. And before I knew what was happening, or could demand he continue fucking me, Jake all but threw me onto the center of his bed. The scent of him washed over me. It was concentrated, wild, and woodsy. Before I could even prepare myself for what he was about to do, Jake was on top of me, his big body pressing me into the mattress. He gripped my thighs, pulled them open, and had his dick back in me all in a matter of seconds.
I opened my mouth on a silent cry at the feeling of being so filled and stretched. My pussy was tender, but it was the kind of discomfort that turned me on.
He was breathing hard now, his massive chest rising and falling. “I am going to tear you up, Vivian, devour every fucking inch of you.” He certainly had showed me exactly what he was made of. He started thrusting into me shallowly. “Tomorrow, you will still feel my big dick in your pussy and will remember everything I have done to you.”
“Yes,” I found myself whispering.
“Christ.”
His voice was so rough it was like sandpaper moving all over my body. The corded muscles and tendons that were laced and bulging under his skin made me feel so feminine. The thick crest of his cock pressed against my pussy hole again, and he paused for a second. Maybe he wanted to torment me, or maybe he was grappling with his own control. And then he started fucking me with frenzied movements.
My body slid up the bed, my head hitting the headboard. I gasped at how forceful his thrusts were, but I dug my nails into his flesh, wanting more.
“Look at me.” Jake’s voice was deep and commanding. It was like everything around me faded until there was only this one moment in time. He was braced above me, his arms locked, his muscles straining. “I want you to watch while I slam my cock into your tight little cunt.” He looked at my mouth. “I want you to watch as I make you mine.”
I knew it was the ‘heat of the moment’ kind of thing; it’s why he’d said all these p
ossessive things, but hell, I wanted to hear more.
There had never been a time when I had felt this kind of chemistry or arousal. I’d never wanted someone as much as I wanted Jake. I didn’t know if that should frighten or excite me. I lifted up and braced myself on my elbows, my focus down the length of my body. I’d never watched a man fuck me. I just let it happen and hoped I got off.
But with Jake the entire experience was so different ... so fucking incredible.
He slowly pulled out of me, and I watched his cock become visible, my cream coating the thickness. Jake pushed it back into me, and it took all my strength to hold myself up and watch.
“Isn’t it so fucking hot, baby?”
I could only nod.
Arms shaking and breath leaving me in uneven gasps, I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. I didn’t want to, even if Jake hadn’t told me I could come.
Chapter Seven
Jake
I should have gotten a fucking medal for how much self-control I was showing with Vivian.
I watched my dick slide in and out of her tight cunt. Her flesh was pink, wet, and swollen; it gripped me like an iron-fist. I’d never felt anything so good, never needed to fuck a woman this badly.
I had a tight grip on her outer thighs and curled my fingers even harder into her flesh. I wanted my mark on her, wanted her creamy flesh painted blue, showing her my ownership.
And I was owning her ... every part.
The slickness of her pussy and the suctioning warmth that surrounded my cock had my orgasm rushing close to the surface. I didn’t want it to end. Especially when I had never felt anything as good as Vivian. But I had to give in eventually. She had to be sore from me fucking the hell out of her.
“Yeah, baby. You feel so fucking good.” I pushed into her and pulled back out. I did this over and over again, picking up my speed until my balls slapped her ass and sweat beaded my body. My focus was trained on her tits, which bounced back and forth. They were huge. I leaned forward and ran my tongue along one stiff nipple. The peak was hard, elongated, and I gently bit it.
It had been a while since I’d had a woman, so of course, the thought that maybe that’s where all this possessiveness was coming from filled my head. But as soon as I thought of it, I pushed it away.
Vivian was different. She’d lived the same life I had, known the suffocating feeling of being trapped in a life that wasn’t going anywhere.
We might have only known each other for a few hours, but there was no way I could let her walk away. This was fast, frantic, and maybe it didn’t make much sense, but I was going with my gut on this.
I wanted Vivian as mine.
She lifted her hands and ran her fingers through my chest hair. I knew she was going to come again. Her eyes were glazed over, her mouth parted, and her cheeks pink. Her moans were soft and needy, and I worked my hips against her with a little more power. Thrusting as hard and fast as I was caused the large globes to bounce up and down even harder.
It was obscene.
It was fucking hot.
“I need you to come for me again. I need to see you let go before I can.” I lowered my gaze to her pussy and watched my cock tunnel in and out of her. “Pull your pussy lips apart. Let me see all that pink, wet perfection.”
She rested back on the bed and did what I told her. My cock stretched her wide. The sight of her flesh pulled apart transfixed me. And then she squeezed her pussy around my cock.
“That’s it, baby. Milk my fucking cock. Get all that cum from me.” I reached down and started rubbing her engorged clit back and forth. “Come for me, Vivian.” I looked into her eyes while fucking her pussy and rubbing her clit. “One more time, baby. Just give me one more.”
And she did just that, obeying me like a good girl.
I watched her face shift from arousal to ecstasy as she got off, and I felt my own orgasm rise up. I wasn’t going to be able to stop it this time.
Once, twice, and on the third thrust, I buried my cock as far inside her as I could. I came long and hard, filling her body with my spunk, making her take every last drop. My body was tense, my muscles strained. Fuck, I couldn’t even keep my eyes open because of how good it felt.
“Fuck. Yes.” The words just spilled from me, but I didn’t care. “You’re mine.” Vivian needed to know what she did to me, how I saw her.
I collapsed on top of her; my balls drained dry, my heart thundering in my chest. I quickly rolled away so I didn’t crush her, but I wanted her right up against me. I pulled her in right up next to my body, placed my hand between her thighs, right over her hot, wet cunt, and kissed the top of her head.
“Get some sleep, baby.”
I got pissed even thinking about her leaving. I didn’t know if I could do it, because I’d had her, and I wanted more ... so much more. I realized I was a possessive bastard when it came to Vivian.
Chapter Eight
Vivian
The sound of wood being chopped and the smell of coffee woke me. I lay still, staring at the exposed beam ceiling above me, and listening to the sounds of wood splintering. Lifting my arms above my head, I stretched, feeling deliciously sore all over.
Jake had worked me over in ways I hadn’t even known possible.
My ass, pussy, and even my tits were sore from his hands, mouth, and cock. He’d used up all that pent-up arousal that had been brewing all these years out here alone, and he made sure I knew exactly what it felt like to be thoroughly fucked by a man.
I could honestly say I’d never had a man be that way with me, act so primal and intense. The guys I’d been with now looked like dead fish between the sheets compared to Jake.
Forcing myself out of bed, I sat on the edge of the mattress for a second as my muscles protested. I was sore as hell between my thighs, and the memories of why I was so sore played through my head. My inner muscles clenched, and I became warm all over. When I finally forced myself to stand, my knees shook.
Damn, I’d be walking bowlegged for sure.
I searched for the robe from last night, but then I remembered it was probably still on the living room floor. But just as I was about to get up and grab the robe, I saw a t-shirt and pair of sweats sitting on the dresser. I didn’t know if he’d left them there for me, but I was wearing them.
Once I was dressed, I looked down at myself. The fabric hung on me. Obviously Jake’s clothes, I swam in them. The scent of him invaded my head, and I got this rush of desire. It wasn’t cologne that came through, but this woodsy, manly scent. My Mountain Man certainly had it going on in all departments.
My Mountain Man?
Had I already claimed him after one night? I reminded myself I had a life back in the city, and once this week was up, I’d have to leave all of this—Jake included—behind. I didn’t know why that bothered me as much as it did. The very thought of leaving all of this behind: a man that had opened my eyes to mind blowing pleasure and to a kind of freedom I’d never experienced before, really bothered me.
I went over to the window and pulled the curtain aside, but the angle of the window didn’t allow me to see Jake doing his lumberjack thing. Leaving the room and making my way into the kitchen, the sight of the full coffee pot had me perking up right away. After grabbing a coffee mug and filling it up, I drank the steaming liquid while staring out the window above the sink. I normally drank my coffee with milk and sugar, but after last night, I needed something pretty damn strong to wake me up.
I finally made my way toward the back door, opened it, and stepped out onto the small deck. And that’s when I saw him.
He had on boots, a pair of well-worn jeans, and a white t-shirt. But the shirt was soaked with sweat, and the sight of his muscles clearly visible through the damp material had me getting all kinds of hot and bothered. I leaned against the railing, holding the cup between my hands, and getting a nice eyeful of how hot it was to see Jake doing manual labor.
He lifted the ax above his head, and it was like slow motion as I
watched his biceps flex with power. He brought that weapon down on the wood, splitting it in two, and instantly grabbing another log. Once it on the chopping block, he repeated the action.
He did this for a few more minutes before setting his ax against the block and removing his shirt.
Well, shit, it was like my very own porn movie. He reached behind his head and grabbed a chunk of the material before lifting it up and over his head. Once the shirt was off, he wiped his face with the fabric, his back muscles contracting and relaxing from the act. He tossed the t-shirt aside and went back to work.
He either didn’t know I was watching him like a horny sorority girl, or he liked the audience. Either way, I wasn’t about to break his concentration by letting my presence be known.
Beads of sweat trailed down the length of his spine, and I clenched my thighs together. Hell, you wouldn’t know I had just been thoroughly fucked last night based on how aroused I was at watching him.
Jake took the term lumberjack to a whole new level.
I don’t know how long I watched him, but by the time he cut the last log and tossed the pieces onto the woodpile, I was soaked between my thighs, and my nipples were stabbing through the material of my shirt.
Jake turned around then, our eyes locked, and I swear I could feel his arousal slam right into me. Neither of us moved for long seconds, and I forced myself to stand straight, set my coffee sup on the railing, and take in a steadying breath. He looked down at my chest; there was no doubt in my mind he could see how hard my nipples were.
The sound that left him seemed pretty damn animalistic, and it thrilled me. And then I saw something shift in his gaze right before he stalked forward like he was ready to mount me.
God, I hoped he was about to mount me.
Jake
I could blame my insatiable sexual appetite on the fact I’d been dry in that department for years, but the truth was there was something about Vivian that had all of my self control snapping right in two.