Come Back to Me_A Brother's Best Friend Romance

by Vivien Vale

  And in all of this, I should feel some kind of remorse, right? Because I fucking don’t. Awful people shouldn’t be allowed to walk around freely with the rest of us.

  Wow. This is the first I’m referring to myself as a normal person in a long time.

  I’ve spent so long demonizing myself, making myself believe I’m as awful as Adam was, but when met face-to-face, the distinction was clear.

  And I was even going to let him go, all for Avery.

  Avery. I look over and see her biting the French right off of her French tips. She’s a little disheveled, but overall, she seems to be okay. Buck is settled by her side, laying his head against her thigh in comfort.

  What a good fucking dog.

  And what a great fucking girl.

  I slide my arm around her waist and pull her in to comfort her too.

  She rests her head against my chest and I lean down and kiss her softly. I take in another deep breath, and as I do, I remember I have a surprise waiting for her.

  “Let’s go inside and take our minds off of all the crazy that’s happened,” I suggest.

  “You sure?” she asks.

  I know she’s concerned for me. She knows what I’ve been through and how I could be a wreck right now if I didn’t feel so damned justified in what I’ve just done.

  “Sure. I’m good. You’re safe. That’s what matters. Plus…I have something I want to show you. Spent a whole hell of a lot of time working on it. I think you might like it,” I assure her.

  “Well…okay, then. But if you ever don’t feel okay about it, promise you’ll tell me?” she pushes.

  “’Course,” I reply. I smile at Avery, the gorgeous woman she is. How could I not smile at that glowing face?

  She moves in front of me and wraps her arms around my neck, and I wrap mine around her tight little waist. She plants a cute little kiss against my lips.

  I bring my arm down to her ass and hoist her up, carrying her bridal-style through the doorway of my cabin. She squeaks as I lift her and giggles as we walk through the door.

  “Boof!” Buck barks, not wanting to be forgotten.

  “Ah…sorry, buddy,” I say, turning with Avery in my arms to break the bad news to my dog—our dog. I love Buck. I really do. But… “I think you might be in the dog house tonight.”

  Buck whines real pathetically, but what I’m about to do to Avery doesn’t need any witnesses. Canine or otherwise. He’s got a nice heated doghouse just there on the porch that he can curl up in, and I’ll come out to let him back in the cabin later, but for now…

  I shut that door right in that poor dog’s face.

  If I could explain to him that I’ve got a hot bitch I want to spend a little one-on-one time with, I’m sure he’d understand.

  Across the room, right in front of the fireplace, she sees my surprise for her. The bear-skin rug I’ve been working so hard on is laid out, perfectly lit by the flames.

  She gasps, as surprised as I could have hoped for. Her hand comes up to her mouth, covering it, and I can’t tell if she’s smiling or grimacing. I search for her reaction in her eyes.

  I’ve come to learn Avery very quickly. She’s easy to tell with those big blue eyes. The shimmer in them tells me she’s happy.

  As I draw my conclusion, her hand lowers to reveal a big award-winning grin.

  That’s my girl.

  I lower her legs to the floor and rub her back with my hand. I love how petite and adorable she is.

  “I don’t even know what to say, Jack. I love this. And I love that you took the time and the care to do this for me,” she says.

  “It was just something that I thought you could appreciate. And maybe…convince you to stay here with me?” I propose.

  “Stay here? With you? In bear country?!” she exclaims. My heart starts to drop. I don’t know how I could have misunderstood her. “There’s nothing more I want in the world!” she shouts.

  My feelings of regret dissipate, and I’m overcome with joy. I adore Avery, and my life just wouldn’t feel complete without her in it.

  Once I met her, I knew there was something special about her. As it turns out, she’s the person I needed to help me remember myself. The me I was before all of the hard times.

  Avery wraps her arms around my neck and gives me a long, passionate kiss. Her lips are warm and comforting.

  I lead her into the living room to get a closer look at the bear-skin rug and to sit in front of the fire to relax and enjoy our home.

  We stand on the rug together and hold each other in a loving embrace. There’s nothing more romantic than holding my woman in front of a cozy fire, standing on a brand-new bear-skin rug.

  As I prepare for her head to rest against my chest, I’m surprised as she continues to lower herself down further. My cock is hard just from the anticipation in those few moments it takes for her to get to her knees.

  I look down and admire Avery’s long blonde hair. I run my fingers through it and patiently wait as she figures out how to unfasten my jeans.

  When she gets them undone, she slides them down to my ankles. I feel the warmth of the fireplace against my bare legs.

  She grabs at my underwear and tugs them all the way down, landing in my pants. My massive, erect cock now stares Avery in the face.

  I can see she’s still a little nervous by my size. After all, most women’s first cocks aren’t the length of a ruler. It’s impressive how much she can handle.

  Avery wraps her hand around the base of my cock. She starts stroking, moving her hand back and forth on the shaft. She looks up at me and smiles, biting her lip.

  That sexy smile of hers has me even more turned on. My cock twitches under her grasp. She opens her mouth and places the head of my cock against her lips and slides it in slowly.

  She moves her lips around some, to accommodate the size, and starts bobbing her head against my cock. She’s clearly enjoying exploring my cock with her mouth, and I couldn’t be more satisfied no matter what she does.

  To my surprise, she’s even already mastering some technique. She meets her hand to where her lips end and she starts bobbing, working her hand and mouth in tandem. Damn…yes.

  It’s really remarkable to think that just days ago this girl was a virgin. But those days are over now, and each sexual experience we share, her appetite grows.

  “God, Avery. Don’t stop,” I let out with a moan.

  She starts flicking her tongue against the head of my cock as she bobs against it. My eyes roll back into my head at the excitement of her experimentation.

  I rest my hand against the back of her head. I hear her breathing in deep and exhaling hard. She’s getting tired.

  “Avery, baby. Come here,” I request.

  She slides my cock from her mouth. She wipes the corners of her lips and she stands up and kisses me.

  “Is everything okay? Was that… not good?” she interrogates.

  “Everything is great. And it was more than I even expected. I’m delighted and impressed by you. I just wanted to show you how appreciative I am of you,” I explain.

  “Oh, I see. Well, I won’t stop you there,” she responds coyly.

  She sits down on the rug and leans back. She spreads her legs apart and awaits for my face to greet her sweet pussy.

  I dive the fuck in.

  Avery

  My heart is pounding as Jack lowers himself to the floor. I’m surprised he doesn’t hear it with as close as he is to my chest. He leans over me and unfastens my pants.

  I bring my legs together and he slides them off of me. I can feel the bear fur warm and fuzzy against my bare skin. There’s something incredibly sensual about the rustic new addition to the cabin. I can’t wait to break it in with Jack.

  It’s funny to me that just a few days ago, he ate me out for the first time in his claw-foot tub. It seems like so long ago. I was so nervous to get into it, and now here I am ready to go at the drop of a hat.

  I watch Jack’s face as he admires my body
from my head down to my toes. He’s enamored with me, just as much as I am with him.

  “Damn, you’re sexy, Avery,” he comments. “I still can’t believe you’re here with me. And that you’ll stay.”

  “What’s so hard to believe about that, handsome?” I reply coyly. I grab his head and pull him back to me and kiss him hard.

  Jack smiles wide at me and gazes into my eyes. That stare got me from the start. He’s so infatuated with me, and it shows throughout his entire face.

  Jack takes his time taking off my panties. He starts at my hips and slowly pulls at them, touching every inch of my bare legs as he drags them down.

  The graze of his skin against mine sends goosebumps all over my body. He’s barely even touched me, and I’m so turned on that I can feel my pussy throbbing.

  He slides my panties off of my ankles and I part my legs wide, inviting him between them. Jack leans in to my face again and gives me a slow, passionate kiss.

  The anticipation alone is enough to set me off. I love the taste of his lips, but the suspense has me so horny I can’t take it.

  I place my hand on his neck and push his head down playfully. He giggles and smiles up at me before lowering his face to my pussy. His warm breath rolls against my pussy, and I jut my hips upward at the contrasting temperature.

  I feel Jack’s tongue flick against my clit. I lean my head back and moan as his tongue strums my clit like a guitar string. I moan loud and grab his hair loosely in my hand as he maneuvers his tongue against my love button.

  I'm so flustered with passion, and I don’t know what to do with myself; his touch feels just amazing. I’m so in love with him, and it intensifies with every action.

  I close my eyes and just enjoy the sensations and moan as he moves his tongue down, burying it inside me. Needing to exert some of my energy, I grab my own breast with one hand and squeeze my nipple hard and moan loudly.

  As his tongue is plunged inside of me, his nose is pressed against my clit. When he shakes his head, it stimulates both my pussy and my swollen clit.

  I run my fingers across his neck and scalp and I finally grab his hair with my other hand. He moans in approval.

  He sighs, and his breath is hot on my pussy and drives me to want even more. I grab my other breast hard and I gasp as his fingers plunge into my pussy. I writhe with pleasure and arch my back hard.

  Another finger slides into me and grinds against my G-spot. I’m drawn into a state of ecstasy as his mouth returns to my clit and sucks on it as he fingers me.

  Feeling bold, I hold his head in position and slowly rock my hips upward, forcing my cunt against his face. We move rhythmically against each other, creating an amazing sensation that I can’t get enough of.

  “Jack! Yes, Jack!” I shout to him. I don’t want him to stop. But I want more. I need more.

  God, I love how he feels inside of me.

  He comes up from my pussy to kiss me again. Boy, do I love making out with him, especially while my pussy is still on his lips. We kiss passionately, and when our lips part, I make a suggestion.

  “How about you take that big cock and slide inside of me,” I propose. “I’m burning with desire for you, Jack.”

  “That would be amazing, Avery. I want to so badly. But I don’t have any condoms, baby. And I can tell by your scent that you’re...in heat,” he returns.

  He can literally smell on me that I’m ovulating. His primal nature is something I’m fascinated with, and better yet something that turns me on even more.

  “I don’t care. I just want you, Jack. More than I’ve wanted anything. And I don’t care that you don’t have any condoms. If you come inside me, it’ll be fine,” I assure him.

  “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.
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  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—”