by Melinda Minx
There’s a knock on the door, and I say absently, “Come in.”
I think it’s going to be James or one of the other staff, but when I turn around, I see it’s Amber.
She’s wearing nothing but a t-shirt. A white one. I can see her nipples pointing right through the cloth.
“Amber,” I say. “We aren’t supposed to see each other on our wedding day.”
She gives me an evil grin. “Now that we’ve seen each other, we might as well fuck.”
She licks her lips, and my cock springs up rock-hard. I’m just wearing boxers, and my cock presses right through the opening.
Her eyes widen as she looks down at me. “Damn, well I guess you’re ready then.”
When my leg was still messed up and in a cast, we had to get really creative. Amber rode me a lot, but I always liked being in control. Let’s just say I got an incredible workout every time we fucked.
Now that I’m free of the cast and mostly recovered, going back to the basics feels too good to pass up.
I grab hold of her through the t-shirt, squeezing her hips. I feel her bare skin on the lower part of my palm, and her warmth through the thin cloth on the top. I reach down instinctively, getting my hands below the shirt, and I squeeze her ass cheeks in both hands, pulling them up as I squeeze.
Her soft body presses against and into me, and I feel her pointed nipples hard against my abs. I take in a deep breath of her hair. Even after all this time, her scent drives me wild--she’s a drug I can’t quit.
Her lips press wet against my chest, and she runs her tongue up my neck as I lean down into her. Our lips meet, pressing together and opening up until our tongues drink each other in.
Her taste fills me up even more, and I find my hand letting go of her ass and sliding around to her front. My finger finds her wetness, and I run it up and down her swollen lips.
She moans into me as we kiss, and when I slide my finger up inside her, she releases the kiss. Her head leans back, and I kiss her exposed neck as I plunge a second finger into her sopping wetness.
I press her up against the wall, and she raises her leg up to give me more access. She rests her heel on the dresser, and I start to pump her hard with my fingers. Her inner walls squeeze and writhe against me, and her big breasts shake and bounce as I penetrate her.
I lean forward and pull her hard nipple between my teeth. I bring my lips--still wet with her saliva--over my teeth and I bite down hard. She squeals, and she bucks her hips against my fingers.
I feel wetness surging within her, so I move faster. I want to feel her cum all over my hand, and when she’s cum so hard and made herself soaking wet, only then will I turn her over and shove my thick cock inside her.
I run my tongue against her nipple and suck hard as she begins to tremble and convulse all over my fingers. She gasps and screams out my name, and already I feel my cock twitching with anticipation.
A surge of wetness flows across my fingers as all the muscles in Amber’s body tighten against me. Her pussy grips my fingers like a vice, but she’s so wet that I slide in and out effortlessly.
She exhales with a moan and a scream, and she pulls and tugs at my wrist.
“Please, Liam,” she says. “It’s too sensitive.”
I pull my fingers out, and I lick her thick juices off them, savoring her taste.
She falls down onto the bed, her ass riding up in the air. She knows exactly what has to happen next.
I see her reaching between her legs and gently fingering her clit.
“I thought it was too sensitive,” I say, grinning.
“Mmhmm,” she moans. “I’m still so horny. I’m ready for it, Liam.”
I’m on top of her in an instant, my hands gripping tight against her waist. I slap my hard cock against her back and run it across her ass, teasing her for as long as I can bear.
“Put it in,” she pleads.
The pain in my leg is just a vague shadow of what it once was. It’s not enough to stop me or slow me down at all. I’m so hard for Amber that not even another bullet could stop me at this point.
I run my cock against her wetness, and I press the tip right in. Warmth envelops me, and my eyes roll back into my head. I’m barely an inch in, but the anticipation of being balls deep into Amber’s pussy spikes my adrenaline through the roof.
I dig my fingers into her thick thighs as I press in deeper. The warm, wet tightness is just as good as it was the first time with her. My cock is so big that she has to really stretch for me to get in, but she’s always wet enough that it glides right in--I just have to take it slow at first.
I start to fuck her as I work my girth all the way in. I pull back, and then push back in, always going a little deeper than before. If I just rammed my cock inside her, it would be too much for her tight hole.
“God,” she says. “You’re so good Liam; it’s always so good.”
Damn right it is. I cup her breasts, letting her nipples slide between my fingers. I squeeze them between my fingers as I slide the last few inches inside her.
I feel my balls pressing against her backside, and I know I’m all the way inside her. I stay still like that for a few moments, just to marvel at the tight fit and the overwhelming sense of togetherness.
I squeeze her tits, and my cock twitches, urging me to finish what I’ve started.
I buck my hips, and Amber screams out.
I’ve taken it slow long enough, and I immediately begin to pound her raw. Her pussy gushes wet as I plunge hard and fast down her slick channel. My balls slap loudly against her, and I look down at her slim waist and thick, wide hips as I slide in and out of her. Her thick cream is coating my dick, and she arches her back down.
She moves her ass wildly against my cock, and the friction intensifies. I pound her hard for a long time, occasionally slowing down--more to give her a break than for myself. Any time I feel an urge to cum, I suppress it. I let it all build up more and more so that I can explode inside her with an intensity she’s never felt before.
And when I feel she’s about to cum--which I can feel with clarity from having been inside her so many times--I slow down and keep her just on the edge of orgasm. It’s a delicate dance, but it will all be worth it in the end.
I pull her off the bed and shove her face first against the wall. She gasps. My leg hurts, but nothing hurts as good as my cock feels.
I slam it into her from behind, and she squeals, digging her elbows against the wall. Waiting for me to pump her to orgasm and fill her up full with my seed.
I oblige.
I ram her so hard that her ass cheeks slap hard against my muscular thighs. I see her thick white cream coating my dick as I plunge it in and out of her. I feel her wetness coating and engulfing me each time I delve into her deepest depths.
And then her pussy clenches and tightens around my veiny rod, but I keep going, never slowing down.
Her body trembles against me, and her pussy gushes wet all around my cock. She milks me from within, and I finally allow myself to release. To cum.
My balls tighten up, and I thrust in as deep as I can as my cock finally explodes. My head swims and my eyes roll back into my head. It’s too intense. I feel my thick load blasting up into Amber’s channel, and then another, and another.
I love to know that I’m filling her up, and that she’s no longer on the pill. Each load I shoot is strong, and she’ll be full with my child in no time.
Her legs tremble, and I have to hold her up with my strong arms.
I push her flat against the wall, my cock still twitching deep inside her.
She laughs from pure happiness, and I press my lips right to her ear. “Did I ever tell you that I love you?”
She turns and kisses me. “You tell me every single morning, and then again every night.”
I grin.
HAPPILY EVER AFTER
“I never thought I’d be here,” Liam says.
“Where?” I ask. “At your mom’s wedding?”
> He grins. “At my mom’s wedding, with my wife as my date.”
I laugh. “You really never thought you’d get married?”
He shakes his head. “Not until I met you.”
“Davis and your mom sure took their time,” I say.
Liam grins, still looking as handsome as ever, even after five years.
“I guess they didn’t need to rush,” he says.
“Sophia is taking way too long, isn’t she?” Liam asks.
“I’ll go check on her,” I say.
I go into the bathroom, and I see Sophia looking like she’s about to cry.
“Mommy,” she says, looking up at me. “I’m nervous.”
“You’ll be the most beautiful flower girl ever,” I say. I really mean it, too. She looks so adorable in her long dress, with ribbons in her golden hair.
“No,” she says. “I don’t want to get pee on my dress.”
She looks down at it, and I laugh.
I come out of the bathroom holding Sophia’s hand.
“What took you so long?” Liam asks, looking down at his watch. “Did you reinvent the toilet while you were in there?”
I never thought Liam would be one to crack dad jokes, even after he settled down. There must be some kind of biological switch in a man’s brain, though, where as soon as he sees his own offspring, his entire sense of humor shifts.
Sophia laughs. At least she thinks it’s funny. “Toilets are all the same, Daddy!”
“In China,” he says, “they are a hole in the ground. In Japan, they have little water jets that--”
“Okay,” I say, cutting him off. “She’s ready. Isn’t this exciting?”
Liam smiles, taking her in. “You look so beautiful, Sophia. Ready to wow everyone?”
She smiles. “Where do I get my flowers?”
Liam and I sit along the aisle together, on his mom’s side near the front.
I feel bad that I’m more excited to see my own daughter walk down the aisle than I am to see Liam’s mom and Davis get married--but I’m just being honest with myself. I won’t tell Liam that.
The minister talks, saying a lot of nice stuff that makes us all get a little teary-eyed. And then, finally, the music starts.
Sophia walks out first, throwing flower petals up into the air with a flourish. I see everyone turn back to look at her, big smiles breaking out on their faces.
“Awwww!”
“She’s so sweet!”
“What a beautiful girl!”
I beam with pride, and the biggest smile ever fills my face.
Liam grips my hand in his, and I feel his breath on my ear. “We did good, huh?”
“We did,” I say, still beaming.
“Let’s do it again,” he says. “I think it’s time.”
I smile even wider, but for an entirely different reason than before.
37
Happily Ever After
“I never thought I’d be here,” Liam says.
“Where?” I ask. “At your mom’s wedding?”
He grins. “At my mom’s wedding, with my wife as my date.”
I laugh. “You really never thought you’d get married?”
He shakes his head. “Not until I met you.”
“Davis and your mom sure took their time,” I say.
Liam grins, still looking as handsome as ever, even after five years.
“I guess they didn’t need to rush,” he says.
“Sophia is taking way too long, isn’t she?” Liam asks.
“I’ll go check on her,” I say.
I go into the bathroom, and I see Sophia looking like she’s about to cry.
“Mommy,” she says, looking up at me. “I’m nervous.”
“You’ll be the most beautiful flower girl ever,” I say. I really mean it, too. She looks so adorable in her long dress, with ribbons in her golden hair.
“No,” she says. “I don’t want to get pee on my dress.”
She looks down at it, and I laugh.
I come out of the bathroom holding Sophia’s hand.
“What took you so long?” Liam asks, looking down at his watch. “Did you reinvent the toilet while you were in there?”
I never thought Liam would be one to crack dad jokes, even after he settled down. There must be some kind of biological switch in a man’s brain, though, where as soon as he sees his own offspring, his entire sense of humor shifts.
Sophia laughs. At least she thinks it’s funny. “Toilets are all the same, Daddy!”
“In China,” he says, “they are a hole in the ground. In Japan, they have little water jets that--”
“Okay,” I say, cutting him off. “She’s ready. Isn’t this exciting?”
Liam smiles, taking her in. “You look so beautiful, Sophia. Ready to wow everyone?”
She smiles. “Where do I get my flowers?”
Liam and I sit along the aisle together, on his mom’s side near the front.
I feel bad that I’m more excited to see my own daughter walk down the aisle than I am to see Liam’s mom and Davis get married--but I’m just being honest with myself. I won’t tell Liam that.
The minister talks, saying a lot of nice stuff that makes us all get a little teary-eyed. And then, finally, the music starts.
Sophia walks out first, throwing flower petals up into the air with a flourish. I see everyone turn back to look at her, big smiles breaking out on their faces.
“Awwww!”
“She’s so sweet!”
“What a beautiful girl!”
I beam with pride, and the biggest smile ever fills my face.
Liam grips my hand in his, and I feel his breath on my ear. “We did good, huh?”
“We did,” I say, still beaming.
“Let’s do it again,” he says. “I think it’s time.”
I smile even wider, but for an entirely different reason than before.
Jacked: A Badboy Lumberjack Romance (A full free novel)
Prologue
I can still feel his seed inside me, and I’m still glowing from the first two times he made me cum tonight. But Jack’s looking over at me again now, and his eyes are burning for me.
His strong hands grip my sides, and he runs them slowly up my body.
I see his axe sitting by the door. His axe. I can’t believe I’m fucking a full-blown lumberjack. It’s so cliché, though remembering his huge biceps and chest bulging—glistening with sweat—as he swings that axe into a tree, I realize it’s cliché for a reason.
“Elisabeth,” he says, cupping my breasts with both hands.
My nipples go rock hard.
God, how much easier would it be if he didn’t say my name in that tone that melted my insides, that made me so soaking wet?
His tongue presses against my nipple, and I moan as my back arches up.
He laughs, smirking at me. “I barely touched you.”
I look down at his chiseled body, and I see his cock stiff against his abs, which are gleaming with sweat.
“You laugh at me, but I haven’t touched you at all, and look at how hard you are,” I say, pointing down at his throbbing manhood.
“Let’s fix that,” he says, grinning. “But first…”
He kisses down my body, and grips my hips. His fingers dig into my ass. My eyes roll back into my head as he moves between my legs, and his tongue presses against my wetness.
One more time. We’ll fuck one more time. And then I have to do the thing I’ve been dreading. The thing I promised myself I’d do, even if it will hurt him. Even if it means I’ll never see him again.
1
Jack
We bring in our haul for the day on the truck. All the lumber is bound tightly together as we dump it into the loading bay at the mill.
I spot Jake Ornsley talking to the foreman. Ornsley owns a big furniture store chain with a bunch of stores all over Oregon and Washington. As soon as me and the other lumberjacks get out of the truck, he locks his eyes on us.
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He nods to the foreman and steps away from him, approaching us with a big smile on his face. I don’t think the guy has ever even spared a glance toward us once in his life, but now he looks like he’s ready to be our best friend.
“Good evening,” he says, grinning widely as he reaches us.
Me, Hutch, and Sawyer give each other confused looks, our brows furrowed. Then we turn in tandem to stare stone-faced at Jake Ornsley.
“Yeah?” I ask, speaking for the other two.
“Any of you ever done competitive lumberjacking?”
“Competitive?” Hutch scoffs. “We ain’t some Disneyland performers, we’re professionals.”
I nod staunchly in agreement.
“Professional…” Ornsley says, stroking his chin. “That means that you like to make money, right?”
“Damn right we do,” Sawyer says. “Good money for honest work. No need to turn our trade into a performance.”
“Well,” Ornsley says, “I’m sponsoring this tournament to promote my store. A free trip to Seattle--”
I laugh. “None of us wanna go to Seattle. You keep making furniture, and we keep chopping wood. That’s how it works.”
“It’s $10,000 for second prize,” Ornsley says, and then he grins wide, building the anticipation. “And $30,000 for first.”
We all start licking our lips, our objections slowly melting away.
“And $5,000 for each of us to participate,” I say, without thinking.
Hutch and Sawyer’s eyes bulge.
“$2,500,” Ornsley says.
“Five,” I say, crossing my arms.
“Fine,” he says. “You got a month to get ready.”
One month later, the three of us are in Seattle. We’ve trained hard together. If the competition was just about who could chop trees down the fastest, I’d win for sure. But it’s not so simple. A lumberjack tournament includes a bunch of other bullshit that no real lumberjack ever has to do. You’ve got axe throwing, log rolling, underhand chops, all kinds of other shit none of us has ever done in a real forest. Hutch, Sawyer, and I have jokingly been calling it the “Big Lumberjackoff.”