by Vivien Vale
“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.”
Her 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.
Chapter 42
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 j
ust 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.
Jack’s tie, of course, is flannel, but I think he’d feel a little lost without it.
I lick my lips and whisper teasingly in his ear.
“Later. We can consummate our marriage later.”
His hungry expression matches my own and I know we have a night of intense lovemaking ahead of us. With so much to celebrate, who wouldn’t?
Jack has so much stamina that he often takes me several times a day. We fuck all the time. And it’s exactly how I like it.
I take his hand and pull him around to show him the decorations that my mother’s figured out. Despite my complaints against her, she’s really pulled together a beautiful wedding with a comfortable yet classy rustic vibe.
Pretty little lights drip from the branches of every tree and the makeshift aisle is lined with beautifully sculpted log benches.
My mother has somehow arranged catering way out here in the middle of nowhere. The food is fantastic, and everyone seems to be happy. But most of all, Jack and I are happy. This is my happily ever after and I never imagined it could be this good.
Maybe in my fantasies someway, somehow I imagined I’d be with a man like Jack. He does seem kind of like a man you’d only fantasize about—not a living, breathing mountain man who actually exists. But my mind didn’t really believe what my heart wanted.
To be treated like a queen and fucked like a whore.
With Jack, I’m complete. We make each other whole. Sure, some nights I still wake up with him pinned on top of me, imagining that I’m some faceless enemy from his worst dreams. Some nights, he wakes up with me on top of him, beating my fist against his chest and reliving the worst night of my life.
But we know how to calm each other down. We understand each other’s pain. And finally, I feel free to be the person I’ve always wanted to be. All because of Jack.
I show Jack around and I think he doesn’t understand anything about why the decorations matter to me so much.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” I say to him as we stand against the trunk of a tree that’s shimmering with crystals under the sun.
“Fuck the decorations. You’re the beautiful one,” he says, kissing me.
And before I realize what he’s doing, he’s got me pulled into the woods where no one can see us.
“Jack! What are you doing?”
“I’m ready to consummate this…now.”
With that, he’s kissing me and pulling my dress up. I allow myself to float freely, off the beaten path and over the edge of the mountain, into the crevasse of love that is now my life.
Forever.
Wanted: Big Bad Single Dad
A B
illionaire Matchmaker Romance
By Daphne Dawn & Natalie Knight
Copyright 2017 by Crimson Vixens
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Daphne Dawn
Natalie Knight
Aaron
My laptop is my fucking life.
No, but seriously. It’s how I keep my business at the top of the industry. It’s how I stay ahead in the game.
My laptop is key to who Aaron Bennett is.
And I, Aaron Bennett, am the fucking king of the internet.
Self-proclaimed, of course, but my opinion goes a long way if you ask the people closest to me. And I don’t even have to pay them to say it.
It’s early morning, and I’m leaning over my marbled white granite kitchen counter, my laptop screen casting a white glow over my face.
What’s a billionaire doing, slaving over his laptop while the sun is barely up, you ask?
Well, let me tell you. Billionaires don’t become fucking billionaires for nothing. Not unless they’re born and bred in the back pockets of their filthy rich parents, learning to read balance sheets before they’ve begun reciting the alphabet.
No. The reason I’m a fucking pro at my job, the reason I’m drowning in more cash than anyone needs in one lifetime, is because I work my ass off.
I guess you can say I like micromanaging my own business. But that’s how I roll. I employ the very best to do their very best―but I still dip in the waters, treading to make sure there isn’t any trash in my sea of people.
My self-assigned job is to catfish unsuspecting, pussy-whipped billionaires. I know, I know. Can’t imagine a fucking CEO doing the dirty work, can you?
Well, you haven’t met me. And I’ll be the first to tell you, if you did, you’d have the same reaction to me all the women do. You know, ready to drop to your knees at the snap of my fingers. Anyway, back to my job.