by Jenika Snow
And then I became a fucking monster with her.
I pulled out, and when the tip was at the entrance I shoved back in hard and deep. I fucked her like a madman, hearing her wet pussy sucking at my cock, the sounds an auditory orgasm all on their own. Her cunt was so tight, and my cock felt like it was getting strangled.
I wouldn’t last, that was for fucking sure, but I needed her to get off first.
“God, I’m so close already, Jake.”
I grunted, loving that she spoke what she felt.
I fucked her even harder, the sound of my flesh slapping her filling my head. The scent of her, the way her skin became red from her arousal, and the sounds that came from her, had my balls drawing up tightly.
“How much are you fucking liking this, baby?” I slammed into her deep and hard, and felt her pussy clamp down on my cock even further.
“I’m about to get off, Jake, so I’d say I’m liking it,” she said, this teasing note in her voice. But then her eyes rolled back and she moaned loudly. I reached around and covered her mouth with my hand, muffling the sound. I didn’t want this to end before it really got started.
“Baby, as much as I want you screaming my name, we aren’t alone in the house.” I removed my hand and she laughed, but then moaned. “Just fuck me harder, get me off.”
Christ.
She clamped her pussy down on my cock.
“Fuck, you can’t do that, Viv. I’m about to come as it is.” I reached out, smoothed my hand down her belly, and slipped my fingers along her pussy. I rubbed her clit, moving that swollen little button back and forth, making her gasp and clench her pussy harder around me. “Fucking hell. Yeah, baby.”
“Jake.” She cried out my name, and I knew she was going to come for me.
I renewed my fucking, slamming my cock in and out of her at the same time I rubbed her clit back and forth. I felt her inner muscles clench and relax along my cock, heard her cry as she came for me, and I didn’t hold back from filling her up with my cum.
Once.
Two.
And on the third thrust I buried my dick in her, felt my balls become tight and draw up to my body even further, and came like I hadn’t come in years.
I had my hands back on her waist, and dug my fingers into her flesh until I knew bruises would be there in the morning. I grew even more possessive at the fact I’d marked her.
“Take it all, baby,” I gritted out through clenched teeth as I pumped my seed into her.
“God, Jake,” she cried out.
I leaned forward, took hold of her chin with my thumb and forefinger, and turned her head more to the side. I fucked her mouth with my tongue and lips, feeling like a primal bastard right now.
I broke away and panted, my orgasm still going, my cum still filling her. “Yeah, that’s so fucking it.”
When I felt my pleasure start to dim, I sagged against her, feeling her body start to relax right along with me. Seconds ticked by where neither of us moved, but I liked being buried balls deep in her, just feeling the rhythmic pull of her pussy along my cock because I’d gotten her off.
We both panted as my body slowly started to relax even further, my cock softening. I forced myself to pull out of her, groaning at the fact I was leaving her tight, hot body. Before she could straighten I had her turned around and in my arms, and strode toward our room.
The house had been renovated and structures added on over the years. No more was the open bedroom where I first took her on. Now we had a master bedroom, one I made for her that had floor to ceiling windows so she could look out and see the forest … or hell, watch me chopping wood, which she’d said she wanted to be the scene she woke up to every morning.
I couldn’t deny that it turned me on knowing my woman liked watching me sweat and work.
I went into our bathroom and set her on the edge of the tub as I started the water, added her favorite bubble bath, then stripped out of my clothes. When the tub was filled and I had her in the bathtub with me, her body between my legs, I held her tightly.
We didn’t speak for long seconds, but it was the comfortable, sated kind of silence.
“You know how much I love you?” I said against the side of her head.
“As much as I love you?” she asked, happiness in her voice.
I kissed her temple, feeling like I was the luckiest man in the world.
I am the luckiest man in the world.
“I’ll never get tired of saying it,” I said, and she turned and looked up at me.
“Saying what?”
I smoothed my finger along her bottom lip. “That I love you and you’re mine.” The smile she gave me stabbed right into my heart. “You’re mine, Vivian, and I’m never letting go.”
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Mistletoe, Rum Balls, and Polished Axes
Jake
“This one?” I asked and looked over at Vivian. She held Ollie, who at a year old was already big as fuck. He was for sure taking after his old man.
And Jackson, who was dressed like he was ready for a blizzard, held Viv’s hand, looking up at me, as if pleading with his eyes for me to help him out of the outfit.
“No, that one,” Vivian said and pointed to the next tree over. I looked at it, then back at her. “It’s exactly like this one.”
She shook her head. “It’s not.”
I knew better than to argue.
I unsheathed my ax from the leather case strapped to my side, brought the rag to it to give it one good polish before using it, and glanced back at the love of my life and our sons. Then I went to work chopping that fucking tree down. I brought the axe across the trunk, over and over again, the scent of pine and sap filling my head. Jackson started laughing, and Ollie giggled and clapped his mitten-covered hands.
I worked on that tree for a good twenty minutes, sweat starting to bead my brow and the length of my spine, but feeling power and adrenaline move through me.
If my woman and sons wanted a freshly cut tree, they’d get exactly that.
Vivian
I put the finishing touches on the rum balls, grabbed two glasses out of the cupboard, and poured some eggnog into each of them. I went to go into the living room, but right before I made it, Jake was there. He used his big body to block me, the wicked grin on his face already present.
I handed him one of the glasses, and watched as he brought it to his nose and smelled it.
“What’s this?” he asked and lifted a brow.
“Eggnog.”
He made this look and chuckled. “Woman, you now I’m a man. I drink beer or do shots of whiskey.”
I rolled my eyes and laughed. But the look on his face had me sobering. “What are you up to?”
He didn’t say anything, and glanced up. I followed where he was looking, and smirked when I saw the mistletoe hanging above us from one of the wooden beams.
“When did you put that up?” I looked at him, seeing he already had his focus trained right on me.
“I’ve had it up all day, baby.” He grabbed the cup out of my hand, set both of them down on the foyer table right beside us, and pulled me into the hardness of his body. He cupped his hand on the back of my head, pulled me impossibly closer to his hard, muscled body, and leaned in to kiss me. His beard tickled my face and I moaned, wanting more. I loved the fact he wasn’t clean-shaven, and got wet at the fact he was rustic and all male.
He stroked my lips and inside of my mouth with his tongue, groaning in that gritty, deep way he did when I knew he was turned on. Hell, I even felt his raging hard-on pressed right to my belly.
He kissed me for another long minute, and I melted against him. He smelled so good, and tasted even better. When he pulled away I groaned in disappointment.
“Come on, baby, let me rub your feet.”
To some women maybe it would surprise the hell out of them to have their husbands say that, a
nd actually do it, but not with me … not with Jake. To him I was his world, and to me he was mine.
He always went above and beyond to make sure the boys and I were taken care of, and although I’d never believed in soul mates, being with Jake had made that change real fast.
Once on the couch he pulled my legs over this muscular thighs, took off my socks, and went to work on rubbing my feet. I stared at the tree we’d just finished decorating a few hours ago, and couldn’t help but smile. There was a lot to be thankful for, and it had all started when I’d gotten lost in the woods all those years ago.
Christmas themed wrapping paper, and toys were scattered over the floor, some of them wrapped for the holiday, others still in the bags.
“We spoil these boys,” I said with happiness thick in my voice. I could hear it.
I felt Jake place his hand on my belly and I looked over at him. He stared at me intently. He still sported that full beard, and the flannel shirt he wore was blue plaid. God, he looked so good, and every day I fell in love with him even more.
“What if I said I wanted to try for another baby?” he asked softly. My heart started beating a little harder. “Ollie isn’t that old, I know, but I want our house full of little ones, Viv.”
I didn’t stop myself from smiling. Before he could say anything else I sat up and moved over to him. After straddling his legs, and sitting fully on him, I told myself to behave. But it was hard seeing as Jake was … hard.
“You want more babies?” I asked and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“I do, a lot.” He grinned, his straight white teeth flashing.
“The boys are already a handful, you know.” He pulled me forward so my chest was pressed to his.
“We’ve always handled things well. I thought we did a good job.” He had his mouth at my neck, sucking at my flesh. I tipped my head back and moaned, the feeling of his lips on my throat, and his beard scratching at my skin, making me wet and ready for him.
“What do you say?” he said in a husky voice against the side of my throat. “Wanna try for that little girl?”
I grinned even though I knew he couldn’t see me.
“What if I told you we didn’t have to try?” I felt him tense against me a second before he pulled back. He stared into my eyes, realization settling in. “What if I said you already got me pregnant?” I cupped his cheeks, his beard soft under my palms.
He didn’t say anything, just shifted on the couch so I was now lying on it with his huge body over me. He had his hand on my belly, and the grin he gave me could have lit up the whole room.
“I was going to tell you tonight anyway. I just found out myself.”
He pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me so passionately I lost my breath for a moment.
“You make me so fucking happy, Vivian.”
“I love you,” I replied.
He groaned, and then we were working our clothes off. When we were both naked, Jake’s big body pressed to mine, his chest hair rubbing against the smooth flesh of my breasts, I breathed out slowly.
“I’ll never get enough of you. Never.” He reached between us and placed the head of his cock at my pussy hole. While holding my gaze with his, Jake slid all the way into me in one fluid move.
I moaned.
He grunted in pleasure.
“It’ll only ever be you for me.” He pulled out and pushed back in agonizingly slowly. “You’re the only woman I’ll ever want by my side.”
I held on as my man made love to me. It was sometimes fast and raw, but also sweet and gentle.
What it was all the time was full of love.
Every day I fall more in love with this man. That’s how I know this is exactly where I’m supposed to be.
VIRGIN (A Real Man, 2)
By Jenika Snow
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Copyright © July 2016 by Jenika Snow
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She’s the only one he’ll ever want.
He is the first boy she fell in love with.
Quinn
I met Isabel when I was ten.
I fell in love with her before I even knew what that meant.
I knew from the moment I saw her she was it for me. No one else compared to her, and I’d do anything to make her mine. But I was afraid of losing the friendship we have, so I've kept my mouth shut.
But she's leaving me, and I know I can't keep how I feel inside any longer.
Saving myself for the girl I love isn't a hardship, but it’s something I'm proud of. When it comes to Isabel, giving her my virginity, and making her see we belong together, is all that matters.
Isabel
Quinn is like the other half of my soul, the one person I can talk to about anything. He has the bad boy thing going on but is also respectful as much as he is a rebel.
He is the first and only boy I will ever love.
Being forced to move across the country, and leave him behind, is like leaving a piece of myself in the process. But telling Quinn I am madly in love with him could put a strain on our friendship. I don't know if that’s something I could handle or risk.
Quinn
Nothing can keep me from Isabel. She is it for me, and I mean that in every conceivable way. Nothing can keep me from her. I hope she's ready because there isn't anything or anyone that will stop me from having her as mine.
Warning: This story is quick and dirty and filled with a virgin hero who wants his heroine to be his one and only. It's drama free, and has insta-everything going on, so be prepared to have an overload of sugary virgin goodness.
1
Quinn
The first time I saw Isabel, I knew she was something special.
I hadn’t even spoken to her, didn’t even know her name, but like those sappy songs and movies where they talk about that instant connection … yeah, I had gone there with her.
We were ten years old, and she was being picked on by some little prick; the sight of her crying had done something to me instantly. I’d wanted to protect her, to hurt anyone that thought they could make her cry.
I’d stormed right over there, pulled her behind me, and given the bullying asshole a black eye.
After that day, we became inseparable.
After that day, no one fucked with her, not unless they wanted to deal with me.
And they never did.
I might not have known what I was feeling for her at such a young age, but I knew without a doubt she was it for me. I wanted her in my life forever.
As the years went on, our relationship became stronger, our friendship tighter. She was my best friend, the one girl I could talk to about anything. And she could do the same with me. But that friendship evolved for me, and I didn’t just see myself as her protector anymore, but the guy that didn’t want any prick even looking at her.
I knew I loved her before I even knew what that fucking word meant.
We were both eighteen, and although I’d always kept my distance when it came to telling her how I really felt, I knew I couldn’t hold that shit in anymore. I loved Isabel so much it hurt.
She’d nev
er know how much she meant to me unless I grew some balls and told her. But I was afraid, afraid of losing the best thing in my life. The fear that I could ruin everything with those three words had kept my mouth shut, but I couldn’t do that anymore.
She was the most important person to me. Isabel was my world, my life. Hell, I breathed because of her.
She didn’t know it, but she was mine, and I needed to tell her before it was too late.
Isabel
I felt like crying.
They weren’t happy tears, but soul numbing, heart-breaking tears that would consume me and not let go until it had wrung every last ounce of energy from me. If I gave in and let that sorrow take over, I’d crumble to the floor and not be able to get back up.
“Everything will work out, Isabel.”
I looked at my mom before I walked out of the front door and headed to school. My eyes stung from the unshed tears, and my throat was so dry and tight I couldn’t even swallow.
“No, it won’t be okay.”
My mom gave me a sympathetic look, and I hated it. “Isabel, we didn’t mean to spring this on you, but we just found out, as well. Your father can’t pass up the promotion, even if it means we have to move your senior year.”
I just shook my head. I didn’t care if I had to finish my senior year at another school. What I cared about, what was breaking my heart, was the fact I had to tell Quinn about this.
I would be leaving my best friend.
I would be leaving the guy I was hopelessly in love with.
Not saying anything was the best route; if I opened my mouth, I’d either yell at my mom for ruining the best thing in my life, or cry like a little bitch.