His Big Mountain Axe

by Madison Faye

  He doesn't say a word, but he knows. He knows, and he suddenly pushes me higher than I've ever gone before. His lips fasten around my clit, his tongue swirls around it over and over, and when he growls into my pussy, I lose it completely.

  I scream as the orgasm shatters through me, my hips flying off the bed against his mouth as my hands claw at the covers. He groans hungrily, drinking my juices down as his hands grip my ass tight and keep me tight against his tongue. He keeps teasing me, slowly letting me down until I collapse back onto the bed in a dripping wet puddle.

  Oh. My. God.

  I have no words, only a dopey, blurry-eyed grin as I look at him and slowly shake my head.

  "I don't know what that was, but..."

  I trail off, gasping for air.

  "But that was amazing."

  He grins hungrily, moving up and leaning down to kiss me. I hesitate for one second, but when he closes the distance, and I taste myself on his lips, a spark roars inside of me.

  I taste good.

  "I could taste you all fucking day and night, angel," Dylan growls. His body presses into mine, and I whimper as I feel his thick cock throbbing against me through his shorts.

  "No complaints here," I giggle.

  "Good," he growls, his hungry eyes piercing into mine. "Because I think I will."

  I shriek, giggling as he rolls us over, and start to turn on the bed. But my giggling turns to gasps as he pulls me on top of him, my legs going astride his face.

  "What are you— oh God."

  He grips my ass tight and brings me down against his mouth. His tongue pushes deep, his groans rumbling through me as I start to melt all over again.

  My eyes dip down, and suddenly, they lock onto the huge bulge pulsing right in front of me.

  And I want it.

  I reach for him, and when my fingers tease over his thick erection, he groans under me. I trace my fingers over him through the fabric of his underwear, gasping as it jumps under my touch. A wet spot begins to spread where his head is pressed tight against the cotton, and when I touch it, my finger comes away sticky.

  I've never wanted anything more in my life.

  His tongue swirls over my clit, making me moan as I hook my fingers into the waist of his briefs and push them down. His big dick springs free, and I gasp at the sight of it.

  …He's seriously huge. It must reach halfway down his thigh, and it's almost as thick as my wrist. And gorgeous looking. So thick, and hard, and pulsing in the air right in front of me, making my mouth water. I reach out and wrap my fingers around it. I stroke him, and he groans into my pussy as he tongues me, making me whimper as the growl rumbles through me.

  I stroke him up and down, gasping as a big white drop beads at the tip and then trickles down his veined shaft. And I want it.

  I lean down over him, my heart racing as I open my lips. I lean closer, and before I can overthink it, I'm sticking my tongue out and licking the head of his cock. Dylan growls under me, and when his tongue starts to tease me faster, and push deeper between my lips, I know I'm doing something right.

  I lick him again, savoring the salty sweet taste of the white liquid dribbling from his head. My mouth opens, and slowly, I'm sinking my lips down over him.

  Holy hell is it hot. I feel filthy, and sexier than I've ever felt before, sucking his cock while he tongues my pussy. I feel like some sort of sex queen, my hips rolling as he swirls his tongue over my clit and hollowing my lips as I suck him as deep as I can into my small mouth.

  His tongue slides to my opening, pushing inside as his hand slips between us, his thumb teasing over my clit. He rolls it under his thumb, his tongue pushing in and out of me like he's fucking me with his mouth. I moan, slurping on him wetly and whimpering around his big dick. More of his sticky sweetness leaks into my mouth, and I suck on it hungrily for more. He throbs between my lips, and his big, heavy balls twitch and draw up against him when he groans deeply.

  "Fuck, that's so fucking good, baby girl," he growls.

  "I'm doing okay?"

  "Your mouth is heaven, angel," he groans, swiping his tongue over my lips. "Heaven."

  I whimper as I take him back inside, my confidence swelling at his words. I suck him wetly and loudly, and I stroke the large portion of his big cock that I can't fit inside with both my hands.

  Dylan's thumb pushes against my clit, rubbing over it in slow circles that make my head spin. His tongue drags back even more, before suddenly, my eyes go wide.

  "Wait, Dylan, I've never—"

  "Just relax, angel," he purrs into my skin, kissing my ass lightly. "Let me make you feel good."

  His thumb swirls my clit as his other hand grips my ass tightly and spreads me wide. I blush fiercely, my pulse jumping in my veins as I feel his hot breath on my most private place. He moves closer, and when I feel the hot, wet, tip of his tongue swipe across my asshole, I cry out.

  Oh GOD that's good.

  He teases me again, and the sensation sends me reeling. It's so freaking dirty, but so damn good. I cry out as he starts to tongue my ass and rub my clit in slow circles. I drop my mouth back to his pulsing hard cock, whimpering hungrily as I take as much of him as I can inside. I slurp on him wetly and loudly, feeling the newly discovered sex goddess version of me roar to life. I lose myself, the pleasure flooding through my body as he tongues me and teases me. His cock swells even bigger, stretching my lips wide as he groans under me. I bob my mouth faster, my small hands stroking his wet shaft and teasing his big balls.

  The heat inside begins to swell, getting bigger and hotter before suddenly, the edge comes rushing up to claim me. I come like a hurricane, the orgasm shattering through me as he tongues my asshole and rubs my clit. I roll from one climax to another, moaning wildly and sucking his big cock as hard as I can before I feel him tense under me. His cock swells up inside my mouth, and he roars into me as I feel him explode.

  His hot, sticky cum fills my mouth, and I quickly swallow just as he pumps more across my tongue. I moan at the salty-sweet taste of him, swallowing more of him as his cock pumps rope after rope of his cum deep into my throat.

  Slowly, we come to a stop, and I come away panting for air. Cum leaks from his wet, rock-hard cock, and trickles down the side, and I don't even hesitate before I lean down and swipe it clean with my tongue.

  I'm still trembling from the aftershocks of what's just happened as he moves to curl me into his arms from behind. He nuzzles my neck, his big, powerful arms holding me so tight as he pulls me against him.

  "I think I like you showing me things," I purr contentedly, shivering heatedly against him. "I think I really like you showing me things."

  "I'll show you the world, angel," he murmurs.

  My heart swells up bigger than it's ever been, and I turn to kiss him when the door suddenly slams open.

  11

  Dylan

  I lunge to my feet as the door to the suite slams open. I yank the covers up over Rose and move between her and whatever's coming our way — muscles tensed and ready and my teeth bared.

  And it's exactly who I think it is.

  Two fucking goons in cheap suits barge in, with Nico close behind them, his eyes all crazy and wild with fury.

  "You motherfucker!" he roars, jabbing a finger at me. I hear Rose bury a shriek behind me in her hands, and I growl menacingly at Nico.

  "Did you fuck her!?" he bellows, jabbing his finger at her this time.

  "Back off, Nico," I snarl, completely not giving a shit that I'm bare-assed naked.

  "Did you?!" he roars dangerously, his face looking insane. I almost want to tell him yes, just to see if his fucking head explodes. But, I also have to consider the repercussions to Rose if he loses his shit in here.

  "No," I growl.

  "Should I check?" he hisses.

  I lunge into him as he makes a move towards the bed, but his two goons catch me and hold me back.

  "You touch her and I'm going to tear your fucking head off," I hiss ferociously
.

  Nico stops, but he grins, chuckling under his breath.

  "Fine, fine." He holds his hands up. "But this little slumber party is fuckin' over."

  He jerks his head at his guys. "Get him the fuck out of here."

  I lunge for him again, but they hold me fast, one of them sinking a fist into my gut as Rose screams.

  "Don't touch him!"

  Nico laughs. "Don't touch him!" he squeals back in this mocking tone that makes me want to kill him with my bare hands.

  "Say goodnight to your boyfriend, sweetheart."

  They haul my naked ass out the door, and I get one last look at her before they slam the door shut and lock it. Nico and his guys drag me down the hallway before he turns and tosses a towel he must have grabbed from Rose's room at me.

  "Jesus Christ, cover your dick, you fucking freak show."

  I yank my arms away from the two guys, acutely aware that both of them move their hands to the guns at their waists as I wrap the towel around mine.

  Nico shakes his head at me, his evil eyes slicing into me like he's looking for a weak spot.

  "What are you, sweet on your co-star, Dylan?"

  I glare at him, and he chuckles.

  "She's a cute little thing, I'll give you that, but fuck man. First rule of acting, isn't it? Don't fall in love with your co-star?" He shrugs. "I think I read that somewhere."

  I don't say a thing as I stare death at him.

  "Well, lose the crush, lover-boy," he mutters. "Because in a few days, I need you on your A-game for that camera. Capice?"

  "I won't do it," I hiss.

  Nico raises a brow, smiling slowly at me. "Yeah? And why's that?"

  "I won't," I growl.

  "Cause you got a little thing for her?"

  "Shut up."

  He chuckles.

  "She's sweet like candy that's for sure."

  I growl dangerously, my fist clenching. Nico swallows and takes a half-step back before he glares at me.

  "You forget that I'm doing you a favor, asshole."

  I snort. "Like hell you are." I glare at him. "I know, you know. I know you and Vin were in on that robbery, and I know what you're planning to do with Gino—"

  The back of his hand cracks across my lip, making me hiss. I lunge at him, but the two guys grab me just before I can wrap my hands around his throat.

  "Your word against mine, fuck-o," he hisses. "And frankly Dylan, your word doesn't mean shit right now." He leans close, his finger jabbing into my face.

  "How about this. How about you make this easy and just shoot the fucking scene, alright?"

  I start to shake my head, but he stops me.

  "And how about, if you don't do it, I will, and I'll make you fucking watch as I take that hot little piece of ass myself."

  I roar, a red film covering my vision as I tear out of the two guys' grip holding me and tackle Nico to the ground. He screams, and I get one good fist into his side before the two guys hauls me off of him and slam me up against the wall.

  Nico gets up, swearing and spitting on the floor before glaring at me.

  "That's gonna cost you," he says quietly, before slowly grinning. "And you overplayed, dipshit. Now I know you're all sweet on her."

  I seethe, chest heaving as I bite back the urge to try and reach him again.

  "She know why she's here, Dylan?"

  His words hit me like a slap, and I stop cold.

  Nico grins wickedly.

  "She know you killed her uncle?"

  I don't say anything, but I don't have to. He knows, and he knows he's just won this round.

  "The time table is moving up," he growls. "We're shooting this tomorrow."

  My heart sinks.

  "And you will do what I tell you to do, or I swear to God, I will make you watch me do it myself."

  12

  Rose

  Keep it together. You have to keep it together.

  It's happening. Today. Right now, actually. After they hauled Dylan away from me last night, Nico came back to personally let me know that he'd decided that filming would be sooner rather than later.

  "Sleep tight, sweetheart," he'd hissed. "Tomorrow's your big day."

  My big day. They day my virginity gets taken away on camera, to be sold. The one tiny shred of goodness in all of this is that it's Dylan. It's this rough, kind, perfect man I'm somehow falling for that'll be there with me. It'll be him that takes it, and even if it's not exactly the fairytale way I'd ever have imagined losing it, at least it'll be him.

  It's a thought I keep repeating in my head, hoping that it somehow gets me through this. I stare at my reflection in the vanity mirror I'm sitting in front of. Behind me, some of the crew for Nico's porn shoot are setting up lights and making sure the set looks good. It's a faux locker room, complete with a bench, metal lockers, and even some towels up on hooks. I look down at the red and white cheerleader costume I've got on and cringe.

  I'm going to lose my virginity on camera in the most porn-cliché scene ever.

  I take a shaky breath, trying to calm my jangling nerves as the crew shouts and moves things around behind me.

  "Alright, where's a our guy? Get him in here!"

  Nico's voice booms over the noise, and the murmurings die down.

  A side door opens, and I turn just in time to see a couple of Nico's guys pulling Dylan onto the set. My heart skips a little as I see him — bare-chested and wearing gym shorts, his grooved muscles and tattooed skin slick under the bright lights.

  At least it's him.

  He sees me, and his look hardens, his eyes blazing into mine. His jaw tightens, and so does my heart as we lock eyes.

  "Alright sweetheart!"

  Nico's hissing voice jolts me out of it.

  "Let’s do this thing. And don't forget to smile!"

  I cringe, forcing down the nausea as I stand and walk towards the locker room set. I feel completely exposed in the skimpy costume, but I know I'm about to be much more exposed than this. I know that soon, the cheer costume will be stripped away, and then the raunchy, skimpy red lingerie I've got on under it. And after that, the last of me will be stripped away too.

  At least it's him. At least when it happens, it'll be with a man I trust, and who my heart beats faster for. And I hope all of that can distract me from the cameras that film us when it happens.

  Dylan moves towards me, and before I can stop myself, I'm flinging my arms around him.

  "Are you okay, angel?"

  I nod, burying my face in his chest.

  "With you here, yes," I whisper.

  "I—" He swallows. "I'm so sorry."

  "Be gentle?"

  His face hardens, and he starts to open his mouth when Nico's voice echoes across the set.

  "Alright! We're rolling!"

  I glance around, blinded by the lights, but able to see enough to notice the cameraman with his eye to the viewfinder.

  How do we start? Do I have lines? I bite my lip, and I can feel Dylan hold me tight when Nico's voice spits out again.

  "We're gonna shoot the rest later. For now, this is it. Alright big guy, you're gonna pull her clothes off, once piece at a time. Let us see her."

  Dylan growls, his hand closing into a fist. But I put a hand on him, my fingers stroking his skin.

  "We have to," I whisper.

  "I'd want something better for you," he growls, his eyes burning into mine.

  "I know," I say quietly. "I'm glad it's you," I say, my voice breaking a little.

  "I'm not going to hurt—"

  "Today, asshole!"

  Nico's voice has Dylan's face contorting in rage again, but he holds it together. Slowly, his hands move to my top, and I shiver as he starts to tug it up over my body.

  "Good," Nico sneers. "Real good. Now toss it away."

  Dylan does, dropping my top to the ground before going for my cheer skirt. He tugs it down, pushing the elastic waist over my hips until it drops to my feet. I stand there, feeling more naked and e
xposed than I ever have in just my stupid, frilly red lingerie. But he moves against me, covering me entirely with his body and shielding me from the cameras.

  "Just focus on me," he growls. "Focus on me, and forget the rest of them."

  "Drop your shorts, dipshit."

  Dylan growls, but he pulls away just enough to push his shorts to the ground. He moves back into me in just his small, black, boxer-briefs, his chiseled body so warm and comforting against me.

  "Kiss her."

  He pauses for one second, before slowly, he tilts my chin up, leans in, and lets his lips press to mine.

  That I can focus on. I moan softly into the kiss, forcing the rest of them out of my mind as I concentrate on kissing him — the man who's opened me up in ways I never knew I could be.

  He growls into my lips, like he's losing himself in me, too. And when I feel his cock begin to swell in his shorts against me, I whimper. His hands circle me, pulling me into him and holding me tight. He pulls away just for a second, and when I look up, I fall into his gaze. And there's something I want to tell him, but I know I can't. Not here, and not like this. The physical of all of this might be stolen from me and put on film to sell. But the emotional?

  No, that's for me and him, and for us only. That part I'll save, and they'll never get that.

  "Take her bra off."

  Nico's voice jolts me into the now, and I shiver. I can see Dylan tense as well, his face pulling into a snarl as he turns towards Nico and the camera.

  "Well? What's the fucking hold-up?"

  Dylan tenses even more, and my hands grip him tighter. We just have to do this, and then we can move. And again, they may take the physical, but they'll never take what’s in my heart for him.

  "I'm gonna ask you one more time, fuck-o," Nico spits. He puffs on a cigarette. "And don't try and tell me you can't rise to the occasion, because I can see that fuckin' horse cock from over here."