by J. L. Beck
“Berry bushes…” I cleared my throat of any arousal before speaking. Placing my ax against my shoulder I pondered the thought. I remember being a kid and picking berries with my grandma now that I thought about it.
“Yeah I want to make you some muffins. Something sweet for you.” The only muffin I wanted was the one between her legs, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. Not just yet.
“Down the hill over there by the river should be some berry bushes. Don’t go to far as the river water can sometimes rise fast and I promise you don’t want to be caught there if that happens.” I warned hoping she would heed the warning and pay attention to her surroundings. She came me a smile that made my bone’s quake with need and skipped away. I had to take a couple deep breaths to calm my cock and my blood. I had never wanted a woman like I did Lola.
She stirred something inside of me an instinct to, protect, claim, and provide for someone other than myself. I couldn’t admit it out loud but she scared the hell out of me. The feelings she gave me scared me and if I gave into them the way I wanted to too I knew something bad would happen.
Which is why I shoved all those thoughts of her and I fucking to the back of my mind and as I exhaled a breath I promised myself I would try to focus more on the task at hand and less on what I couldn’t have.
Lifting the axe I got back to work, moving the wood and splitting it with little effort. The sun was beating on my back, and sweat was dripping down my face but I still had an entire pile of wood that needed split, and stacked.
There wasn’t a part of my body that wasn’t used to the heat and physical labor of this job and even if there had been I had no time to nurse an injury. I simply pushed past the pain and moved on.
An hour of time had ticked by when I finally stopped for a drink of water. As soon as I paused long enough to adjust my hearing to my surroundings a quiet shrill met my ears. I threw the axe down without questioning and sprinted in the direction of Lola’s voice, which sounded panicked.
What if a bear got to her? Or the water had risen and pulled her under. A million different things ran through my mind of what could have happened to her. I clenched my fists tightly as I rounded the corner at the bottom of the dirt path surveying the river and where Lola was. My heart thudded into my throat as soon as my eyes landed on her standing in a thick mud pit.
“I’m sorry…” I could hear the emotions in her voice but I didn’t care. I didn’t care that she was sorry I just wanted her to be okay. Springing into action I walked out into the mud where she was stuck. I had done the same thing a million an one times as kid and I was always too weak to get out. That was then though, and now I was a man, with a whole lot of strength behind him.
“Shhhh. You are fine Lola.” I soothed her, reaching out for her hand. She was up to her knees in thick mud and the hot sun above us wasn’t making matters any better. We needed to move slow but efficiently. My fingers grasped onto Lola’s and I used her body weight to pull myself further out into the thick mud. With my height the mud was nothing but for someone like Lola It could easily become over powering.
Moving fast I grabbed Lola by the hips with both of my hands and pulled her from the mud, placing her belly against my shoulder. The mud made a loud sucking sound as it released its hold on her. I couldn’t help but feel a little bit bad about this. Not that it was my fault but I should’ve warned her about the mud pits and that though they didn’t look deep they were sometimes.
“I’m really sorry Jackson. I didn’t think it was that deep and I figured I could cross it since there wasn’t water on that side.” Lola confessed with terror as I moved us out of the smelly mud. Her legs were covered in mud and with them against my chest we were both dirty.
“God damnit Lola just shut up for a second.” I exploded with frustration stomping with her on my shoulder all the way back up the path and to the cabin. Once there I placed her outside by the small outdoor shower. Her tiny frame slid down my body like nothing.
She was so tiny, and weightless and that terrified me. What if something worse had happened to her out there?
I flicked the knob on, turning it straight to hot. Then I looked at Lola, her beautiful blue eyes looked haunted. What did that Roger guy do to her?
“Take off your clothes…” I ordered. She had mud on her face, up her legs, and on her hands. I knew this was pushing my already strained limits when it came to wanting her but I didn’t care not now, not when I was responsible for this mess. I should’ve just gone down there with her. No one knew the property like I did.
She licked her lips, her pink tongue darting out. My cock grew stiff, and my belly filled with butterflies. Was she going to listen to me or was I going to have to rip her clothing from her body?
“Is that what you want?” She purred in questioning her eyes growing wide as she waited for me to answer. Was that what I wanted? Yes, yes it was but I also had this deep need to make sure she was okay, and to examine with my own two eyes her entire body from head to toe.
“Yes. Take off your clothes before I rip them off of you.” I ordered gruffly. I inhaled through my nostrils taking in her scent, mixed with sweat, dirt, and mud. She was beautiful even when she was covered in mud.
“I don’t know if that’s….” The words expelled from her mouth in a rush but I was done being gentlemen like. My patience had been shredded. The fact that she was tempting me right and left didn’t help matters. She made the man deep inside of me want to come out and place.
Without warning I pounced on her, my hands gripping the bottom of the dress roughly. I lifted it pulling it up over her torso and then head, her face a mask of shock. My hands shook as I dropped the muddy dress to the ground at my feet leaving Lola in all her glory before me.
“Not hard sweetheart. I told ya if you didn’t take the dress off yourself I was going to rip it off ya. Didn’t believe me?” She retreated taking a step back until her backside was flush with the brick wall. One of her tiny hands lifted and rested against my chest right over my heart. I knew she could feel my racing pulse beneath her hand still It didn’t bother me if she knew that she was the reason for the racing of it. I stared deeply into her eyes, the hot spray of the water cascading over us.
“Has anyone ever told you how intimidating you look?” Her voice wobbled as she looked up at me with concern in her eyes. The need to kiss her consumed me and before I could stop myself or even think about what could happen I placed my lips against her warm ones.
Her hands clamped onto my shoulders, and I nibbled on her bottom lip begging for her to open up to me and when she did and my tongue finally slipped into her mouth it felt like heaven had descended on us. No words could explain the way I was feeling.
One of my hands moved over the straps of her bra pushing them down, while the other blazed a path down her backside to her ass where I squeezed her firm ass. She moaned into my mouth and I couldn’t stop myself even if I tried. Take a step forward I hiked her body up mine, my cock grinding against her sweet spot.
“I want to fuck you right now, and I’ve never wanted that with anyone before…” A shutter made it’s way down my spine. My cock was on the verge of busting out of my jeans and I knew I had to have Lola now or never.
“No one else?” She sounded out of breath, her tiny nails racking against my bare chest as I lifted her leg higher up feeling the heat from her pussy. I had never done this before but I was positive about a few things and one of them was that anything that had to do with Lola was going to be the most exhilarating thing ever.
“No one.” I growled, my lips crashing down on hers once more. She made quick work of my jeans, while I ripped her panties from her body. I didn’t want one Goddamn thing separating our bodies. As soon as my jeans were undone I shucked them to the ground, my cock springing free, and at full attention.
“Your huge…” She panted her eyes dropping down to my cock. All I could was smirk because I didn’t know if I was huge or not. All I knew was that this bad-boy was going to
be sliding balls deep inside her tight cunt.
“Your beautiful.” I gripped her by the back of the head as I centered my cock at her entrance. Her juices dripped from her pussy and onto my cock. “Are you ready for me baby?” I nipped at her earlobe, my cock slipping between her folds with ease. She arched into my touch her tits pressing against my wet chest. We were both still covered in mud, but the need to touch each other was stronger than anything else including the need to be clean.
“Ahh Jackson…” Confidence like I never felt before pumped through my veins. I didn’t know what I was doing but it all felt right and Lola’s moans of pleasure seemed to be guiding me in the right direction.
“I’ve never done this before.” My voice cracked as nervousness filled my belly. I wanted to do this right and I wanted it to be perfect because I knew deep down in my gut that Lola was the one I wanted to share this moment with.
I rest my forehead against hers and we stood there tangled up in each other. Lola lifted her small hand to my cheek and guided my lips to hers. I was still holding her against the wall her entire body weight on my arms.
“You’re a virgin Jackson…” She sounded amazed, and even a little bit shocked but there was no mean smirk on her face. I nodded my head yes, and swallowed the knot in my throat.
“I’ve been saving it for the day that fate brought me a woman worth keeping and I believe I’ve found that woman.” I smiled pressing my lips against hers once more letting the words I had said sink in.
Lola didn’t protest she simply pulled me in closer as if she couldn’t get enough of me, her legs trying to wrap around my hips more. Placing one hand underneath her arm to hold her in place and the other at her hip I did exactly what my body had been begging me to do all along.
I sunk balls deep inside her.
Chapter Four
Lola
I used to think that I knew what love was and that I had found my prince charming when I met my ex. All that changed though the moment that Jackson slid deep inside of me his cock impaling me and shoving every bad memory I ever had in my life away.
He banished the bad thoughts and replaced them with warm love. He made my legs weak, and my body a heaping pile of mush. Every thrust inside me showed me exactly the kind of man he was.
“I knew you would feel this good.” He groaned in my ear. All I could feel was him, and I loved it.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” I moaned, my back scraping against the brick wall. I didn’t care if I got injured being fucked senseless by this man I just wanted his touch.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold out much longer. Your pussy is just to tight…” He hissed between his teeth. I could feel his movements becoming jerky and I knew it would be only a few seconds before he came.
“Make me cum.” I ordered him, and moved right into action one of his hands slipping between our bodies finding that tight little bundle of nerves that would send me shooting into outer space. As soon as his finger scraped against my clit tingles of pleasure were erupting across my skin.
“Fall apart baby. Cum all over my cock.” His dirty words combined with the way his cock owned me and his fingers strummed my clit sent me over the edge. Zings of pleasure shot through my core and as soon as my pussy started to clench I felt Jackson hot semen filling my hole.
“So tight… So good…” He whispered in my ear his body sagging against mine. I love the weight of his body on mine, the way his large hands controlled my body, and how his kisses made my head do crazy things.
I was still dirty covered in mud all up my legs but the little bit of a shower we took seemed to wash away most of the mess. Jackson pulled out of me, and the loss of his cock left a void deep in my chest. I already missed his presence inside my body. He released me, gently setting my feet on the ground. My thighs rubbed together and I could feel right away that Jackson had been there.
That deep delicious worked over feeling settled deep into my bones. Jackson watched me the look in his eyes scared me, he seemed to be worried about something.
“Did I hurt you?” He blurted the question out grabbing me by the chin as he spoke. I shook my head no.
“No. You didn’t hurt me Jackson. You were perfect. For someone who was a virgin you sure do know how to use that thing.” A tiny laugh left my lips and that seemed to ease some of the tension that poured from Jackson.
He was so perfect, and he had no fucking clue. He was a real man, waiting for the right woman to give his virginity too. He wanted real love, the kind that you found in books
“I’ve learned a thing or two watching porn.” He confessed, his cheeks growing a smidge red as he did so.
He slipped his jeans back on though they were a bit wet, and handed me my discarded dress.
“I’m sure you didn’t learn how to rip dresses off women like a crazed cave man from watching porn did you?” I lifted and eyebrow in questioning as I glared at the dress in my hands. I would have to walk back up to the house in nothing but my bra. Not that it mattered since there was never any company here but it did take me half the morning to make the damn dress.
“I’ll show you what I can do with my tongue later tonight. As for the dress I’m sorry sweetheart….” He seemed sorry, but the smirk on his face said he was more than happy about how he shredded it, ripping it from my body like it was nothing.
“Mhm. I’m sure you’re sorry, the smirk on your face totally gives you away.” I didn’t feel like a piece of me had broken away when Jackson and I were done having sex. Instead I felt fuller, more at home than I ever had before.
“Get on up to the house and get to making me some damn muffins.” The rough exterior he had showed me on my first day here shined through again and it made both of us burst out in laughter.
“Sure thing. Though I’m not sure I have enough berries.” I looked at the basket that had been thrown to the ground in the haste we made towards the showers.
“I’m kidding sweetheart. I’m not an asshole. I don’t expect you to make me anything except now that I’ve sunk deep inside you…” He rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip with lust in his eyes. “I do expect you to have that pussy warmed up for me every once in awhile.” The dirty words coming out of his mouth already had me turned on again.
What was wrong with me? I hadn’t wanted to share sex with a man in months yet Jackson had me feeling all sorts of things. My body came to life when he touched me.
“It’s always warmed up when you’re around…” I gave him the same look he had given me. The story he told me about his grandparents was all I could seem to think about. I wanted a love story like that, and maybe, just maybe Jackson was the one I would get to enjoy it with.
“Don’t tempt me sweetheart. My cock’s tasted your pussy, and now that the damage has been done there ain’t nothing standing in the way of me claiming you every second of everyday. Now run along before my patience snaps and I keep you held up in the shower all day at the mercy of my tongue, fingers, and cock.” He was so brass, and confident for a man that had only had sex once, but I loved it. I loved that he oozed this self worth. He believed in himself.
“Whatever you say…” I taunted shaking my ass a little as I strutted past him. He rewarded me with a hard slap to the ass cheek. A squeal slipped from my lips and I ended up picking up the basket and jogging like there was a fire behind me up to the cabin. Once inside I watched through the kitchen window as Jackson got back to work at splitting the logs.
I was mesmerized by the way he swung the axe. It was as if he was one with it. As if they were one in the same.
Snap out of it. Stop staring Lola.
I recited the words out in my head forcing myself to step away from the window and instead go find another shirt to destroy of Jackson’s. I gripped the banister of the staircase and walked up the wooden stairs. I didn’t know if Jackson would be mad at me for being in his room but I would take my chances.
The second my eyes landed on his king size bed I knew I had to at the very lea
st con him into letting me sleep in the bed at least once or twice. It was mammoth size and definitely more than accommodating for the two of us. There were matching nightstands on each side of the bed and a large dresser with a mirror off the right of the bed.
BINGO.
I slid across the smooth wooden floor, and grabbed the steel drawer handle pulling out the first drawer, which contained sleep shorts and pants. I went to the next and found jeans, and on the very bottom were shirts. I sifted through them stopping on an all white t-shirt. I slipped it on, and laughed as it came down to my knees. Holy hell Jackson was huge. The other shirt I had taken was laying on the back of the leather couch in the living room and I didn’t even try it on at the time.
Once the shirt was on and I had covered my ladybits I took the very small basket of berries and placed them in a bowl so that I could rinse them off. When that was done I walked over to fridge where I noticed a recipe had been hung by a magnet. From the looks of the worn paper I was sure it had been a very old recipe. I read over the ingredients and started rifling through the small pantry for the items I needed.
When I was sure I had everything ready I got the mixing bowl out and measured the ingredients pouring the dry ingredients in first and then the wet. I had always enjoyed baking but that was before Roger had sunk his evil claws into me ripping me from my family.
My parents would never forgive me for running off with him when they had warned me of the type of person he was. I shoved the negative thoughts away reminding myself that I had Jackson now and I was sure that he would never let anything happen to me again.
He worshiped me. Protected me. And maybe even loved me?
I poured what was left the berries into the bowl, and mixed until everything was thoroughly combined. Then I sprayed the muffin tins, and scooped just the right amount of batter into each spot.
