by Jenika Snow
I had a tight grip on her outer thighs and curled my fingers even harder into her flesh. I wanted my mark on her, wanted her creamy flesh painted blue, showing her my ownership.
And I was owning her … every part.
The slickness of her pussy and the suctioning warmth that surrounded my cock had my orgasm rushing close to the surface. I didn’t want it to end. Especially when I had never felt anything as good as Vivian. But I had to give in eventually. She had to be sore from me fucking the hell out of her.
“Yeah, baby. You feel so fucking good.” I pushed into her and pulled back out. I did this over and over again, picking up my speed until my balls slapped her ass and sweat beaded my body. My focus was trained on her tits, which bounced back and forth. They were huge. I leaned forward and ran my tongue along one stiff nipple. The peak was hard, elongated, and I gently bit it.
It had been a while since I’d had a woman, so of course, the thought that maybe that’s where all this possessiveness was coming from filled my head. But as soon as I thought of it, I pushed it away.
Vivian was different. She’d lived the same life I had, known the suffocating feeling of being trapped in a life that wasn’t going anywhere.
We might have only known each other for a few hours, but there was no way I could let her walk away. This was fast, frantic, and maybe it didn’t make much sense, but I was going with my gut on this.
I wanted Vivian as mine.
She lifted her hands and ran her fingers through my chest hair. I knew she was going to come again. Her eyes were glazed over, her mouth parted, and her cheeks pink. Her moans were soft and needy, and I worked my hips against her with a little more power. Thrusting as hard and fast as I was caused the large globes to bounce up and down even harder.
It was obscene.
It was fucking hot.
“I need you to come for me again. I need to see you let go before I can.” I lowered my gaze to her pussy and watched my cock tunnel in and out of her. “Pull your pussy lips apart. Let me see all that pink, wet perfection.”
She rested back on the bed and did what I told her. My cock stretched her wide. The sight of her flesh pulled apart transfixed me. And then she squeezed her pussy around my cock.
“That’s it, baby. Milk my fucking cock. Get all that cum from me.” I reached down and started rubbing her engorged clit back and forth. “Come for me, Vivian.” I looked into her eyes while fucking her pussy and rubbing her clit. “One more time, baby. Just give me one more.”
And she did just that, obeying me like a good girl.
I watched her face shift from arousal to ecstasy as she got off, and I felt my own orgasm rise up. I wasn’t going to be able to stop it this time.
Once, twice, and on the third thrust, I buried my cock as far inside her as I could. I came long and hard, filling her body with my spunk, making her take every last drop. My body was tense, my muscles strained. Fuck, I couldn’t even keep my eyes open because of how good it felt.
“Fuck. Yes.” The words just spilled from me, but I didn’t care. “You’re mine.” Vivian needed to know what she did to me, how I saw her.
I collapsed on top of her; my balls drained dry, my heart thundering in my chest. I quickly rolled away so I didn’t crush her, but I wanted her right up against me. I pulled her in right up next to my body, placed my hand between her thighs, right over her hot, wet cunt, and kissed the top of her head.
“Get some sleep, baby.”
I got pissed even thinking about her leaving. I didn’t know if I could do it, because I’d had her, and I wanted more … so much more. I realized I was a possessive bastard when it came to Vivian.
8
Vivian
The sound of wood being chopped and the smell of coffee woke me. I lay still, staring at the exposed beam ceiling above me, and listening to the sounds of wood splintering. Lifting my arms above my head, I stretched, feeling deliciously sore all over.
Jake had worked me over in ways I hadn’t even known possible.
My ass, pussy, and even my tits were sore from his hands, mouth, and cock. He’d used up all that pent-up arousal that had been brewing all these years out here alone, and he made sure I knew exactly what it felt like to be thoroughly fucked by a man.
I could honestly say I’d never had a man be that way with me, act so primal and intense. The guys I’d been with now looked like dead fish between the sheets compared to Jake.
Forcing myself out of bed, I sat on the edge of the mattress for a second as my muscles protested. I was sore as hell between my thighs, and the memories of why I was so sore played through my head. My inner muscles clenched, and I became warm all over. When I finally forced myself to stand, my knees shook.
Damn, I’d be walking bowlegged for sure.
I searched for the robe from last night, but then I remembered it was probably still on the living room floor. But just as I was about to get up and grab the robe, I saw a t-shirt and pair of sweats sitting on the dresser. I didn’t know if he’d left them there for me, but I was wearing them.
Once I was dressed, I looked down at myself. The fabric hung on me. Obviously Jake’s clothes, I swam in them. The scent of him invaded my head, and I got this rush of desire. It wasn’t cologne that came through, but this woodsy, manly scent. My Mountain Man certainly had it going on in all departments.
My Mountain Man?
Had I already claimed him after one night? I reminded myself I had a life back in the city, and once this week was up, I’d have to leave all of this—Jake included—behind. I didn’t know why that bothered me as much as it did. The very thought of leaving all of this behind: a man that had opened my eyes to mind blowing pleasure and to a kind of freedom I’d never experienced before, really bothered me.
I went over to the window and pulled the curtain aside, but the angle of the window didn’t allow me to see Jake doing his lumberjack thing. Leaving the room and making my way into the kitchen, the sight of the full coffee pot had me perking up right away. After grabbing a coffee mug and filling it up, I drank the steaming liquid while staring out the window above the sink. I normally drank my coffee with milk and sugar, but after last night, I needed something pretty damn strong to wake me up.
I finally made my way toward the back door, opened it, and stepped out onto the small deck. And that’s when I saw him.
He had on boots, a pair of well-worn jeans, and a white t-shirt. But the shirt was soaked with sweat, and the sight of his muscles clearly visible through the damp material had me getting all kinds of hot and bothered. I leaned against the railing, holding the cup between my hands, and getting a nice eyeful of how hot it was to see Jake doing manual labor.
He lifted the ax above his head, and it was like slow motion as I watched his biceps flex with power. He brought that weapon down on the wood, splitting it in two, and instantly grabbing another log. Once it on the chopping block, he repeated the action.
He did this for a few more minutes before setting his ax against the block and removing his shirt.
Well, shit, it was like my very own porn movie. He reached behind his head and grabbed a chunk of the material before lifting it up and over his head. Once the shirt was off, he wiped his face with the fabric, his back muscles contracting and relaxing from the act. He tossed the t-shirt aside and went back to work.
He either didn’t know I was watching him like a horny sorority girl, or he liked the audience. Either way, I wasn’t about to break his concentration by letting my presence be known.
Beads of sweat trailed down the length of his spine, and I clenched my thighs together. Hell, you wouldn’t know I had just been thoroughly fucked last night based on how aroused I was at watching him.
Jake took the term lumberjack to a whole new level.
I don’t know how long I watched him, but by the time he cut the last log and tossed the pieces onto the woodpile, I was soaked between my thighs, and my nipples were stabbing through the material of my shirt.
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bsp; Jake turned around then, our eyes locked, and I swear I could feel his arousal slam right into me. Neither of us moved for long seconds, and I forced myself to stand straight, set my coffee cup on the railing, and take in a steadying breath. He looked down at my chest; there was no doubt in my mind he could see how hard my nipples were.
The sound that left him seemed pretty damn animalistic, and it thrilled me. And then I saw something shift in his gaze right before he stalked forward like he was ready to mount me.
God, I hoped he was about to mount me.
Jake
I could blame my insatiable sexual appetite on the fact I’d been dry in that department for years, but the truth was there was something about Vivian that had all of my self control snapping right in two.
We’d fucked so hard and fierce last night that I was surprised that I could even get hard, but the fucker between my legs was standing at attention. When I saw she’d been watching me cut wood, staring at me like she was picturing me naked, all I could think about was bending her over the deck railing and fucking the hell out of her.
And I planned on doing just that.
Pleasantries and me being a gentleman could happen when I’d sated both of our needs. And I knew she wanted my dick all up in her, because the look she gave me screamed ‘fuck me now’.”
I wanted my hands on her bare ass, wanted my cock buried deep in her pussy, and I was going after that right now.
I was on the deck in seconds flat, stopped right in front of her, and growled low at how good she looked in my clothes. But I need them off her now.
“You look positively wild,” she breathed out.
That’s exactly how I felt when I looked at her.
“Strip for me,” I ordered.
She shivered visibly, but obeyed right away. I made a low sound in my throat at how much that pleased me. I wasn’t going to last long, but right now wasn’t about stamina, but about both of us getting off.
She had the shirt and sweats off in seconds, and for long moments I looked my fucking fill of her. Her tits were big, her nipples a dusky rose color. Her long red hair hung in waves over her shoulders, and her trimmed pussy hair, which was the same shade as the strands on her head, had my cock jerking.
“Red is my fucking favorite color.”
She gasped, but didn’t answer. I knew I’d told her that already, but I didn’t care if I had. I wanted her to know again.
I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper down, and grabbed my cock. I gave the fucker a few strokes, pre-cum coming out of the slit, and my whole body tensed, that’s how ready I was for her. She watched me jerk off.
“You like this?” I asked and held my dick in my hand, pointing the length right at her.
She nodded.
“Turn around,” I ordered, and when she was in position, I stepped up behind her. Grabbing her right ass cheek, I shook the flesh. I brought my hand down on the mound, hearing flesh hitting flesh, and growling out. I swatted her ass again, and on the third time, I watched as her flesh turned pink.
Vivian looked over her shoulder at me. “Are you going to fuck me, or what?”
She wanted me to fuck her? Oh, I’d fuck her raw.
I placed my hand on her lower back and slid it up her spine. Once I reached the center, I pushed her forward. She was bent over the banister now, her tits hanging freely over the wood, and her legs spread wide. I leaned back enough to look at her pussy on display for me; I couldn’t wait to give her exactly what she wanted.
I grabbed my cock, placed it at her entrance, and in one big thrust, I buried all of it in her cunt. We both groaned; I closed my eyes and gripped her hips. My dick throbbed in her, and the feel of her inner muscles clenching around my shaft had me nearly filling her up right then and there.
She gripped the banister and moaned.
Yeah, I’d give it to her all right; give it to her until she screamed my name over and over again. She’d go back to the city and think about me every time she wanted some cock.
The very thought of her leaving, of another man touching her, had me so fucking pissed I saw red.
She was mine. Her pussy, tits, ass … every part of her was mine.
“You’re mine,” I found myself saying before I could stop the words from spilling out. Hell, we’d known each other less than a full day, and here I was getting all possessive and shit. But I wouldn’t take it back, and after our time together was done, she’d know what it meant to be owned.
I started pounding in and out of her, faster and harder, trying to get as deep as I could.
“Jake,” she moaned.
Yeah, I fucking loved hearing her say my name when I had my cock deep in her body. Her ass shook from how forceful my thrusts were, but we were both moaning, and I knew she loved it.
“God, yes,” she cried out and threw her head back. I reached up and grabbed a chunk of her hair, keeping her throat arched as I thrust in and out of her. Fuck, the sounds she made had my balls drawing up tight. I didn’t want to come yet, not until she did, not until she knew she belonged to me. But, shit, I was so damn close already.
I was already sweaty from chopping wood, but more beads started to form on my face and chest as I worked my dick in and out of her.
“I’m coming,” she whispered, her mouth parted, her eyes closed.
Thank fuck, because I was having a hell of a time holding onto my control.
I pulled back, watched my cock sink in and out of her, saw the way her cunt cream glistened on my shaft, and everything went hazy. And when I felt her pussy muscles contract especially hard around my dick, I couldn’t stop myself from coming.
I buried myself all the way inside her, had my hand on the center of her back, keeping her in the position I wanted, and filled her body with my cum. I groaned out once more as the last of my jizz shot deep inside her. When I was milked dry, I pulled out and looked down at her pussy. Grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them wider, I saw my cum slide out of her.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I murmured and reached down to run the pad of my thumb over her tight little hole. I pushed the digit, now coated with my seed, into her body. “I belong in here,” I said, needing her to know that. Giving her ass one more swat, I put my dick back in my pants and helped her up. Her legs were shaky, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that made me feel proud as hell.
I wanted to tell her she didn’t have to go, that she could spend the next week here with me. But I wasn’t the type of guy to push something on someone. I knew she had a good time with me, but that didn’t mean she’d want to spend the remaining days of her vacation camped out in my bed with my dick between her thighs.
Although that idea was tempting enough for me to say fuck it all and demand she stay. Instead, I picked up the clothes on the floor and handed them back to her.
“How about I feed you, and than we can work on getting you back to your cabin?” Goddammit, I didn’t even want to think about her leaving. Vivian looked down at the ground, not saying anything, but finally nodding.
“Yeah, I should probably get back to my place, right?”
Was she asking me, or questioning what she wanted? I didn’t know, but I wasn’t going to make an ass out of myself and presume anything. I wanted her, but I wanted her to own it as much as I was.
I took a step forward and looked down at her. Her eyes were big, this light blue color, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss her senseless right now. Instead, I just said what I needed to in order for her to understand where I was coming from.
“The last day has been pretty fucking incredible.”
I heard her inhale, and then she nodded. “It has.” Her voice was soft, maybe like she was hesitant to say anything.
“I don’t know you all that well…” I had to smirk, because although I knew her pretty damn intimately, I was sure she knew what I meant. “And you don’t really know me, but I’d like to change that.” This was a long shot in seeing if she wanted anything more to do with me than what we�
�d shared, but I was willing to lay it out bare for her.
“You haven’t been with a woman in—”
“That has nothing to do with what I want from you, and how I want to get to know you better.” And it didn’t, I knew that, felt it in my bones. “Before I moved up here I had a girlfriend, thought I was in love even. I did the city thing, the crowded streets and population. I was stuck and didn’t see my life going forward the way I wanted it to.” Why I was opening myself up to this woman I hardly knew was beyond me, but I wasn’t going to let her go without explaining it. She made me feel good, and I wanted to hold onto that. “After the betrayal, I left her and everything else behind. I didn’t want any of that shit anymore, even if I’d never seen them again, I just wanted to leave.”
“I…” she stopped talking and looked away.
Well, fuck. I scrubbed a hand over my beard and breathed out. I hadn’t been with a woman in so long, I must be doing something wrong.
“This is fast,” was her response after a few seconds.
“Yeah,” was all I said, because it was the truth. She didn’t say anything else as she put on her clothes, and the awkwardness seemed to jump in that small time. I’d been inside of her, for fuck sake, so why this silence was awkward was beyond me. “Come on, let me get some food into you.” I’d let this go, for now, because I had just dropped a lot in her lap all at once.
But I knew one thing; I couldn’t just let her go for good, even if she said this was a one-time deal. If she needed time, fine, I’d give her that. But I wouldn’t stay away forever.
I’d had a taste of her, and now I was fucking addicted.
She was mine.
9
Vivian
Ten days later
I stood by my window, stared down at the bustling city beneath me, and felt this oppression fill me. I’d been back home in the city for only a few days, and I felt like I was living in a coffin. After Jake had taken me back to my cabin, it had taken everything in me not to pull Jake into the cabin and spend the rest of my vacation tangled in the sheets with him. But I needed to think, and I had to get my shit in order.
