Real Man 16 - Coal Miner

by Jenika Snow

  I curled my fingers around her nape, letting her know she was mine without saying a word. I used my other hand to grip her ass, the mounds perfection.

  I slid my hands over her back, bringing her close to me, needing her pressed right up against me.

  Before I was too far-gone, I left her only long enough to grab a blanket out of my truck. I laid it out on the hood, making this as comfortable for her as I could. When I tightened my hold on her again, I didn’t wait to lift her up and set her on the hood. “Spread your legs for me, let me in.”

  She opened for me, and I stepped between them, feeling the heat coming from her pussy. I started grinding myself against her.

  “You want me between your legs, don’t you? You want me making you feel good.” I groaned against her neck when she tilted her head back to give me better access.

  “Yes. God, yes.”

  I wanted to make sure she was okay with this, that I wasn’t rushing her, pushing her. But she gripped my biceps and pulled me closer. I groaned, knowing she needed this.

  I needed this.

  “I want this. I want you, Jakob.”

  I ground myself right up against her. She scored my back with her nails, the feeling erotic, so fucking hot. “Yes, so damn good, baby.” I ran my tongue the rest of the way up her neck and to her mouth. Once I was kissing her again, I moved my hands between us and started undoing the button of her jeans and sliding down the zipper. I wanted her on a bed, naked, spread for me, eager for everything I would give her.

  “We should stop. I should take you to a room, make love to you on a bed. You deserve that.”

  She was shaking her head before I even finished. “I want you here and now. Want this like I need to breathe.”

  Poppy was just as ready for this as I was. “Help me get these fucking things off,” I ground out, my voice like sandpaper. Once I had her pants and panties off, I took a step back and looked at her. “Spread for me, baby.”

  She did so, bracing her legs on the grill of the truck, showing me how pink and wet she really was. I looked back up at her face. “I’m going to claim you so you know exactly who you belong to. There’s no going back after this.” I quickly unzipped and pushed my jeans down. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, so when I stepped back between her thighs, I groaned as I felt her slickness greet my hard dick. I was so fucking hard.

  I moved my hand between our bodies, slipped my fingers through her slit, and clenched my teeth at the wet heat I found waiting for me. She was so ready. I wanted to lick her, eat her out until she was coming on my mouth. Instead I gathered her cream on my fingers, lifted them, and sucked them until there was nothing left covering the digits.

  “Jakob.” She said my name again.

  I kissed her then, spearing my tongue into her mouth so she could taste herself. “Tell me what you need, what you want.”

  “You,” she said instantly.

  That was my undoing. I reached between her legs again, touching her pussy, spearing my fingers through her soaked folds, teasing her clit. “That feel good, baby girl?”

  “Yes, God, yes, it feels so good.” Her eyes were shut, her mouth parted slightly. I slid my finger into her body, feeling her inner muscles clench around the digit, feeling how wet and hot she was deep inside. I pumped my finger in and out, staring at her face the whole time.

  I kissed her again, mouth fucking her as I pumped my finger in and out of her, the wet sounds of the digit being sucked by her pussy filling the air, making me hotter, stiffer. Because I didn’t have any self-control, I reached between our bodies and grabbed my dick. I was harder than granite.

  “Touch me,” I gritted out, and she listened instantly. When she reached between us and grabbed my cock, I hissed. Her hand was small compared to my huge dick.

  “You’re so big, so thick.”

  I grabbed her waist while she started stroking me, and pulled her closer. I had to clench my teeth as the pleasure washed through me. My skin tightened, and the blood rushed through my veins. “So fucking good, but I have to stop you.” I took a step back, her hand leaving my cock. I placed my hands on her legs, lifted them up so they were braced on the hood, and pushed her knees apart.

  My focus was trained on her parted pussy lips, on her little swollen clit, her pinkness. Her tight little hole was right there for me, ready for my big dick.

  Dropping onto my haunches, I had my fingers so close to her pussy that I felt the heat from her body spear right into my flesh. God, she was so fucking pink and smelled incredible. I moved the digits farther inward until my thumbs brushed against her pussy lips. “So damn perfect.” I looked up at her and saw she was watching me. “You want me to eat you out, make you come with my mouth?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, panting.

  I latched my mouth onto her, closed my eyes, and grunted at the taste of Poppy. Her flavor was sweet and musky but so fucking addictive. I could have eaten her out all day long.

  I devoured her until she came against my lips, until Poppy was pushing her pussy against my face, seeking out the pleasure I could give her. There would be no other man that had her like this, that tasted her, savored her. She was mine.

  I dragged my tongue over her, up and down, all around. I groaned at the scent of her, at the way she tasted, the way she clenched her hands in my hair. I dipped my tongue inside just enough to show her what was to come. Had she ever let anyone near her this way, licking and sucking her? The very thought of another man knowing her flavor infuriated me, made the possessive side of me rise up.

  I needed to be inside of her.

  When I gave her one last lick, I forced myself to move away. I stood and grabbed my cock, jerked off a few times, working my desire up to a frenzied level. Like I fucking needed that anyway. I was prolonging this, trying to make this last…trying to make every second with Poppy last.

  But I wanted my cum in her, wanted it filling her, marking her. “I’m clean, baby girl. I need to be raw in you, need to feel your bare pussy clenching around my dick.”

  “Be with me,” she said on a moan.

  “You ready for this, for being mine, Poppy?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  I placed the tip of my dick right at her pussy hole, wanting to just shove deep into her. While staring into her eyes, I held on to her waist. “You ready for more, baby?”

  She nodded. In one quick move I sank into her tight pussy.

  “God, Jakob.” The way she said my name, all breathy, had this harsh groan spilling from me, this wild animal escaping. I reared my hips back and slammed into her hard, her body sliding up the hood of the truck for a second before I pulled her back down.

  Harder and faster.

  Sweat started to trickle down my back. “Fuck, God yes, baby.” I rocked in and out of her, the feeing of her pussy so wet, so fucking tight.

  She’s all mine, and fuck anyone who tries to stop me from having Poppy as mine.

  “God, yes, baby. That’s it.” I stared into her eyes. “That’s so it. I want you to squeeze that pussy around my cock, make me come.” I tried to breathe, but being buried deep in Poppy felt too damn good.

  She was making these mewling noises for me, these little cries of pleasure, of wanting more. I dug my fingers into her waist. Her ass was barely hanging off the hood of the truck, her hands holding on to me tight. I wouldn’t let her go. I’d never let her go.

  “Is it good for you?”

  She nodded, her mouth parted, her eyes big, her pupils dilated. I was a dirty fucking bastard for what I wanted to do to her. I leaned back so I could watch myself move in and out of her pussy, watch as she sucked at my cock. A groan ripped from me at the sight. Her pussy lips surrounded me, stretched wide, so pink and slightly swollen from what I was doing to her.

  “Jakob,” she moaned, her voice hoarse, her pleasure obvious.

  I looked at her face. “You’re fucking perfect everywhere.”

  She gasped.

  I reached between us and started rubbi
ng her clit. “Come for me.”

  She started breathing harder, faster. And then I saw her pleasure wash across her face as she went over the edge. She closed her eyes and let go, just like I said, just like I wanted.

  I needed her so unhinged she couldn’t even see straight.

  “I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll still feel me tomorrow when you sit down.” I growled when I said the words, the images in my head dirty, possessive. “Now come for me again, just once more, baby girl.”

  She tossed her head back and did just that, obeying me so fucking nicely.

  I couldn’t hold back, even if I wanted to hold out, to make this last. I groaned and slammed my dick into her sweet, tight body once, twice, and on the third time I forced myself to pull out. I grabbed my cock, stared at her pussy, and pumped my palm over my dick.

  “Keep those legs spread for me, let me stare at you as I jerk off.” I stared at her pink flesh, her pussy so damn wet, her clit so fucking engorged. “I’m going to come all over your pretty pink pussy. I’m going to make your pussy slick, sticky from my seed, covered in my cum.” And then I did. I groaned out as I came. I watched as I covered her pretty pussy with my cum, the thick white fluid covering her lips, making me harder. “God, so fucking hot.”

  My body shook, my muscles tense. I released a breath and reached out, smoothing my finger over her folds, smearing my seed along her pretty cunt. “I love having my cum on you, like I’ve marked you as mine.” I pushed a finger into her pussy, and her hole clenched around the digit. I grunted in pleasure, knowing I’d never get enough. “Tell me what I want to hear, what you want to say to me.”

  “I’m yours.”

  Yeah, she fucking was. Always.

  When I pulled my finger out of her pussy, I licked the digit clean. She tasted like fucking ambrosia. I wrapped my arm around her, making sure she was as close to me as possible.

  “This is real,” she whispered softly, and I shifted so I could look her in the face.

  “Yeah, this is as real as it fucking gets, baby.”

  And it was.

  I wasn’t letting her go, not ever.

  6

  Poppy

  One month later

  I sat at the picnic table and stared at Kevin and Jakob. They were both over by the grill, beers in their hands, their focus on the steaks they cooked. It was weird to think that it had only been a month since I’d first gone out with Jakob, since I’d first given myself to him fully.

  It had only been four weeks since I let my emotions for him come to the surface. Things had changed drastically after that night at the lake, after he'd been deep inside of me, after I’d finally let myself feel.

  He was a hard worker, just like my brother. Every day he worked in those mines, coming out filthy, exhausted, but always searching me out. And I didn't care that he had grime all over him as he pulled me in and held me close. I didn't care who saw as he caressed the back of my head and leaned down to capture my mouth with his.

  I wanted all the public display of affection I could get from Jakob.

  And now here we were, a month later, our relationship out in the open, my love for him stronger than it had ever been before.

  “He's a really good guy,” Sarah, Kevin's girlfriend, said beside me. I turned and looked at her and smiled, nodding.

  “He really is.”

  It had only taken four weeks for me to realize that what I felt for Jacob wasn’t this passing feeling, wasn't this intense attraction to be with him. He was a good man, not just deep down but all around. We were taking time to really get to know each other, to understand how the other worked. I knew we had a lot more to get to know, a lot more things to discuss. But we had all the time in the world.

  He loved me and I loved him, and there was nothing else in this world that I wanted more than to be with Jakob, my coal miner.

  Jakob

  POPPY WALKED BY ME, and I grabbed her around the waist. I pulled her onto my lap and brought my arms around her. I loved the way she felt on me, the way she smelled. Her scent was this vanilla and sugar aroma, one that made me want her in my bed, under me, screaming out for more as much as it made me fall harder for her.

  I kissed the side of her neck at the same time I heard Kevin and his girlfriend talking softly. Although they'd been together a year, and Poppy and I only a month, I really felt that we were closer, that we had this connection no one else had. I didn't even want to say it was the honeymoon phase, because it wasn't.

  This was how you felt when you loved someone unconditionally.

  This wasn't about being physical, or a passing phase. This was what it felt like to know you had something truly good and special in your life.

  “You're it for me,” I said against the shell of her ear and felt her lean back against me. I tightened my hold on her, closing my eyes and knowing that even if I seemed soft or not as “manly” because of the way I acted toward her, the way I showed my emotions, none of that made any difference.

  When it came to loving Poppy, this was who I really was.

  Masculine, possessive, a man who worked in the mines… At the end of the day it didn't matter.

  Only this woman sitting on my lap mattered, and I wasn't about to fuck that up.

  “I love you,” I said, admitting how I felt verbally. She twisted in my lap and looked at me, the smile on her face clear. I cupped her cheek and leaned in to kiss her soundly on the lips. “I love you more than you’ll ever know.” Call it insta-love, call it whatever the fuck you wanted. I loved this woman and it was real.

  “I love you too.” She kissed me back, and in that moment, in that second, all was absolutely perfect in the world.

  EPILOGUE

  Jakob

  Two years later

  I felt like I’d been waiting for this moment for my entire life. When I looked at Poppy, I knew that she was it for me, that she was the one I would spend the rest of my life with. If I’d had my way, I would have married her well before now, would have put a ring on her finger so every fucking man knew she was mine.

  But the truth was, I would have still waited forever to be with her, to finally see her walk down the aisle as my soon-to-be wife. But I’d given her time to finish her school, decide what she wanted to do. I wasn’t going anywhere.

  But it was that time now, that moment Poppy would truly be mine…my wife, my forever. The music started playing, and I felt my heart race. The ceremony was small, intimate. Wanted it that way, liked it like that.

  And when I saw her standing there at the end of the aisle, everything and everyone faded away. I focused on the aisle, on the light framing her, making her seem ethereal.

  Her brother was at her side, the one who would give her away. They started walking closer, and I didn’t hold in my smile. Seeing her coming toward me, about to be my wife, had the possessive side of me rising up.

  And then she was given to me by Kevin. I wanted to kiss her in front of everyone before we even said our vows, showing her that she was mine.

  Once we said our vows, I pulled her in and kissed her over and over again, passionate, deep kisses that had the guests clapping and laughing. I pulled back and stared into her eyes.

  “Now you’re officially mine,” I whispered.

  “And you’re officially mine,” she said softly, smiling.

  And now that she was my wife, I’d make damn sure she was always smiling, always happy. She’d know that no matter what, no matter how dirty I was when I came home, she was my queen.

  “Now we just need to work on making that family,” I whispered against her mouth, felt her grin, and knew that nothing would stand in my way when it came to Poppy.

  The End

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  The sun beat down on me, beads of sweat and dirt covering me from the manual labor I'd been doing all day. I brought the ax down on the log, splintering it in two.

  The ax was one of the only tools that I had to work with. With everything from food and water to clothing and weapons being rationed and accounted for, I'd had to make do with things I constructed myself, or things my parents had hoarded from back in the day. I’d also made tools and weapons, and although they were almost barbaric in nature, they did the job. That's all I could ask for in this day and age.

  I picked up half of the log and set it on the chopping block. I brought the ax down on the piece, splintering that one in two as well. I did this over and over again, cutting firewood before finally picking up the pieces and stacking them on the side of the house.

  I'd been born in this cabin, raised in it and away from the corrupt, fucked-up outside world. I'd only been down the mountain a few times to get supplies with my father, but that had been enough.

  The fall of the economy had happened when my mother and father were children. Once adolescents, and my mother needing to escape the female roundup for the auctions, she met my father and they escaped together.