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Authors: Jenika Snow

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“You might have been with men that like you to be in control,” he said and spanked my ass especially hard. “But here, with me, I’m the one in control.” He pulled out so just the tip was lodged in me. “With me, Vivian, I’m the man, and you’re the woman.”

The way he said that had me feeling like he’d show me exactly how manly he could be.

“When you’re with me, I’m the one that does the fucking, baby, not the other way around.”

All I could do was nod in agreement and understanding.

Jake started fucking me then. Pulling out and shoving all this thick inches back into me. My inner muscles clenched around his length, and he grunted, picking up his speed and intensity.

“I want this to last, but you feel too good,” he groaned the words out.

I rested my forehead on the back of the couch, just holding on as he fucked the hell out of me. He certainly showed me what it was like to be with a real man.

He let go of my waist and spread my ass cheeks so wide I knew he was watching his cock move in and out of me.

“Fucking hell, baby.” He picked up speed and slammed harder into me. “Your cunt is so fucking tight and wet.” He groaned. “You’re so damn hot.” He thrust into me again and again until I couldn’t see straight.

“I’m going to come.” I didn’t want this to end, but I also wanted to just let go.

“Not yet,” he said and leaned forward to run his tongue up the length of my spine. “Even your sweat is so damn sweet.” He worked his dick inside of me in deep, long strokes, and I curled my hands into the couch until I felt pain take root in my knuckles.

Droplets of Jake’s sweat landed on my back, and I arched up. Maybe it was animalistic of me, but I wanted his perspiration covering me, marking me.

He continued to thrust into me, and I forced myself to hold off on coming because of his command, but I was doing shitty job of it. I bit my lip, tasting blood, and realized I’d broken the skin. He pumped three more times into me before stilling, his balls pressed against my pussy.

“You want to come?”

I nodded, not able to form a coherent word.

He pulled out so the tip was at my entrance again. “Then come all over my cock. Soak me in it.” And he thrust back in so powerfully I did come for him.

Lights flashed in front of my eyes, my head felt fuzzy, and it was as if the world swallowed me whole. The pleasure was like nothing I’d ever felt before, and the fact Jake kept fucking me only made it that much better. Right before the high left me, Jake pulled out and turned me around. He had me in his arms a second later. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his wet cock tease my folds, my eyes pleading for more.

Jake reached between us, placed his cock back at my entrance, and shoved into me hard. I cried out and closed my eyes. I was holding onto him with my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. But he was so strong. I knew
he
was the one doing all the holding.

He started moving toward the bed, his cock still in me, his mouth now at my neck. He ran his teeth up and down the side of my throat, and I exhaled. That one orgasm hadn’t done anything to dim the arousal in me.

“I hope you’ve got the stamina to keep going, baby, because I’m not done with you yet.”

He pulled out of me. And before I knew what was happening, or could demand he continue fucking me, Jake all but threw me onto the center of his bed. The scent of him washed over me. It was concentrated, wild, and woodsy. Before I could even prepare myself for what he was about to do, Jake was on top of me, his big body pressing me into the mattress. He gripped my thighs, pulled them open, and had his dick back in me all in a matter of seconds.

I opened my mouth on a silent cry at the feeling of being so filled and stretched. My pussy was tender, but it was the kind of discomfort that turned me on.

He was breathing hard now, his massive chest rising and falling. “I am going to tear you up, Vivian, devour every fucking inch of you.” He certainly had showed me exactly what he was made of. He started thrusting into me shallowly. “Tomorrow, you will still feel my big dick in your pussy and will remember everything I have done to you.”

“Yes,” I found myself whispering.


Christ
.”

His voice was so rough it was like sandpaper moving all over my body. The corded muscles and tendons that were laced and bulging under his skin made me feel so feminine. The thick crest of his cock pressed against my pussy hole again, and he paused for a second. Maybe he wanted to torment me, or maybe he was grappling with his own control. And then he started fucking me with frenzied movements.

My body slid up the bed, my head hitting the headboard. I gasped at how forceful his thrusts were, but I dug my nails into his flesh, wanting more.

“Look at me.” Jake’s voice was deep and commanding. It was like everything around me faded until there was only this one moment in time. He was braced above me, his arms locked, his muscles straining. “I want you to watch while I slam my cock into your tight little cunt.” He looked at my mouth. “I want you to watch as I make you mine.”

I knew it was the ‘heat of the moment’ kind of thing; it’s why he’d said all these possessive things, but hell, I wanted to hear more.

There had never been a time when I had felt this kind of chemistry or arousal. I’d never wanted someone as much as I wanted Jake. I didn’t know if that should frighten or excite me. I lifted up and braced myself on my elbows, my focus down the length of my body. I’d never watched a man fuck me. I just let it happen and hoped I got off.

But with Jake the entire experience was so different ... so fucking incredible.

He slowly pulled out of me, and I watched his cock become visible, my cream coating the thickness. Jake pushed it back into me, and it took all my strength to hold myself up and watch.

“Isn’t it so fucking hot, baby?”

I could only nod.

Arms shaking and breath leaving me in uneven gasps, I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. I didn’t want to, even if Jake hadn’t told me I could come.

Chapter Seven

Jake

I
should have gotten a fucking medal for how much self-control I was showing with Vivian.

I watched my dick slide in and out of her tight cunt. Her flesh was pink, wet, and swollen; it gripped me like an iron-fist. I’d never felt anything so good, never needed to fuck a woman this badly.

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.

Chapter Eight

Vivian

T
he 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.

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