TIMBER: The Bad Boy's Baby (3 page)

S
omething has shifted
in the room when I look back up, and into Harper's eyes.

I can tell her mind is working in overdrive.

I don't want her to think at all.

We finish our food in silence. But she's mostly pushing the food around her plate and then looking at me, blushing, and then looking away.

“What the hell is going on, woman?” I ask her, hoping her answer will be what I want it to be.

She sighs, then drops her fork.

“It's just getting so hot in here,” she says, breathlessly. “I think you were right. Maybe I should take off some layers.”

“I thought you said you didn't have any layers,” I answer smugly.

“I was wrong. I have one layer under my sweater. I have on my bra.” She swallows, looks down at her chest, as if this is the dirtiest thought she's ever had in her whole damn life.

Fuck, maybe it is.

And maybe the things I want to do with her are the dirtiest things I've ever desired.

And that is saying one hell of a lot.

“Well, do what you need to do, honey,” I say, pushing away from the table, my legs kicked open, my thumbs hanging on the loops of my pants.

“Oh, I know what I need to do, Jaxon,” she says. She stands and walks to the fire. Her back is to me as she reaches for the hem of her sweater. She pulls it over her head in one fell swoop.

My hard cock is aching for her to turn around, to reveal herself to me.

I want to see her big beautiful breasts exposed.

Above the waist of her pants is bare skin and then the band of her bra. I want to snap it off her. Lick her from her nipples to her pussy and back again.

But first I want her to turn around.

“I've never done something like this before,” she whispers into the fire.

Harper is different from the women in my past. Sure, those women were strangers, just like Harper. Just like her, they were looking for something with a desperation, a need—a hunger for my cock to satiate them the way only a one night stand can offer.

But Harper is nothing like those women.

She isn't experienced, has never been filled the way I intend to fill her now.

I moved to the woods because I needed to get away from everyone. Once the Sherriff started screwing with our business, I knew there was no point in sticking around. I thought that taking my money and moving out here, to the woods, would be enough.

But I was wrong. Nothing will be enough unless I can have Harper.

Not forever—I don't do that bullshit. But one night? Yes. One night is something we both need.

I walk over to her at the fire, my cock aching with each step I take.

“I'm so nervous,” she admits, still not turning around. “I was going to save myself for marriage. But maybe….”

“Maybe you were really just saving yourself for me,” I growl, placing a hand on her shoulder and spinning her to face me.

Her eyes are filled with desire, with longing. I can't wait to fill everything up. And I know I will. Just as I guessed, she's a virgin. And her tight pussy is gonna explode when I set her down on my thick wood.

She'll never be able to walk again without thinking of my cock inside of her.

Looking down I take in her perfect round breasts. I want to take off that bra so I can see her nipples, so I can run my hands over them, massage them, suck them as she sucks me.

“Are they okay?” she asks, looking down at her breasts. “I've never taken my shirt off for a man before.”

A smile dances over her lips.

“I did take off my top once with my fiancé,” she adds. “I was trying to see how far we could go before he made me stop … but he wasn't a man. He was nothing like you.”

“So he's the one who wanted to stop before?” I ask, surprised. “Not you?”

“Does that make me slutty?” she asks. The word on her lips shock me. Everything about her has been so sweet and sincere—a word like that sounds so crass.

I like it.

“Wanting to make love is not slutty. It's natural,” I tell her.

She bites her lip, her eyes dancing with the light of the fire. “I don't want to make love.”

“What do you want?” I ask, lifting my hands to her chest, palming her beautiful lace bra. I want to pull it off, reveal her fully, but I want to take it slow, too, since it's her first time.

“I want to be fucked,” she says.

I grin, unable to suppress it. This girl is making me insane.

She has been sheltered, but she wants to be set free.

I can unleash the collar around her neck, show her how to be wild.

It's what I’ve practiced my whole goddamned life.

I slide down the straps of her bra, using my fingers to unclasp the back. It falls to the floor, and her breasts tumble out.

“Fuck, your breasts are gorgeous.”

“Don't call them that,” she says, shaking her head adamantly. “I want you to call them tits. I want you to use the words I've never been allowed to say.”

“Your
tits
are fucking gorgeous, Harper,” I tell her truthfully. Because they are. They are the most gorgeous tits I've seen in my life.

“I'm glad you like them,” she says earnestly. “Now … show me your cock.”

I can't believe this is happening. It's the one thing I swore I would never, ever do before I was married.

The one thing I’ve imagined doing for so long.

And now I've taken off my bra … or, rather,
Jax
has taken off my bra.

I never even got this far with my fiancé.

But Jax is nothing like him.

Thank you, God.

And now I lick my lips in anticipation. I have never seen a cock in my life. Not even a picture, not in a movie—because of course porn was beyond off-limits in my parents’ house.

But I have imagined them.

I heard them described by those girls I went to camp with when I was a teenager. But since I finished my homeschool education and graduated, I’ve never spent enough time away from the house to be exposed to anything forbidden.

I helped my mom with my younger siblings, all nine of them. I never moved out because I was waiting to be the wife, the helpmate to Luke.

Before he abandoned me.

And the thing is, I wanted the life I was supposed to have with him. Simple, domestic. I still want to have babies, be a mother, homeschool my kids, and make dinner for my husband. I just don't know when I will ever trust the men in our congregation again.

What if the other men who want to court me are like Luke? What if they end up being liars?

I can't think of that, because that is the future. And when I decided to take this one night as something for myself, I said I wouldn't think of the past or the future.

Just the now.

Keep Calm and Carry On.

“You are gonna love it,” Jax says, unbuttoning his pants, not at all insecure. Not like me.

I'm so scared I'm going to do it all wrong, have bad sex and not give him what he needs. Because I know that's what sex is about—giving a man the thing they desire. At least that's all I've ever been taught in regards to my wedding night.

“I've never seen one before,” I admit in a whisper.

“Well, honey, this is gonna be a fucking treat.” He drops his pants, pulls at the band of his boxer briefs, and reveals his cock, in all of its naked glory.

I gasp, not able to contain myself.

“That is so pretty,” I tell him, my eyes growing wide as I take it in. His cock is a hard rod, easily ten inches. The thickness is more than I imagined. I thought I'd be able to put my hand around it easily, but this is much bigger than that … bigger than….

Oh my gosh, how could that fit inside me?

“Pretty?” Jax laughs. “My cock has been called many things, but pretty is not one of them.”

“But it is, Jax,” I say, reverently, dropping to my knees, wanting to get a better look. The color is a warm red, veiny and translucent in a way that gets my pussy wet. I’ve never imagined having such an irresistible desire to put my mouth on something.

But I do. I want that cock in my mouth, I want to feel it hit the back of my throat. I want to gag on his size.

I don't even know where these thoughts are coming from, but I am overcome by them.

“Can I touch it?” I ask, apprehensively.

“Oh, honey, you can do anything to it you like.”

“Um,” I say, looking up at him. “I won't hurt it, will I, by touching it? It looks like it's about to burst.”

“That's because you are the most fucking gorgeous woman who's ever laid eyes on it, Harper. That's because all I want to do is put my hard wood in your pussy.”

I feel myself tremble at his words; they are the only words I've ever longed to hear. He wants me. Wants me hard and good. He wants me, and he is ready.

I take his length in my hands, slowly rubbing up and down, and he groans as I touch him.

“Oh, honey, that feels so good.”

“Have you had a lot of woman touch you?” I ask, worry rising up in me again. I'm scared the other woman will have done it right and that I'll do this wrong.

“It doesn't matter. What matters is that you're touching me now.”

He puts my worries to rest, and so I pull my hand up and down on his massive hardness, and then I reach for his balls. Two delicious balls, and I can't help but press my face closer to his rod, I want to smell his cock, his balls, all of him. He smells woodsy and clean. Pine needles and a wood stove. He smells like the Earth.

He smells like a man.

He moans as I do this, which makes me think maybe I am doing it right. His soft skin is like butter and I can't help but run my tongue down the length of him.

I have a desire to touch myself, but I push the idea away, knowing it is a sin to think that way.

But this is all a sin, isn't it?

I can't help but wonder why a sin feels so good? My tongues licks his cock, and I open my mouth wider, wanting to put his length inside. His cock pushes my lips wider, and his hardness fills my mouth, just like I wanted.

“Oh, Harper, that feel so fucking good.”

I can't help but moan as I dip my head up and down, sucking on his rod. He thrusts into my mouth, and then puts his hands on my head, rocking into me nice and slow.

He groans and I fondle his balls with my hands.

“That's so nice,” he says.

I love the sensation of his warmth in my mouth. It makes me feel so amazing, special. My hands and my mouth are making him so happy. I want to pleasure him this way all night long.

Before I can think that through, I feel his seed in my mouth. He thrusts harder in my mouth as he comes. With a rush of pleasure, I realize I get to swallow his come.

I pull his thickness out of mouth, wanting to see the come spurt from his tip. I've never seen such a powerful thing. Ropes of come are released, and I lean in to lick it off, to swallow the salty goodness. The powerful seed. I don't want any of it to spill on the ground—I want it in me.

I want him in me.

The realization fills my core with desire. I want that massive rod to press between my legs and I want that come to shoot up inside my pussy.

“I need more. I need more of you. Can you do that again, stay this hard and come again?”

“Oh, girl, I can come all night long.”

“Then do that. Do that to me.”

I stand and unbutton my pants, slide them off. Any of the inhibition I still carried left the moment I tasted him.

I want more of that creamy sex.

“God, woman,” Jax says, grabbing my ass and pulling me toward him. I’m still in my panties, but I can already feel his hardness rubbing against me. It feels so nice.

I didn't think bodies could feel this way, and my pussy hasn't even been touched yet. Been touched ever.

Nothing has ever rubbed down there—not even me, because I knew it was wrong.

But now it’s all I want.

Now it’s so right.

S
he is a goddess
. No question about it.

She tugs off her pants, and I wrap my arms around her, wanting to feel her skin, her soft curves, her enormous round tits pushed against my bare chest.

She sucked me off like I was a god, like she had never seen or tasted something so perfect.

Watching her lick up my come as I got off got me hard once again, instantly. My cock never had a chance to get soft, because how could it when a woman this perfect was running her hands over the length of me, in complete awe?

She fondled my balls like they were golden orbs. Like they were precious stones—and, fuck, it's good she thinks this way. My cock
is
a fucking treasure.

“I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Harp,” I growl in her ear. “So hard you won't even remember what being a virgin felt like.”

“Good,” she says, already panting. “Why would I want to remember anything besides this?”

I lift her by her ass and carry her to the bearskin rug by the fire.

I place her gently on the soft fur, and then hungrily take in her perfect body. Cascades of blonde hair tumble around her, her tits rise and fall with each bated breath she takes. Her tummy is smooth and soft, the indentation of her belly button perfect.

Everything about her is so pure, even those little white panties she wears.

I'm on my knees before her, my bulging cock in her line of sight, just the way I know she wants it. Her knees are pressed together, because she has no fucking clue what is in store for her.

I tug on her panties, pulling them off, over her knees, past her feet. I throw them aside.

She bites her lip.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, not wanting to defile her virginity if she has changed her mind. I watch as her eyes look back down at my hardness, my solid wood that is sticking straight out toward her.

“You can't stop. Please. I want this so badly it hurts. Literally hurts, Jaxon. Like, my pussy aches. Is that normal?”

“Oh, honey, it's normal for women once they've seen my cock. This gift is not something every man can offer. It's what only I can give. And you are gonna fucking love this release.”

“Then don't make me wait. Take me out of this agony.”

I smile at her, unable to contain my motherfucking grin.

I push open her legs, wanting to reveal her pussy. I want to see what I'm gonna be working with all night.

“Oh, fuck,” I say, biting my lip.

“What? Is something wrong with it? No one's ever seen it … or touched it.”

“Not even you?” I ask looking at her nice, tight mound. “You’ve never touched yourself?”

“No, I was taught that it was a sin.”

“Well, honey, tonight you aren't going to hell. You’re going straight to heaven.”

Her pussy is perfect, neatly trimmed and with folds begging to be parted. Her lips are pink and rosy, the downy hair so soft and fine.

She arches her back as I keep her knees apart, the vulnerability setting in, but I can tell she has pushed away any fear or hesitation. She wants this bad.

I use my hands to push open her folds. I see her tight little pussy so wet and lush, like a blossoming flower full of nectar.

I need to taste her. I lean down to her opening and let my tongue glide over her. Up and down her wet pussy, teasing her. I flick over her opening, knowing that her clit is going to be a motherfucking treat.

She tastes so sweet, her wetness dripping out as I move my tongue up and down, driving her crazy. My thick tongue fondles her tight slit as I lick her opening, and she moans in pleasure.

She’s loving this, and I plunge my tongue in her deeper, sucking her clit, licking her lips until she is panting.

She starts to quiver and I lift my eyes, staring straight at her.

She screeches in shock, writhing her hips back.

“Oh, gosh, Jax, this is too much. Something's wrong.” She grabs hold of my head and I see the sudden and unexpected fear in her eyes.

“Honey, nothing is wrong,” I say, not having any clue what she doesn’t like about this. I know how to work a motherfucking pussy.

“But it feels like my insides are going to explode.”

“That's called an orgasm. And, honey, that's just the tip of my tongue. Just wait until my cock fills you up.”

“That's an orgasm? I didn't think women had those?”

I try not to laugh at her innocence, at the sheltered way she's grown up. How could I laugh at the woman parting her perfect pussy open wide for me?

“Orgasms are for everybody, Harper. And they are just as nice to give as to receive.”

“Just do it then,” she moans, her back arching in desire, as if heat is crawling all over her skin. “I can't wait any longer, Jaxon. I need the release … the orgasm now.”

I wanted to take it slow, press my hands in her wetness, tongue her nice and good until she squirted her come all over my beard.

But I won't keep this poor thing in agony any longer. She's like a feral cat in heat.

I'll fuck her until she can relax.

Then I will lick her pussy clean.

His cock enters me.

It's such a tight squeeze, such an intense pressure as he widens my untouched opening.

I close my eyes, breathing deeply, trying to get past the pain as his enormous length fills me in a way I've never really understood.

“My God,” I say, shocked at the way the blasphemous word escape my lips so easily.

“Oh, honey,” Jax whispers as he leans over me, his tattooed chest hovering above me, his inked arms cradling me.

It hurts at first as he presses himself in.

But then it's as if I've died and gone to heaven.

I've had a lot of pussy in my life.

But nothing like Harper. I don't want to hurt her. She's so tight and narrow. I ease myself in as gently as I can, my hungry cock loving how tight she is.

But her eyes have sealed shut, as if she's wincing at the pain, and I feel horrible. Like a complete ass.

Then, she opens her baby blues, completely washed in ecstasy, and any feelings of remorse evaporate.

She looks so goddamned happy.

“Jaxon, this is everything.” She smiles, shaking her head, biting her lip—a thousand emotions overcoming her at once.

“Yeah, it fucking is,” I tell her as I press my hips against her milky flesh.

“I didn't think—”

“Don't think,” I say. “Right now, just enjoy.”

My cock fills her warm pussy and I know I've never had such sweet honey wrapped around me in my fucking life. Her walls press so tight against my rod.

“You like that, Harp?” I ask, running my hand over her breast, pulling her puckered nipple into my mouth. Sucking on her as she moans in pleasure.

I realize I haven't kissed her mouth. It's a shock actually—I'd have thought a girl as pure as her would want to make out first, but not Harper.

She went straight for my hard wood and hasn't let it get far from her sight since. Now I press my trunk in her opening, as wetness seeps out of her folds. I don't even need to touch this girl’s clit to get her off, because as I grind against her, she is coming undone.

“Jaxon, it's making me crazy, it's making me—” She stops midsentence, but I don’t.

I fuck her good, moving harder, faster, thrusting into her with the force that she needs. She was begging for a release and I am going to fucking give it to her.

She moans, she just fucking lets out the most adorable, high-pitched wail as she grabs hold of my back, staring at me headlong.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” she cries as an orgasm erupts through her. Her body shakes, she tries to catch her breath.

I see a tear escape her gorgeous icicle eyes, but there is nothing sharp about Harper. Nothing cold. She is a pool of water and I want to swim in her again. And again. And again.

“Don't thank me,” I tell her, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She doesn't answer with words; she just takes hold of my face and presses her lips to mine.

Her soft tongue tenderly explores my mouth. I can't help but grab her ass and the base of her neck, and roll her over so she is straddling me. I cradle her in my arms, loving how small and delicate her frame is, unclothed, unburdened. She fits perfectly.

I devour her mouth, inhaling her skin that smells of flowers and milk. Skin that tastes like honey. She kisses me hard and with passion, wrapping her legs around me. We kiss until our lips our swollen, our mouths numb.

I thought the fuck we just shared was memorable—but this kiss is everything.