Ethan does the dishes as I drift over toward his record collection.

He’s a complicated man. Not just because of his dark past, but just based on the things he likes. He’s the kind of man that’s rough and rugged, and yet has a record collection with lots of jazz thrown in there.

I thumb though the records but I don’t really recognize anything, until something catches my eyes. It’s mainly a white jacket with a red photograph of what looks like cracking paint. Maybe they’re rose petals, but I’m not sure. It’s called Jazz Samba by Stan Getz and Charlie Byrd.

I hold it up, frowning at the back. I swear I recognize the name Charlie Byrd, but I’ve never heard of this album. I know what samba music is, though. It’s Brazilian music, stuff you can dance to.

I pull the record from the sleeve and I put it on the turntable. I put the needle down and it crackles a little bit before moving into a quiet bass intro. What I think is a saxophone comes in, along with the shifting, shaking percussion that’s so familiar to me.

Ethan looks over at me, a little smile on his face. I smile back and step out into the living room, doing a little cha-cha dance, moving my hips real smooth. He watches me as I dance, mostly joking, but actually enjoying the music. There’s a nice little guitar solo, but mostly I’m enjoying the smooth rhythm. I think this style is called Bossa Nova, but I’m not really sure, and I don’t bother to ask him. Ethan just watches, washing the dishes, as I move over toward the fire.

That sax comes back and I smile and laugh as I put another log onto the fire. Ethan finishes cleaning and starts to dry his hands.

“Why’d you stop?” he asks me.

I shrug a little. “I’m just goofing around.”

“You looked good.”

“Oh, yeah?” I raise my eyebrow, a little smile on my lips. “Come here and show me what you got.”

“I don’t think you can handle my skills,” he says.

“For some reason, I don’t believe you.”

“What, just because I live in the mountains, you think I don’t have any soul?”

“Prove it to me, big man.”

He laughs and tosses down the dish rag. He walks over to me as the track changes over. This song’s a little more upbeat, sax zipping around over that Latin beat. He takes my hips and we start dancing, and I’m actually surprised by how smooth he moves.

“You made a good choice,” he says softly in my ear. “This is the record that introduced America to this sound.”

“Oh, I know, I have great taste.”

He grins, spinning me close and pulling me tight. “Of course you do.”

“I didn’t picture you as the kind of guy to have a big jazz collection.”

“Why? Because I’m some big dumb lumberjack?”

“Pretty much.”

He smirks at me, dancing close, our bodies moving in tandem. “That’s not what jazz is about.”

“I thought it was for nerdy guys.”

“Maybe, but it’s also about passion and excitement. There’s a reason people didn’t like jazz when it first came around. They thought it was corrupting the youth.”

“Was it?” I ask softly.

His hands move down to cup my ass and pull me closer against him, a smirk on his face. “Yes,” he says softly.

I groan a little as we keep dancing, his knee between my legs, and I’m practically grinding along him. I feel a buzzing in my core, that same intense passionate buzzing that I’ve been having for days now, ever since he first touched me. I can’t stop thinking about how he feels between my legs, and I need him so badly it almost hurts.

And so I do something stupid. I know it’s stupid, and a total waste, but I’m dripping wet and I can’t take it anymore.

I pull him down closer as the song ends, his hair in my hands, my lips near his ear. “I dare you to fuck me,” I whisper.

He pulls back just enough to look at me, a fire in his eyes. He remembers the first night we met, I can see it in his expression. I shouldn’t have done this so awkwardly and so abruptly, but his lips slowly curl into a smile.

And then that feeling goes away as he kisses me hard.

The fire’s raging, and that Latin music keeps coming as he kisses me full and deep. We’re not dancing anymore, and we both know it, as he unzips the hoodie I’m wearing. I have nothing on underneath it, and my nipples are already hard with excitement. He cups my breasts and kisses me tight, and I can feel his cock against me getting hard.

I push him over toward the couch. I unbutton his flannel shirt and pull it off his muscular arms. I pull off his undershirt and kiss his chest as he runs his hands through my hair, down my chest, toward my hips. He cups my ass and slaps it, smirking and turning, pushing me down onto the couch.

I look up at him as he drops to his knees in front of me. “Whatever you want,” he says softly, and unbuttons my jeans. He tugs them down over my ass, and I’m wearing nothing underneath them, either. In a second, I’m completely naked.

He spreads my legs wide and kisses my chest, teasing my clit with his fingers, sucking my nipples between his sculpted lips. I moan, hands in his hair, and he slowly kisses down my body. He stops, kissing my belly button, before descending down to my dripping pussy. He tongues my clit, sucking and licking me, lapping me up, tasting me and making me moan loudly.

He spreads my legs wider and presses his fingers deep inside of me. I gasp as he sucks my clit and fucks my pussy with his fingers. It feels so fucking good, almost indescribable. He pushing me toward the edge, sucking and lapping and fucking me, and I know I’m totally lost in this moment.

He pulls back and finds my lips, kissing me deep. He brings his fingers up, the ones that were in my pussy, and he slowly presses them into my mouth. I suck them eagerly, cleaning my juices off his skin as he groans softly.

He steps back from me and takes off his jeans. I sit forward eagerly as he pulls down his boxer briefs, and I take his cock in my hand as soon as I can. I push him between my lips and he groans as I suck him fast, tasting his skin, sucking hard down on his tip.

He presses himself deeper down into my throat. I let him fuck my mouth, let him use me like his dirty girl, and it drives me wild. I reach up to take his base with both hands, jerking him as I suck him deep, and his groans of pleasure keep me going, faster and faster, gagging but not caring, not stopping for a second.

He groans and pulls me back, kissing me deep, pulling my hair. I gasp as he pulls me down onto the rug, laying me onto my back but crossing one of my legs over the other, rolling me halfway onto my back.

He presses his cock against my pussy, teasing me, making me moan, before he plunges himself inside.

I gasp as his huge size fills me, pulling me apart. He thrusts slow, his hard muscles straining as he fills me. He leans forward, grabbing my hair, lips against mine, grinding himself deep.

I gasp into his kiss. He pulls away, his eyes on fire, passion brimming through him. “I knew this is what you’d use your dare on,” he says softly. “You’ve been begging me to fuck you for days now.”

“Bastard,” I groan. “I haven’t.”

“You have. The way you look at me, like you need cock more than anything. You’re a bad girl, aren’t you, Mia?”

“No,” I gasp, a little whine in my voice. “I just can’t help it.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I know you can’t.” He smirks and thrusts deep inside of me. “I want you to call me daddy,” he whispers in my ear.

“What?” I say.

“Call me Daddy.” He thrusts again. “You want me to fuck you, right?”

“Yes,” I groan, begging him, feeling it all over my skin.

“Then call me Daddy.”

“Please, Daddy,” I gasp, mostly a moan, pleasure ringing through my body, desire washing through me.

He gives me what I want. I knew he would. He fucks me hard, thrusting his huge cock inside of me, filling me up. He pulls my legs apart, spreading them wide, up on his shoulders. He grabs my hips and lifts me slightly into the air as he rocks into me, splitting me into pieces as pleasure washes over me.

He holds my hips tight as he works his big cock inside me. He fucks me deep and rough, my breasts rocking. I grab onto the rug, needing to grab onto something, the pleasure too intense, mingling slightly with the pain of his enormous size. He’s everything I wanted him to be and more, my big strong mountain man.

He pulls back out, teasing me, dropping down between my legs to suck and lick my pussy. I moan and grab his hair, and I can feel sweat starting to roll down my body as he laps at my clit, his tongue sliding inside of me.

He moves back and grabs my hair, rolling me over, putting me onto my stomach. He presses his cock inside of me, fucking me from behind, my ass exposed to him. I’m on my elbows and flat on my stomach as I look back at him. He slaps my round ass hard enough to leave a mark and I gasp, but he doesn’t relent. He fucks me deeper, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back.

He fucks me rough then, slamming into my tight little pussy, hair tight in his hand. I want more, so fucking badly. I move up onto my knees, ass still in the air for him to do whatever he wants with.

“You want more?” he asks me.

“Please, Daddy,” I say. “I want to feel it.”

He smirks and roughly presses himself deep into me, all the way to the brim. I gasp, tossing my head back. He grabs my hair.

“You can’t handle it all,” he says. “This tiny, tight little cunt will break all over my thick cock.”

“I want that, Daddy,” I say. “I really want that.”

He gives me a few rough strokes. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you, little Mia.”

“Fuck me,” I whisper. “I fucking dare you.”

That ignites him, lights a fire even deeper inside of me. He grabs my hips and rocks into me, just the way I want. I move back against him, slamming my ass against his hips as he plunges his cock into me over and over again, not holding back. He fucks me hard, and the pleasure and pain mingle again, giving me that intense, heady high that I crave so badly with him.

He pulls my hair, slaps my ass nice and hard, and I know I’m going to come. I can’t help myself, can’t hold back. I wish I could last all night, like he can, but he gives me exactly what I need to get there. He groans as he pulls my hair back, sensing my desire, his cock plunging in and out of my tight pussy.

I come hard for him then, the orgasm rocking through my body. “Come on Daddy’s big cock,” he whispers in my ear, and I gasp as he grinds himself tighter, deeper. His cock fucks me harder, unrelenting, as the orgasm tears through me.

It’s intense and my whole body feels like it’s tingling. He grunts his pleasure and I keep moving back against him, needing more and more of it. He groans and I push myself back, taking his cock deep into my pussy as he comes. I can feel him inside of me, warm and wet in my pussy, and he groans. I keep moving, taking every inch, getting every single drop inside of me.

And when we’re done, he pulls me onto the couch next to him, arms wrapped around me. The record is still spinning, but making just a thumping noise. I don’t remember when that side stopped, maybe hours ago, I can’t tell.

As he kisses me, I can’t help but think about the baby growing inside of me. I still haven’t told him, and I’m so afraid to do it now. It’s been too long. I’m afraid that any closeness we’ve managed to build up will be destroyed completely if I admit that I’ve been keeping this from him.

And so I fall asleep in his arms, worrying about the future, but so content in the moment.