I rake my fingers down her back until they reach the curve of her ass. I dig my digits under her perfect bubble butt and grab her flesh hard, like I’m claiming it. The bruise my desperation is sure to leave on her skin will be my mark.

I grind my throbbing cock against the heat of her pussy and possess her mouth with my tongue. My senses are all firing at once, except common sense. That guy made a run for the snow.

“I want you so bad,” Ashley whispers against my lips. My heart pounds in my chest like a woodpecker drilling a hole in a tree. It’s been too long since I’ve had a woman. She doesn’t know the beast she’s trying to unleash on her body. She doesn’t understand the rabid need coursing through my veins.

“This is a bad idea,” I warn her, my voice raw and hoarse.

“Maybe that’s what I want,” she looks up at me with her wide, blue eyes. The innocence I see flickering over them tells me she has no idea what she wants. I’m not under some old-fashioned illusion that she’s inexperienced. Fuck, she was running away from her fiancé, wasn’t she? I know full well she’s had other men. But I can guarantee that no man has possessed her, has owned every inch of her creamy skin, has destroyed her like I’m going to.

“You’re confused and lost. You don’t have any idea what you want,” her hips shiver against mine as I rub my cock over her heat. Her mind might not be certain about what she wants, but her body is.

She pants in my ear and squeezes her eyes shut, like just rubbing myself against her is almost enough to make her cum. Proving my point that she’s not ready for what a feral man, after years of living off grid, is going to do to her.

That sweet, little pussy doesn’t stand a chance. After I fuck her, no cock will be good enough for her again. None but mine.

“I want you, Sawyer. Please, don’t make me beg.” She breathes the words and flutters her heavy eyelids open at me. The blue of her eyes has transformed from the serene sky on a spring morning to the wild, crashing waves of the ocean. I can see her need tossing about on those stormy seas. I can see the innocent girl disappear as she embraces her fate.

I bury my fingers in the long tendrils of her hair and yank her head over roughly. Ashley moans, she fucking moans like I just licked her pussy. I pull her earlobe inside my lips and flicker my tongue over the soft flesh then drag a wet trail over her smooth neck down to her collarbone, possessing her one inch at a time.

“If you want this, there’s no going back, Ashley. I will own every part of you. I’ll claim you as mine. You might walk out of these woods, you might never come back, but you’ll spend the rest of your life unhappy and unsatisfied with what you’ll find out there. Once I have you, I won’t just own your body, I will be in your mind, and I’ll never let go.” I warn her.

Ashley twists in my hand, pulling her hair even tighter against my fist and smiles. “Fuck me, Sawyer. I want to feel you,” she arches her back and pleads with me.

I untangle my hand from her hair and slide my fingers under the edge of her shirt. My shirt, but there’s no denying it looks better on her. I don’t bother with the buttons down the front, instead sliding it up over her arms, and discarding it on the floor. I know my beard must be rough against her skin, but my lips are soft and I kiss a path to her perfect tits, taking a rosy nipple into my mouth. I nip at her tender flesh before suckling it softly. Her nipple peaks in my mouth and she lifts her full breast as she throws back her shoulders, like she wants me to devour her breasts.

I tug her pants down and am pleased when they fall from her legs and she steps out of the fabric pools, never breaking my claim to her breasts.

I step back, admiring her young, soft curves. The heavy cup of her breasts over her flat belly that flares out into her wide hips. They have to be wide for that big, beautiful ass of hers. It’s not hard to imagine how she’s made a living teasing people with pictures of her huge bubble butt. My eyes skim over her shaved pussy and I lick my lips hungrily. I drop to my haunches and grab her hips in my hands, guiding her to my face. I need to taste her. To feel her desire, coat my tongue. Beads of her nectar at her entrance betray her need. I swipe my tongue over her pink, swollen lips, then bury it inside her slit.

“Oh, Sawyer!” She cries out to the ceiling and leans into my desperate mouth. I part her smooth lips and hold her tight against my face as I tease her clit with an assault from my mouth. I suck her sensitive nub, pulling it in just past my lips and mercilessly thrash my tongue over it. She tastes like a sweet summer pie of the freshest berries picked just as the sun ripened them to perfection.

Her body writhes and trembles as her ecstasy builds with each swirl of my tongue. I control her pleasure with every measured lick and suck. Her orgasm is a gift I’ll give her before I take what’s mine. Before I possess her senses and own her little pussy with my thick cock.

Ashley cries out as I bring her to the edge and her nectar floods between her lips. I lap it up, happy with my appetizer. My cock throbs against my zipper, loudly reminding me that I’m still hungry for my main meal.

I stand up and Ashley collapses against my chest. “That was incredible,” she murmurs.

“That was just the beginning,” I assure her, stripping my clothes off as she tries to regain her composure. Her eyes open wide as she watches me peel off the layers and abandoning the fabric on the floor.

She breathes in sharp, like she just opened the perfect Christmas gift. The one she’d been dreaming about all year, the one she never fully thought she’d get, no matter how good of a girl she was, when I expose my thick, glistening cock to her.

“Are you on birth control?” My mind somehow manages to remember the responsibility, although, if she isn’t, I can’t promise it’ll make any difference for how this is going to go.

“I am,” she never moves her eyes from my dick. Like, she’s afraid it’s too good to be true and if she blinks it will somehow disappear.

“Touch it,” I demand, pulling her hand over to my shaft. Ashley looks unsure, but then her lips curve up into a sweet smile as she wraps her hand around me.

“That’s right baby, I’m going to fuck you good. I’m going to take care of you,” I promise her.

Ashley looks like she’s about to say something, but I don’t give her the opportunity, I clench into her hips firmly and spin her around so she’s flattened against the cabin wall. I step between her legs, forcing them open with my thigh and easily hold both of her wrists over her head with one of my meaty hands.

“Tell me what you want,” I growl in her ear.

“You,” she whispers, but that’s not good enough. I’m going to make her say it.

“What do you want me to do to you, Ashley?” I grab the base of my cock in my hand and rub it over her soft pussy. She leans back against me and presses her ass into me.

“I want your cock, Sawyer. I need you inside me,” she answers me like a good girl.

I don’t keep the lady waiting. Sliding the tip of my cock against her soaking wet entrance, I plunge into her depths savoring her tight heat clenching down on me, adjusting to my thickness.

“Awww,” she breathes and grinds her hips against me.

I circle my hands around each of her thighs and spread them open wide as I bury myself inside her. Ashley’s arms and tits are laid flat against the wall, her face is pressed against the cabin boards as I hold her legs open and fuck her hard.

Ashley presses her weight back against me, not that there’s much to it. It’s enough that she’s anchored herself, so I can fuck her deep and fast. I feel her tight walls trying to milk me dry, squeezing around me, desperate for my seed. My balls tighten up and my cock twitches as I slide inside her wet pussy, until my hips are flat against her plump ass and she’s filled with every inch of me.

“That’s a good girl. Take it all, Ashley,” I praise her and get lost in the rhythm of pounding her pussy with abandon. Every thrust is tattooing my memory in her brain. Every time I claim her, own her, penetrate her with my thick cock, she cries out, driving me to the edge of my sanity.

I can’t take it anymore, holding her thighs tight, I fuck her like I’m trying to drill her into these wooden walls. She clenches around me, bringing my orgasm crashing down and I fill her with spurts of my cum.

For a moment, I hold her steady, she pants as she turns to face me with a half-cocked smile on her lips as her eyes are glazed over with bliss.

“That was amazing,” she wobbles slightly and I grab her and steady her. I’ll be her pillar. Her strength. I’ll support her and never let her fall.

“Let’s get you to bed,” I murmur. I’m not asking her. I easily slide my arm under her thighs and sweep her off the ground, carrying her to the bedroom. I’m not done with her yet. I won’t be done fucking her until the sun disappears and the moon takes its place. Until the snow melts into spring and the flowers bloom. Until the years blend together in a highlight reel of only our most amazing moments. And even then, I’ll want to fuck her more.

But, for now, she needs her rest. I carry her into the bedroom and lay her on the bed. Rest now. Fuck later.