I take her in my arms, her pussy is so fucking tight; so perfectly mine. Her breath hitches as my cock fills her until it’s as if she can no longer make a single sound.

Then a long, slow exhale sweeps over the forest as she gives into me. I’m so fucking close to coming. I’ve never been with a woman as gorgeous as her in my whole damn life. The entire situation is a goddamn dream. A woman in the woods, wanting a stranger to fuck her, but this is more than a fuck -- it’s love.

She just doesn’t know that yet.

And I’m not sure I’m gonna be able to tell her, considering my entire life is a fucking mess.

“I’ve never done this before,” she moans as I fuck her in the open air. “I’m a virgin.”

My hands are on her round ass and they steady for a moment as her words sink in.

“Are you mad?” she asks, her full tits perky against my chest, her light brown nipples hard and so perfect. “That I didn’t tell you?” she asks.

A virgin? This precious woman in my arms is giving me her virginity in the goddamn woods? She must think I’m a caveman to have her like this for her very first time.

But then I look down at her, her swollen lips and her wide eyes, and I realize this is exactly what she wanted--a stranger, a stolen moment. A dream.

And hell, her cunt is so tight that of course, she is a virgin. I thrust deeper into her, wanting her to come hard against me. She knows my answer. How could a man be mad when a woman like her is sitting on his cock?

“Oh, oh, yes, yes....” She clings to me as she climaxes, her thighs slick with come, her eyes heavy with lust.

I grunt, coming hard and deep, wanting to fill this fair maiden with all I have to give. My seed and my soul.

I may not have a lot to give, but I can start with that.

Her thighs shake as we come, her breasts bouncing as I bury my cock so fucking deep in her freshly-tapped cunt. She loves the orgasm rushing over her, the wave of pleasure deep and real. Her face is bright, glowing, so alive and in the moment.

When we finish, I set her down, my cock still throbbing from the thrill, and her hand reaches to touch me, wrapping around my shaft.

“Do you mind?” she asks as she begins to fondle my balls. “They’re so warm.”

I close my eyes, running my hands through her thick hair. Lowering my mouth, kissing her full breasts again, twirling my tongue around her perfect nipples.

“You like how I look... how I taste?”

I growl. “I haven’t tasted what I really want on my lips.”

Her face blushes deep red and she bites her lower lip as if the thought is outlandish.

“Are you getting shy now, after all that?” I ask, cupping her ass with the palm of my hand. Damn, her little ass is so cute and round, I want to bury my face against it, lick her up and down, her creamy cunt my last fucking meal.

“I don’t know,” she says, lifting her eyes to the heavens. “I just realized I don’t even know your name.”

The words cause me to stiffen. I’ve been so busy fantasizing about being with her, I hadn’t thought the reality of my situation through.

“Name?”

She laughs softly. “Yeah, what’s your name? I’ve been calling you Grizzly Adams.”

“Something like that,” I tell her, more sharply than I intend. Her brows crease, confused at my tone. I’m confused too, but it’s like the truth just fucking hit home. This woman needs a better man than me. A man who is safe, not a man with an entire motorcycle gang after him.

“Sorry, I just wanted to know who I shared myself with.” She looks bruised, wounded, and rightfully so. I did that to her.

“Fuck,” I say, running a hand through my hair. “I shouldn’t have come here, to you.”

She crosses her arms, covering her breasts. “Oh, is that so?” She sighs. “I should have known. No man would want to actually be with a woman like me.”

My mouth is set in a firm line. I can’t bear to hear her talk like that. “Bullshit. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’ve wanted you for weeks, ever since I laid eyes on you. You captivated me. Mind, body, and my goddamn soul.”

She tilts her head, considering me. “Then come to my cottage and let’s get to know one another.” Her eyes are soft, welcoming, and I hate that I’m pulling back. But I can’t very well help it. “I live right down the path,” she continues, “and after what we just shared, I can’t imagine there is much I’d hold back if you asked nicely.”

Everything about her is sincere and so damn sweet. A woman like her is gonna find herself in trouble if she spends any more time with a man like me. I wish like hell I was the kind of man who could be by her side. But look at me, I just took her virginity in the woods, never once considering her virtue.

“I can’t,” I say, stepping back and reaching for my pants. “I never should have come here.”

Her eyes well with tears. “Why would you say that?” She scoffs in bewilderment. “I thought you said I was beautiful. That you wanted me.”

I clench my jaw, hating the person I am. “And it’s the truth, but you deserve more than me.”

“What if I want you?” she asks.

“You don’t even know me.”

“Exactly.” She shakes her head, sadness washing over her. She reaches for her panties, pulling up her dress. She wipes her eyes, looking so precious standing there. So blameless and pure.

I hate knowing I’ve hurt her, after such a beautiful moment. But if she only knew what kind of man I am, she would keep running.

“You’ll be better off if you forget me,” I tell her, and she just shakes her head as if thinking she read me all wrong before she walks away. As she does, I realize I’m a hypocrite.

I told her to forget me, knowing that there is no way in hell I’d ever forget her.