Jack
When the commotion has died down and the police depart from the area, I take a deep breath. I’m trying my best to sort out how I’m supposed to feel about everything.
I killed Adam. I took his life with my bare hands. And I did it right in front of Avery, with her approval at that.
And in all of this, I should feel some kind of remorse, right? Because I fucking don’t. Awful people shouldn’t be allowed to walk around freely with the rest of us.
Wow. This is the first I’m referring to myself as a normal person in a long time.
I’ve spent so long demonizing myself, making myself believe I’m as awful as Adam was, but when met face-to-face, the distinction was clear.
And I was even going to let him go, all for Avery.
Avery. I look over and see her biting the French right off of her French tips. She’s a little disheveled, but overall, she seems to be okay. Buck is settled by her side, laying his head against her thigh in comfort.
What a good fucking dog.
And what a great fucking girl.
I slide my arm around her waist and pull her in to comfort her too.
She rests her head against my chest and I lean down and kiss her softly. I take in another deep breath, and as I do, I remember I have a surprise waiting for her.
“Let’s go inside and take our minds off of all the crazy that’s happened,” I suggest.
“You sure?” she asks.
I know she’s concerned for me. She knows what I’ve been through and how I could be a wreck right now if I didn’t feel so damned justified in what I’ve just done.
“Sure. I’m good. You’re safe. That’s what matters. Plus…I have something I want to show you. Spent a whole hell of a lot of time working on it. I think you might like it,” I assure her.
“Well…okay, then. But if you ever don’t feel okay about it, promise you’ll tell me?” she pushes.
“’Course,” I reply. I smile at Avery, the gorgeous woman she is. How could I not smile at that glowing face?
She moves in front of me and wraps her arms around my neck, and I wrap mine around her tight little waist. She plants a cute little kiss against my lips.
I bring my arm down to her ass and hoist her up, carrying her bridal-style through the doorway of my cabin. She squeaks as I lift her and giggles as we walk through the door.
“Boof!” Buck barks, not wanting to be forgotten.
“Ah…sorry, buddy,” I say, turning with Avery in my arms to break the bad news to my dog—our dog. I love Buck. I really do. But… “I think you might be in the dog house tonight.”
Buck whines real pathetically, but what I’m about to do to Avery doesn’t need any witnesses. Canine or otherwise. He’s got a nice heated doghouse just there on the porch that he can curl up in, and I’ll come out to let him back in the cabin later, but for now…
I shut that door right in that poor dog’s face.
If I could explain to him that I’ve got a hot bitch I want to spend a little one-on-one time with, I’m sure he’d understand.
Across the room, right in front of the fireplace, she sees my surprise for her. The bear-skin rug I’ve been working so hard on is laid out, perfectly lit by the flames.
She gasps, as surprised as I could have hoped for. Her hand comes up to her mouth, covering it, and I can’t tell if she’s smiling or grimacing. I search for her reaction in her eyes.
I’ve come to learn Avery very quickly. She’s easy to tell with those big blue eyes. The shimmer in them tells me she’s happy.
As I draw my conclusion, her hand lowers to reveal a big award-winning grin.
That’s my girl.
I lower her legs to the floor and rub her back with my hand. I love how petite and adorable she is.
“I don’t even know what to say, Jack. I love this. And I love that you took the time and the care to do this for me,” she says.
“It was just something that I thought you could appreciate. And maybe…convince you to stay here with me?” I propose.
“Stay here? With you? In bear country?!” she exclaims. My heart starts to drop. I don’t know how I could have misunderstood her. “There’s nothing more I want in the world!” she shouts.
My feelings of regret dissipate, and I’m overcome with joy. I adore Avery, and my life just wouldn’t feel complete without her in it.
Once I met her, I knew there was something special about her. As it turns out, she’s the person I needed to help me remember myself. The me I was before all of the hard times.
Avery wraps her arms around my neck and gives me a long, passionate kiss. Her lips are warm and comforting.
I lead her into the living room to get a closer look at the bear-skin rug and to sit in front of the fire to relax and enjoy our home.
We stand on the rug together and hold each other in a loving embrace. There’s nothing more romantic than holding my woman in front of a cozy fire, standing on a brand-new bear-skin rug.
As I prepare for her head to rest against my chest, I’m surprised as she continues to lower herself down further. My cock is hard just from the anticipation in those few moments it takes for her to get to her knees.
I look down and admire Avery’s long blonde hair. I run my fingers through it and patiently wait as she figures out how to unfasten my jeans.
When she gets them undone, she slides them down to my ankles. I feel the warmth of the fireplace against my bare legs.
She grabs at my underwear and tugs them all the way down, landing in my pants. My massive, erect cock now stares Avery in the face.
I can see she’s still a little nervous by my size. After all, most women’s first cocks aren’t the length of a ruler. It’s impressive how much she can handle.
Avery wraps her hand around the base of my cock. She starts stroking, moving her hand back and forth on the shaft. She looks up at me and smiles, biting her lip.
That sexy smile of hers has me even more turned on. My cock twitches under her grasp. She opens her mouth and places the head of my cock against her lips and slides it in slowly.
She moves her lips around some, to accommodate the size, and starts bobbing her head against my cock. She’s clearly enjoying exploring my cock with her mouth, and I couldn’t be more satisfied no matter what she does.
To my surprise, she’s even already mastering some technique. She meets her hand to where her lips end and she starts bobbing, working her hand and mouth in tandem. Damn…yes.
It’s really remarkable to think that just days ago this girl was a virgin. But those days are over now, and each sexual experience we share, her appetite grows.
“God, Avery. Don’t stop,” I let out with a moan.
She starts flicking her tongue against the head of my cock as she bobs against it. My eyes roll back into my head at the excitement of her experimentation.
I rest my hand against the back of her head. I hear her breathing in deep and exhaling hard. She’s getting tired.
“Avery, baby. Come here,” I request.
She slides my cock from her mouth. She wipes the corners of her lips and she stands up and kisses me.
“Is everything okay? Was that… not good?” she interrogates.
“Everything is great. And it was more than I even expected. I’m delighted and impressed by you. I just wanted to show you how appreciative I am of you,” I explain.
“Oh, I see. Well, I won’t stop you there,” she responds coyly.
She sits down on the rug and leans back. She spreads her legs apart and awaits for my face to greet her sweet pussy.
I dive the fuck in.