Chapter 33

Jack

I’ve still got a fucking cocktail of emotions bubbling inside of me. And the sight of my angel just leaves me wanting more.

If I expected Avery to object, balk, or whimper in fear, I’ve been fucking wrong. Quite the opposite is how she behaved.

Sure, she played her part well, but more than that, I think she fucking enjoyed every minute of it. Of course I’m in no fucking fit state to judge anyone or comment on his or her behavior. I’m a totally washed-up fucking looser.

I might have had a fucking fantastic fuck, but my head is still screwed.

Sure, the images of my the explosions that haunt me in my night terrors have gone, but I know I’ve got a bit of a way to go yet. The fucking revenge part has not eventuated. Maybe when I’ve avenged all those deaths, I might find peace.

Or is that when I’m fucking dead? What the hell am I going to have to live for when I don’t have my vengeance and my rage?

“You okay?”

Avery’s soft voice rouses me out of my navel-gazing.

Her. I could live for her.

“I’m about to reward you for being a good little girl.” I run my fingers along her inside thigh. Her eyes light up at my words, and I watch the ripples of pleasure wash over her as my fingers act like a feather.

I can tell it won’t take much to make this little girl happy.

Part of me still can’t fucking believe that she’s here. Not only is she here in my cabin with me, but she’s also stayed with me after listening to my tales of horror and destruction.

She’s one fucking special lady, and I’m going to give her the only reward I know to give right now.

First, I kiss her on her lips, and then I move to her breasts. I spend a bit of time wrapping my tongue around her nipples. I bite into them and revel in her body writhing underneath me.

My mouth cups over her breast to suck on it while my hand kneads and massages her other one.

Tiny moans of pleasure cross her lips. Each one of them is like a pat on the back for me. No honorary medal means as much as the pleasurable sounds this girl makes. I should know. I have received more than a few of them in the past.

I leave her breasts and let my tongue travel along her belly, down toward her pubic hair. She hasn’t had a chance to shave since she got here, but I don’t mind in the least. It’s less wild than my beard, and just like I predicted—honey gold.

My teeth bite into her and then my tongue finds her clit. She’s already wet as wet can be. Her juices flowing faster than a waterfall.

This girl is fucking hot.

I take my time. I want Avery to fucking enjoy this. She deserves this.

Gone is the timid little Daddy’s girl. She’s blossomed into a woman of her own making.

My tongue works her clit, pushing at it, rubbing at it and finally my mouths sucks on it. I can sense the pleasure building within her. Her legs are spread, and I have a great view of that delicious fucking pussy.

I get right in front of her and drape her legs over my shoulder, lifting her lower back off the floor a little. My hands find her ass and start kneading each cheek.

To make sure she doesn’t come straight away, I leave her clit and push my tongue right up into her. I bury my face deep into her pussy, reveling in her wetness and special scent.

The experience is intoxicating for me, and I can feel my own fucking cock harden again already. But this is not about me, it’s about Avery.

Avery deserves to be rewarded.

My tongue is deep in her pussy, and I curl it over and push against her sweet spot.

“Ohhhh yeessss,” she hisses, and I can feel her body tense.

I pull out again. I don’t want her to come just yet. I want to draw it out as long as possible.

“Don’t stoooooopppp, pleeasseeeee, Jack,” she’s begging, and her wish is my command.

My tongue goes right back to where it was a few seconds ago. I can feel her buck her hips toward me. I do my best to push in and out of her as fast and hard as I can; she’s trying to match my rhythm with those small hips of hers.

I move my hands off her ass and grab her hips instead. This way I can help her get the most out of her movement.

She seems to be shaking all over. I can hear her whimper, and I think it won’t be long before she’ll come.

The walls of her pussy grab at my tongue as I move in and out of her. I’m getting faster and faster.

Her orgasm starts somewhere in her belly and explodes outward. Muscle spasm after muscle spasm takes hold of her.

I can feel the inside of her wet fucking pussy pulse and contract as I tip her over the fucking edge.

She’s yelling wordlessly, and her legs tighten around my neck.

I keep licking away at her pussy. Eventually, when her muscles no longer spasm, I pull my face out and go back to kiss her.

I can feel my beard full her juices, and probably some of my own cum from before.

“You’re a little messy.” Avery rakes her finger through my jumble of facial hair. She stares at her index finger.

“I think we’ll need to fix this.”

Before I can protest, ask questions, or stop her, she’s scurried away from me. I watch as she makes her way into the bathroom.

“Boof! Boof! Boof!” Buck barks, freshly awakened by Avery’s frenzied little movements.

I look down at my cock, which is still rock-hard and dripping with need and Avery and a few other things, and shake my head at it.

If Avery’s got the dog all riled up, then it’s sure to be a bit before my stiffy gets any attention again.

When she returns, she’s carrying a small bowl with water, a washer, a towel, and something silver.

I furrow my brow.

“What are you going to do?”

She smiles at me. “First I’m going to clean this mess out of your…” She seems to be searching for the right word.

“Beard,” I help her out.

Avery shakes her head. “No, I don’t think what you have can be called a beard anymore. It’s more of a wild facial growth, really.”

What has happened to my Avery? Where’s the timid, frightened little girl?

“What do you mean?” I growl, but she ignores me.

“Hold still. I don’t want to spill water everywhere.”

She’s surprisingly strong when she wants to be.

Of course I can’t help but touch her naked body, which she’s presenting to me on a silver platter.

“Stop it. I’m trying to get all the juices out of this hair of yours.” She smacks my hand as it tries to reach up and play with those delicious tits of hers. I love how they fit fucking perfectly into my hand with a little spilling over the side.

“Now for the hard part.” She picks up the silver looking object.

I pull back. “No. Uh-uh.” I grab hold of her hand.

“I’m trying to trim this mess of hair of yours so you look halfway respectable.”

She’s determined, I can tell.

“Why?” I’m not going down without a fight.

I should have fucking expected this. You let a woman into your house, make her cum in front of your fireplace, and next thing you know, she’s taking over.

“Boof!” Buck barks, trotting little circles around us. No doubt he’s happy we’re getting up to something he can be a part of again.

Christ. My little angel has even turned my dog against me too. No doubt next time I go into town she’ll buy a shitload of makeup and stuff it in the bathroom, leaving no room for any of my fucking things.

I sigh.

“You’ll look and feel so much better if I make it look a little neater. You’re about as a shaggy as, well, Buck. And you’re next, buddy,” Avery says, turning to point at the dog.

That sure takes the pep out of Buck’s step. He turns his head, looking at her with his puppy dog eyes and sees nothing but determination staring back at him.

Buck decides to make himself scarce. Smart dog.

Wish I could do the same.

“Look, you’re going to be really handsome if you just let me clean you up a bit. Trust me.”

It is those last two words that hit their mark.

Trust me.

I once asked people to trust me, and look where they ended up.

But I did trust her, didn’t I?

Of course. I would do anything for Avery. I would walk to the end of the world for her.

So I guess I ought to let her cut my fucking beard.

“If you must,” I grumble and watch her get to work.

“You better sit on a chair,” she commands, and I pretend to salute her.

That earns me another slap on the wrist.

“March, soldier,” she says, even though I think ordering me around has left her a little red in the face.

Once I’m seated, she starts on the right side of my face. I see her cut carefully around my face. She’s taking this job of making me look respectable very fucking seriously.

I try and touch her on the breast, but she glares at me when I do.

“Stop it, Jack. I want to do this right.”

And so I behave myself. Instead of touching her, I watch every one of her movements. I can feel her intensity, and I wonder where she learned to trim a man’s beard.

“You do this often?” I joke.

She shakes her head.

“So I’m your first subject.” I feign horror.

Avery laughs. “Jack, you’ve seen my pussy. You don’t have enough women in your life, you know that? If you did, you’d know that we’re quite adept at trimming beards…just not the ones on our faces.”

Excellent. And now I’m thinking about her sweet little cunt again.

When Avery says, “Done,” I don’t believe her.

“Really?”

“Go have a look,” she invites me.

Even without looking, I can tell she must have done a great job, because I feel different already. For some reason, my face feels lighter.

When I look in the mirror, I grin. She’s done a fucking fantastic job.

“Like it?”

I take her by the shoulders and look her in the eyes.

“I’m a new man. Love it and you.”

My lips meet hers and we melt into each other.

With a little less beard getting away this time.