Chapter 41

Jack

Every mountain man deserves a mountain woman. I’ve just come to fucking accept this now, because I can’t imagine my life without this beautiful fucking angel in it anymore.

Some mountain women, I suppose, are born wild.

My Avery, though? This mountain fucking gave her to me, and she grows wilder and wilder with every passing day.

I bury my cock deep in that sweet little cunt of hers and take a moment to just stare down at her. She’s laid out on the fur of the bear that I killed to protect her. I’m fucking her on the best proof I can give her that she’ll always be safe with me—the skin of a bear I killed with only my hands.

I didn’t imagine that wouldn’t be the last time that I’d kill for this woman—my woman—but now that I’ve done it twice now, I know the truth.

I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Hell, I’d die for this woman.

But this sweet little angel beneath me didn’t bring me back to life just to watch me die for her.

No, I’ll fucking live for her instead.

Pretty little Avery reclines on the fur, her pale-blonde hair splayed out against the silken black beneath it. She’s the sunshine to my darkness, this fucking girl. It’s not just her coloring. Those sweet fucking sugar lips of hers make me feel like it’s summertime in the middle of this long, cold-ass winter.

And the way she comes—first so unsure of herself, but then over and over and over again until she can’t fucking think, let alone speak—well, honestly it just makes me want to keep fucking her every day. Every day for the rest of my goddamn life.

“Jack,” she whimpers. I look down at her and see the rest of my life laying right there beneath me, looking wild and desperate and unhinged. “Jack, please…I need you.”

“Is that fucking so?” I say with a chuckle, leveraging a little bit of my weight on her—just to push my cock that much fucking deeper. “Tell me what you need, baby girl.”

Avery sucks her lower lip into her mouth. She’s constantly fucking doing that, I’ve noticed. Means she wants to say something but she’s not sure if she can.

She wiggles her finger at me in the cutest fucking way possible and I lean in close, burying my face against her neck so she can whisper in my ear.

“I want you to come inside me, Jack,” she hisses. I can feel her wild, half-crazed smile spreading across her lips even as she says the words. “A good one. A really, really good nut.”

“Where do you want it, Avery?” I ask, rocking my hips against hers again. I start nice and slow…but hell. I can never keep that shit up for long at all when it comes to her.

“Deep. I want your seed deep, deep inside me, Jack.” I pull away to see if she’s being serious—just to make sure—and she looks more certain than I’ve ever seen her. “I want it in my womb.”

“That’s a big ask, angel,” I tell her, even though I’m just being a fucking tease.

I can feel how hot she is. How fucking wet. These last several days, her body has been preparing itself for exactly this—making that womb nice and ready for me to spray down with cum so her egg can fucking bathe in it.

I wouldn’t be a man if I could resist an ask like that. But I draw it out. I play with my sweet little former virgin. I deflowered this girl, and now I’m going to breed her as my woman...

But bastard I am, I’m still a monster in some ways.

And the monster in me…it wants Avery to fucking beg for it.

“Do it for me, Jack. I’ll never ask for anything else—not even pancakes—not even—”

Fuck. No, she’s honestly too fucking sweet torture like this.

Too fucking sweet, and she wants my cum too fucking bad.

I pick up the fucking pace. Chop chop, don’t stop. But the only ax I’m dealing with now is the one that’s currently threatening to split my tight little mountain woman in two—while she whimpers and coos and thrashes her hips against it, desperately trying to milk me of my cum.

“Greedy little thing,” I growl, dipping my mouth to her breasts. “Tell me, Avery. Tell me why you want my cum.”

“B-because,” Avery gasps. Little slut is about to orgasm again. I can feel it in the way her pussy is clenching even tighter around my dick, requiring more force from me than ever just to get myself to fit inside that tight little snatch. “Because I want you to get me pregnant! I want it—I want you to f-fuck me like a b-bitch in h-heat and I need you, Jack, I need you! I needyouineedyouineed—”

“Shh,” I say, laying a hand across her lips. “I get it, pretty thing. You need me. I just want you to fucking moan now, hear me? You’re going to moan for me, and you’re going to listen to my voice.”

Avery nods, looking up at me with abject seriousness in those pale-blue eyes of hers. Makes me fall even more in love with her.

Some part of me—not even all that small of a part—feels like I’ve been in love with her all along, really.

Just had to wait for my eyes to adjust after they were blinded by Avery’s perfect fucking light.

“You’re gonna come for me, Avery,” I growl in her ear.

My cock, big and thick and pulsating with need, churns her cunt into a lather. No matter how wet I make her, I’ve found that Avery can always get wetter. It’s like her pussy was made to take huge fucking cock, and I like it that way. “You’re going to come for me, and you’re going to do it on command. You hear me?”

Avery nods her head in desperation. I can feel her breath against my fingers, all hot and ragged, coming in and out of her nose.

“Not yet,” I say, getting my cock nice and deep. I can feel my cock head pushing right up against her fucking cervix. It’s rubbing itself flush with the entrance to her womb, and I know that’s exactly where I want to come. “Not yet…Not yet…NOW.”

Her body spasms immediately. Like she was fucking bracing herself for it. Avery’s hips buck against me, forcing my cock even harder inside her.

Her shoulders shake and her lips curl beneath my hand. I feel her perfect white teeth scrape against my palm as she snarls, and then her snarl becomes a scream.

That’s when I fucking know. When she’s orgasming beneath me again, cunt spasming and sucking my cock even fucking deeper into her tight little pussy—I want to breed this woman. I want to fill her with my seed, fill her up with babies and curl up around her after, protecting her and our children from harm.

I don’t know if I’ll be a good father. I don’t even know if I’ll be a good husband—and I do think I ought to make an honest woman of her first.

But I know with Avery, I’ll figure it out. Because the last fucking thing I want to do is let this angel that the mountain dumped on my doorstep down.

I let loose on her, fucking her harder than I’ve ever fucked her—or anyone else, for that matter—before.

I feel my balls empty into Avery’s sweet, untapped womb so hard that I black the fuck out for a second—and when I come to, I’m still coming, still pumping her full of my seed, so I just keep fucking going.

Biggest goddamn load of my life, and it’s filling up a cunt that only I’ve owned. A woman who has loved only me and me alone.

“You’re mine,” I rasp, and now I’m the one fucking shaking.

“I’m yours,” Avery says, smiling back at me.

That congressman father won’t like that I’ve knocked up his baby girl—no, he won’t fucking like that at all. From the sounds of things, her father is a pretty big sack of shit, though. And if I’ve knocked her up, which I fucking know that I have, he won’t be able to oppose when I ask him for his permission to marry her.

That is, if I fucking ask. Men like me aren’t very good at asking permission—no, we take what we want, when we want it.

As Avery coos and smiles with my cock and cum deep inside her, I feel like I might have another load for her locked and ready, in fact.

So I take her.

Don’t think.

Just do.