JAX

I have this honey stripped of her clothes in five seconds flat. I know we just fucked in the woods, but I swear to God, watching her mouth on that dill pickle got me hard as a fucking log. I needed her lips wrapped around my cock the same way. And I won’t wait.

Luckily, Harper has spent her whole life being repressed, and she must view the woods as the only place she can let loose. Watching her rip out of her clothing tells me everything I need to know. This girl is ready to have her mind blown.

I take off my pants, my cock standing at attention, the long, thick rod already throbbing, just imagining her mouth sucking me off nice and good. I want this girl on her knees, and I want to watch as she takes me in her mouth until my cock hits the back of her throat.

I watch Harper fling her bra to the floor. Her big, gorgeous tits now free, she teases me by taking her hand and rubbing it over her milky globe. She licks a finger, pinches her own nipples, then dips it low, between her legs, and presses her delicate finger into herself.

“Jax, I know I said your cock was pretty before—but it’s really, really gorgeous. Like, when you undress, and I see how big and hard you are, it makes me want to do things ... things that I don’t even know if we can do.”

“Things like what, honey?” I ask, walking toward her. Knowing nothing is off limits. Feeling the heat rise in Harper, it rises in me too.

“Things like you coming on my face. On my tits.” Harper’s breathing is heavy as she speaks so erotically. Her finger is still pressed inside her, moving faster and faster, and she tells me her fantasies. “Things like you pushing my face into a pillow and coming in me from behind, and spilling your seed on my ass. Things like you and me in a shower, together, and me putting your cock in my mouth as hot water falls around us, as I swallow your come.”

I love that Harper isn’t embarrassed, isn’t ashamed. So many women probably Google this shit, find novels to read about these forbidden desires, but aren’t brave enough to ask for it. I feel like a fucking king to have Harper standing before me, fingering herself as drops of her own pussy juice slide down her leg, telling me about the fact she wants me to give her a motherfucking facial. I’ll come all over her gorgeous body, she doesn’t have to ask twice.

“We can do all those things, baby.” I slap my hand across her ass, and a sly smile spreads across her face.

“All of it?”

“Well, one thing at a time.” I laugh, slapping her ass again. She moans in pleasure, and I squeeze her soft cheeks.

“What first?” she asks.

“You sure you don’t want to pick?”

“I like it when you tell me what to do,” she says, her eyes looking toward the ground.

I use a finger to draw her face back to mine. “Don’t look away when you talk to me. I can dominate you in this cabin, when we have sex—but I’m not some asshole like the men you grew up with. I like to fuck, sure, but I don’t see women as property, as things I can own. You are your own goddamned person. Got it, Harper?”

“Yeah,” she says quietly. “Got it.”

“Good. Then get on your knees and start sucking my cock.”

She does as she is told. She kneels before me and takes the hair tie from her wrist and secures it around her long blond locks. Her face is exposed and, on her knees before me, she looks as if she’s worshipping the fucking sex-god that is my cock. She dips her head forward and begins to suck my rod.

She moans as she takes me in her throat. I love the way her perfect tits move as she goes up and down. Her mouth is so warm around my cock, and I feel my veiny hardness mounting in pleasure. I feel the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat and I know she likes it rough by the way she takes me deeper and deeper.

One hand holds my ass, and the other fondles my balls as she sucks hard. She pulls my cock out of her mouth, and begins softly sucking on one ball, then the next, rubbing my shaft with her hand as she does. She is slurping on me as she sucks, and I can tell she’s really getting into it when she puts my length back in her mouth and moves a hand down to her pussy. She starts rubbing nice and hard, her moans intensifying.

“Oh, Jax, oh, oh, oh,” she screams, as her body quakes, her back arches as both her fingers move to her pussy. One hand is buried deep in her folds and the other is at the top, rubbing in circles as she gets herself off.

I love watching her come; her orgasm is a fucking thing of beauty.

She is still on her knees and when her orgasm passes, doesn’t hesitate, she pulls my thickness back in her mouth as my cock throbs, so good and ready.

“I’m gonna come all over your tits, Harper,” I tell her.

She obeys, pulling me out of her mouth and tugging softly at me as I shoot my seed across her chest. She bites back another moan as she watches my milky come cover her soft skin.

When we’re done, I go to the bathroom and get her a wet washrag. She smiles coyly as she cleans herself.

“So ... that was pretty wonderful,” she says, suppressing a yawn, unsuccessfully. We’re both undressed, and I really fucking wish I had a couch right about now, so we could sit down and I could just play with her pussy while she takes a cat nap.

“Wanna lie down upstairs?” I ask. “You look tired.”

“Sure. But then we need to talk, right?”

“Hey, honey, this afternoon delight was your idea as much as mine. We don’t have to sleep. We can talk right now if you want. I don’t really give a fuck.”

And I don’t. Not because I’m an asshole, but because during the last few months out here all alone I’ve come to understand a few things. Mainly: whatever will be will be. I’m not about to get all strung out over a woman getting pregnant. Worse things can happen.

Harper seems relieved because her shoulders droop and she lets out a deep sigh. “Let’s not talk yet. Let’s take a nap.”

So I smack her ass softly, and lead her to the loft.

HARPER

When I wake up from the nap, I see that Jax is sitting up in bed, reading something in a leather-bound notebook.

“Hey,” I say, noticing the sun has begun to set. “What time is it?” I keep the blanket wrapped around my body, still naked from this afternoon.

“After five.”

“Oh, wow. I need to be home tonight.”

“How long’s the drive to your parents’ place?”

“About three hours,” I tell him, swallowing back my nerves. I let myself stay in a sex-bubble all afternoon, but I can’t stay there forever. Eventually it is bound to pop. I need to talk this out with Jaxon. “So, I’m pregnant, Jaxon. And I don’t know what we should do.”

“What do you wanna do?” he asks me, setting down his notebook. “You’re the woman; it’s your body. You’re the boss.”

“Yeah, but it’s your baby,” I tell him, confused. Sure, I’m carrying this child, but it’s just as much Jaxon’s as it is mine. I notice him cringing slightly. “What? I mean, I’m really sorry to come here and tell you that you’re going to be a father, but it was God’s—”

“If you say this was God’s will, I’m gonna have to punch a hole in something. You’re pregnant, Harper, not carrying Jesus-fucking-Christ.”

“Well, okay,” I say, feeling flustered. “But still, I get that me coming here and telling you this is shocking … but I can’t do this alone.”

“You don’t have to do this alone,” he tells me, reaching for my hand.

Relief washes over me. “Oh, I’m so glad to hear you say that. I thought I might have to raise this baby by myself and—”

Jax cuts me off again. “Wait, you’re keeping it?”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“I mean, I get it, Harper—accidents happen and we never used a single fucking condom. But it’s not the end of the world. I mean, there is no way you could have this baby, you live at home. Your parents would literally kill you. And you have no life skills. I mean, honey, you’re fucking amazing in bed, but how would you support a human?”

I pull my hand away, horrified at Jax’s words. “Wait, you think I should have an abortion?”

“Well,” Jax shrugs. “I don’t know what you should do. I mean, you should do what you want to do—I just wonder how you think you’ll be able to do this on your own.”

“You said I didn’t have to be alone.” My words are filled with shock, with complete and utter disappointment.

“That’s when I thought you wanted to go to a clinic. I wouldn’t make you do that by yourself.” Jax throws his hands up, frustrated. “Look, I’m not being an ass. I’m a realist.”

“Well, I’m this baby’s mother. And I don’t know, Jaxon, I thought you’d step up to the plate, be a man. Not send me to the curb.” I stand and move for the ladder. I need to leave, now. I need to be somewhere safe, somewhere that I don’t even know exists.

“Harper, don’t go like this.” He scrambles down the ladder after me. “If you want this baby, of course I’ll help. I’m not some deadbeat. I’m just surprised, is all. You seem like the kind of girl who wants to wear white on her wedding and make babies with some God-fearing man. Not me. So, yeah, I’m a little surprised you wanna go through with this. An abortion might make more sense is all. So then later, when you have the husband and the picket fence, you can make a baby with someone you actually love.”

Tears fall down my cheeks as I dress myself. I can’t believe I let myself fantasize about living here in this cabin with Jax. He wants me to get rid of our baby. He’s not the man I thought he was. Not the man I can be with.

I thought he would know how much being a mother means to me. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. I watched my mother have nine children, and I witnessed the births of each one. I grew up knowing this was my calling, my destiny.

Of course this is going to be hard, a struggle. Of course this is not the dream I had for myself. But dreams change. The moment I saw a positive line on that pregnancy test, I knew that this baby was mine.

“I know I asked for your help, Jaxon, but I changed my mind. I can’t have your help if you even for a second considered not raising this child with me. I can’t be with a man like that.” I pull open the front door, just needing to leave.

“You’re being insane. Like, literally insane, Harper,” he says, coming after me. “I’m not the one running. I’m not kicking anyone to any curb. Fuck, I don’t even have a curb. I have a dirt road. Stay on this dirt road. Stay and figure this out.”

I open my car door, but before I slide in I call out to him, “I can’t stay with a man like you. Let me go and figure this out on my own. If I ever need anything, I’ll get in touch with you. But Jaxon, I won’t need your help. I won’t need you for this. I may be a woman without much life experience, but I will make up for it in love. I will be a good mother.”

I turn the ignition, grateful that the snow is long gone and that the road is clear.

I just wish I were going on an easier path.