Elisabeth looks around the room. She seems quite impressed, which is exactly why I made Ornsley get a room this swanky. No woman likes to feel like she’s fucking in a cheap hotel.

I still haven’t been able to get a full handle on Elisabeth. I definitely, 100 percent want to fuck her brains out, but after that? I keep getting this feeling that she could be more than that, but something about her is throwing off all kinds of false signals. Usually I’m really good at reading women. Usually I can see right through them and know what they are after.

A lot of women are into the “big strong lumberjack” thing, but only as a fling. When it comes to really settling down with me, they aren’t into it. That used to be totally fine with me, and hell, it usually still is.

Only in the past six months or so, I’ve started to think about settling down. Not now, but as some distant possibility. It’s rare that I’ve come across a woman who I would even consider making that type of jump with.

With Elisabeth, I barely even know her. I’ve spent maybe three or four hours with her, but sometimes, when the light hits her just right, she seems like the kind of woman I’d give up my single freedom for. Usually it’s when she’s lost in thought and doesn’t know I’m really watching her that she strikes me this way. Then she turns back to me, and even when she smiles at me, there’s this fucking cold sadness behind her eyes. And it almost looks like that sadness is for me. One thing I can read properly is that she wants me. I know that for a fact, but if she just wants to fuck me and then never see me again, why would she feel so sad about it? It doesn’t make any sense.

But my cock is rock-hard, and it’s pressing against my jeans. I’ve got Elisabeth in my hotel room, and the taste of her is still filling my mouth. I can still feel her porcelain white teeth biting into my lip, nearly threatening to draw blood. And right now, she can feel as sad as she wants, I’ll fuck that sadness right out of her if I have to.

I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her. I press my hard cock against the small of her back, and I run my hands up her body. I graze my hands over her breasts, but keep going until I reach her neck. I run my fingers gently along the soft flesh of her throat, and then the hard bone of her jaw.

I press my lips against her ear, and I bite gently against her earlobe. I feel her squirming in my arms, and she reaches back behind and grabs at my ass.

“You’re impatient,” I whisper into her ear.

She presses back against me, her body pressing my father’s ring into my sternum. I turn her around to face me, then pull the ring up and out of my shirt. I lift the leather band up off my neck, and I place it on the nightstand.

I see her eyeing it, and I swear that the sadness in her eyes washes over her entire body. She goes almost limp, her shoulders sagging. It’s as if she knows all the tragic history of this ring.

“It’s all that’s left of my father,” I say, opening a drawer and putting the ring inside. “I don’t like to wear rings on my finger, but I like to keep it close to me.”

Her body perks back up, but her eyes still look the same.

I press my lips against hers and kiss her. I drink her in, letting her taste and smell fill me up. We kiss long and deep, and we move onto the bed as we kiss.

I start to unbutton my flannel shirt, and I throw the thing off and onto the floor. Her hands grab at me with hunger. They run all along my chiseled back and cut abs, and they settle on my arms, which bulge as I pull Elisabeth into me.

We break the kiss, and her eyes widen as she takes me in. Nearly a decade as a lumberjack has kept me in peak condition.

“I’m…” she says, biting her lip.

“What?” I ask.

“I…”

It almost seems she’s going to say something serious, that maybe she’s going to reveal to me why she’s so sad.

“I’m trying to think of a lumberjack pun for your dick,” she says, looking down at my belt. “But I’m coming up empty.”

“Lumberjacks don’t like to joke about our trade in bed,” I say, scowling.

She starts to laugh, but I stare her down with a deathly serious expression. She stops laughing and runs a hand along my chest. “I’m sorry, Jack, I didn’t mean to belittle your--”

I laugh now. “Sorry, I was just setting up a joke. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“What was the joke?” she asks.

“Lumberjacks cut down thick pieces of wood, so when I’ve got a thick piece of wood between my legs, I don’t want to think about chopping--”

She giggles and punches my chest. “Is it a thick and long piece of wood?”

“You’ll have to look and see for yourself, won’t you?”

“Yeah,” she says, “and then I’m going to beat your record for speed climbing.”

“It’s big,” I say, “but it’s not quite 60-feet long.”

“I’ll just have to climb it up and down, up and down,” she says, tugging at my belt, “to make up for the size difference.”

She tries to push me down, but I resist.

“Lay down, Jack!” she says, punching me.

“Why?”

“I want to get your dick out of your pants,” she says. “It’s easier if you lie down.”

So I lie down.

She gets my belt unbuckled, and I thrust my hips up so she can slide it right out. She unbuttons my jeans, and I can feel my cock begging to be freed. Each second closer it gets to being unleashed, it seems harder to wait.

She unzips my pants, but then waits, locking eyes with me.

“You sure you want to do--”

“Yes,” I say, my eyes widening.

She laughs, then pulls my boxers and jeans down. My cock springs up.

“Holy shit!” she says, gasping.

Moments later, I feel her soft and warm hand wrapping around my shaft.

“It’s,” she stammers, “it’s not 60-feet, but fuck, Jack, it’s huge!”

Before I can say a word, I feel her lips wrapping around the head of my cock. I look down to see her bent over, her eyes looking up at me as she takes me into the hot, wet heat of her mouth.

I let out a moan and throw my head back as she presses her lips down my veiny shaft, sucking as she goes. She gets about halfway down, further than I thought she could, and then starts to bob her head up and down.

“Fuck,” I groan. “God that’s good.”

She’s sucking me so hard I can feel the inside of her cheeks running against my cock. There’s a loud slurping sound on each bob, and soon I feel her saliva dripping down toward my balls.

I’ve gotten a lot of blowjobs in my life, but this is easily among the best. Not that I can think straight enough to rank all of them when my cock is threatening to explode.

I try to calm myself, it wouldn’t do to blow my load so fast, no matter how good the blowjob. A blowjob is almost like a test, just like eating out a woman. When a woman goes down on you, you’re showing her how long you can last, letting her know what to expect when you seal the deal with her. If you last a long time, she knows she can take it slow and enjoy herself. If you blow your load in a minute or two, then she’s gotta get in her favorite position from the get-go, and she probably knows she’s not going to get to cum unless you go down on her.

I always go down on a woman, and I can’t wait to taste Elisabeth, but I want to make her cum with my cock, too. I want to feel her inner walls soaking wet and milking my shaft for all it’s worth.

I suppress the need to orgasm, and I just lean back and enjoy the feeling of her wet lips sliding up and down my cock. She’s still fully clothed, so I start to imagine how she’ll look once I tear her clothes off. I can see her big tits hanging down as she blows me, her low-cut shirt revealing plunging cleavage. Her breasts sway as she swallows my cock, and I reach out to grab one.

I squeeze her tit as she blows me, and then I pop it right out and run a finger along her nipple. It’s pointed out and rock-hard, and when I squeeze it she moans. I hear the moan muffled from my cock in her mouth, and I feel the vibrations ring through my dick.

It’s too much. My balls tighten, and I grunt. “I’m gonna cum.”

She bobs her head faster than ever, and sucks so hard that the cum would come out of me even if my balls didn’t blast it out. But I will blast it out, thick and hard.

Every inch of my consciousness gathers in my balls. It’s like a fucking singularity. For a brief moment, I exist in one single point, dead-center in the middle of my balls--okay, not a singularity, because I have two balls--and that concentrated existence enhances everything by a factor of hundreds. I feel everything I’m feeling multiplied and all at once. Elisabeth’s wet lips and tongue sliding along my sensitive head and shaft. Her thick breast in my hand, and her pointed nipple grazing my fingertip. The low moan from her mouth buzzes along, and all of that is felt and experienced in a split second and all in one point.

Then it’s all released. In one big load of cum. The feeling blows apart and surges back through the rest of my body, sending the enhanced sensation up my spine and out through the tips of my fingers and toes. I feel the thick load of cum blasting into Elisabeth’s mouth, her green eyes widening as she drinks down my seed.

My balls empty themselves in thick explosion after thick explosion, until Elisabeth has to pull her mouth off me, and cum is dripping down out of the corner of her mouth. There’s so much she can’t even swallow it all.

She laughs as she wipes the leftover cum from her mouth with her fingers, and then she licks it clean.

“Fuck,” I say, looking up at her through heavy eyelids. “That was good.”

She grins down at me. One of her tits is still popped out and fully exposed. She pulls her shirt off and throws it down, then unclasps her bra. Both breasts are hanging free now--no, not hanging, they’re fucking perky and gravity-defying--and they are nearly in my face.

I grab hold of her and pull her down toward me, pressing my lips against her nipples. She moans and leans her head back as I suck her breasts and lick her nipples. I knead her thick flesh with my hands as I suck her good.

She falls down onto her back to let me go to work, and I run a hand down her warm stomach as I worship her breasts with my mouth, and I grab at her belt.

She helps me pull it off, and then I feel her jeans slip away from me. I look down to see her naked save for her panties, and I slide right down away from her breasts, bringing my face just inches from her soaked panties.

“Looks like you’re good and ready for me,” I say.

“Uh huh,” she says, squeezing her own breasts.

“You sure you want me to--”

She grabs my head and presses it against her. I open my mouth and press my tongue against her wetness through her panties.

She lets some of the pressure off my head, now that I’m doing what she wants, and I run my tongue up and down her wet pussy.

I leave her panties on, as I can more directly tongue her clit through her panties. Once it’s good and ready, I’ll tear them off and give it to her raw, just when she least expects it.

“You tasted so good, Jack,” she says, moaning as I eat her out.

“Not as good as you,” I say, sparing only a single breath’s time to speak, not wanting to leave my tongue off her for any longer than I must.

I run my hands up and down her legs as I eat her out, wanting to feel every inch of her body, but feeling like I don’t have time. We have all night, I remind myself. I’ll worry about what happens after tonight later. Right now, there’s only this moment.

When I can feel her clit swollen even through her panties, and when I hear her whines become increasingly desperate, I hook both of my thumbs through the thin fabric of her panties touching her hips. I leave my thumbs there as I continue to lick her for all I’m worth.

When she relaxes again, and when she’s midway through a whining moan, I pull as hard as I can.

The waist of her panties snaps off, and I grab hold and pull. I throw the torn panties off the bed, and like pulling a tablecloth off the table while the silverware and plates stay put, my tongue stays in place. In one fraction of a second, my tongue goes from being obstructed by the fabric to directly touching her soaking wet clit.

She screams so loud I’m worried the hotel staff might come knocking. Not that I’d give a shit if they did.

I taste her with a new intensity, and I drink up her soaking cum. It gets thick on my tongue, and I run it all back along her clit, getting it even wetter than before. Her hips start to buck and rise, and I squeeze her hips and ass, holding her low enough that she doesn’t move away from me.

“Jack!” she screams. “Oh, God, Jack, Jack, I don’t deserve this!”

I want to tell her she does. That she deserves everything I’m going to give her, but I don’t dare neglect her clit for even a second. She’s so close to cumming, I can’t risk it.

So I show her just how much she deserves it by sucking her good, but pressing my tongue against her as she screams and cums against my mouth. She’s gushing wet, and her body starts to convulse. She balls up her fists and pounds uselessly at the pillows and bed, and her back arches up and up, but I hold her hips down and eat her out good.

“Jack! Ahhh!”

She cums and cums, and finally she pushes me off her. “Too sensitive, you have to stop, Jack! Jack!”

I stay on her clit, but she finally convinces me to stop, and I laugh hard as I pull away.

Then I see her pussy, shaved clean except for a small strip, and soaking fucking wet. I stop laughing. All I can think about is how my dick is hard as a steel girder, and how good it will feel to bury all nine inches of it deep into that tight, wet hole.

I move toward her, and I slap my cock against her wet outer lips. She shudders, but looks up at me with eyes that are just begging me to fuck her. The sadness is still there, partly, but it’s buried deep.

I guide my cock toward her opening, but she covers it with her hand. “No, Jack, not like this.”

“How, then?” I ask, confused.

“Like this,” she says, flipping over. She brings her ass up into the air, moving onto her knees. Then she looks back at me, her green eyes locking on mine. She licks her lips. “Like this.”

I don’t even care at this point what position we are in, so long as I can feel that glorious pussy milking my cock. My balls ache for her, even though I already came once.

I slap a hand against her ass and squeeze, the tension all over my body increasing with longing, but mostly in my rock-hard cock.

I start to press against her outer lips, and she bends her body, forcing her ass even higher. Pressing herself into me.

I feel the wetness of her pressed warm against my cock, and then her soft lips part as my head slides inside. The warm embrace of her pussy squeezes against me, and my manhood trembles in anticipation of plunging deep inside her.

She moans as I enter her, she’s so fucking tight. I stop my entrance, giving her time to adjust to my girth.

“God, Jack,” she says. “It feels so fucking good inside me.”

It’s barely inside. How is it going to feel when I’m balls deep in there?

I grunt, unable to wait any longer. I press further in. I feel her skin tight and warm against mine, and I slide deeper inside her. I realize neither of us even considered a condom--she must be on birth control--but thank God, because I need to really feel her. This might be the only time we do this. I’m going back to Oregon tomorrow.

Though as I plunge my veiny shaft deeper into her, I wonder if I couldn’t stay another few days. I did just win $10,000 after all. Maybe a multi-day fuckfest would convince Elisabeth to take things more seriously. And maybe it would give me time to figure out whatever it is she’s hiding behind those eyes.

But for now, all I want to do is sink my cock all the way into her. I dig my fingers into the thick flesh of her ass, and I press further in, until finally I’m bedded fully inside her. There’s not even a half-inch of me that isn’t inside Elisabeth’s warm embrace. Only my balls are left out, but I pull her hips against me so that they rest warm against her skin.

We both shudder in ecstasy as the full weight of the penetration overtakes us, and then an animal urge to pump her raw overtakes me. I buck my hips, and as I pull my thick cock out of her in preparation for the first thrust, I see it’s soaked wet and white with her thick juices.

It feels and looks so good that I can’t help but let out a dry laugh, and then I slam my cock back inside her. My balls slap hard against her, and I feel the warm friction as I begin to pull out once again.

I start to fuck her from behind, pounding into her with slow, steady rhythm. I’ll wait until she begs me to go faster. For now, it’s more about endurance. It’s a waste of energy to pound a woman straight away: better to get her built up, than to use the energy you saved up to bring her over the edge.

I cup her breasts as I slide in and out of her. I tweak her nipples and run my hands all along her body, wanting to feel her as much as I can while we’re still together like this for the first time.

After each thrust, I leave my cock deep inside her and press. I flex it, pumping extra blood into it, letting her feel it expand within her. She moans each time I do this, and she flexes back, squeezing me with her insides.

My eyes roll back into my head, and I slide back out, then slam into her once again.

“Fuck me faster, Jack,” she says. “I need to cum all over your thick tree trunk.”

I laugh as I press deep into her. “What did I tell you about that? Not a good mental image for a lumberjack.”

“I thought you were joking,” she says.

“You really want me to go faster?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says. “Like this.”

She slides her knees back along the bed, and her ass falls flat with me still inside her. The new angle probably helps me to hit her g-spot, I realize. She’s totally flat on her stomach, and I’m entering her from what is nearly a 45-degree angle.

I dig my elbows and forearms into the bed, and I begin to thrust into her. I can really feel myself hitting her ass and jiggling it all over the place as my cock slides in and out of her pussy like a pneumatic jackhammer. She screams as I plunge in and out of her, sliding her white-hot cum all over my thick cock, and then plunging it all back inside her.

“Jack! Jack! Holy fuck!”

She bucks her hips against me, even as I pin her flat to the bed. She starts to scream, and then she grabs the pillow and wails into it, the soft pillow muffling her cries.

I don’t stop pounding her. I sit up enough so that I can grab her tiny waist and look down in wonder at her thick ass. I slide my hands down to her hips and pound in and out of her. There’s a wet smack of our combined cum with every thrust, and her stifled moans roar through the room even with the pillow muffling most of the sound.

I groan as she digs her elbows in and shakes her ass against me, moving as much as she can while pinned down. The heat rises as her pussy drips and flows like a raging and flooded river. She starts to convulse against me, and I pound her harder than ever when I feel her pussy seize up and squeeze me, milking me.

Sliding in and out of her with that increased tightness is too much, it’s like her body itself is doing everything it can to get the cum out of me, and I realize there’s no point resisting her body. I feel the same head rush from before, but even stronger this time, knowing that my seed is going to blast deep into her. Even though I know she’s gotta be on birth control, the primal feeling of my cum blasting into her makes the orgasm feel more intense than before.

My balls clench, and finally I feel the explosive release. She’s still screaming and wailing as I blast my first load deep inside her, and I never stop thrusting, not until she begs me to stop.

I fuck her with all I’ve got left as we come together, as my seed fills her up and over. I feel the cum leaking out of her as I slow my thrusts, as she begs me to stop.

I do stop, still inside her. I feel the residual clenching as her orgasm dies down. And when I look at her face on the pillow, drool is dripping out of her mouth. Her eyelids are heavy. I’ve fucked her into submission.

She seems so malleable right now, like I could just ask her point-blank what she’s hiding for me. I could tell her that whatever it is, it’s okay. We’ve joined together, and in this moment, we could solve and reconcile any differences together.

But I don’t want to ruin anything. I don’t want to shatter the moment, so I just lay there, my cock softening inside her.