Chapter 26
TWENTY-SIX
Axe Rider
Jack
Elle stared down at the axe for what seemed like fucking forever while I held my breath. She wouldn’t listen. My little Elle would defy me as she had always done, and she’d run out of my backyard, petrified by what I had demanded her to do.
I wanted to take her pussy. I knew her panties were drenched because I could smell Elle’s sweet scent with her being too fucking close to me.
I wanted her to stuff the handle of my smooth wooden axe right where I wanted my cock to be—rammed inside of her, penetrating her repeatedly until she whimpered, biting her damn lip and screaming my name through her pretty parted lips.
I wanted Elle from the moment I saw her in my fucking backyard in the tight dress she wore, displaying her much too plump thighs.
Jesus fucking Christ. I wanted to dig my fingers into her skin and pinch her until she inhaled sharply, her mouth forming an impressively wide O.
I’d run a hand up her fucking dress and rub her sensitive clit until she climaxed.
Then, by all that was unholy, I’d make her come all over again.
I’d ask God to forgive me for all my sins and to please make Noelle Evergreen someone else’s daughter because I wanted to fuck her senseless.
She wouldn’t walk straight for days after I was done with her.
She’d be off balance, wobbly. I’d prove who she belonged to, and, most importantly, she’d remember me.
I needed Elle like I required oxygen to breathe. She was inside me, sucking the life out of me and making me into a man I didn’t recognize. A desperate asshole, starved for her to resuscitate me with those succulent lips locked on mine in a life-changing kiss.
I couldn’t forget the sensation of her tender flesh since our mouths met last, and I urgently wanted to make out with her.
I had tried to hold back, but my goddamn princess was fucking obsessed.
She desired me as much as I lusted after her, and now we were at a standstill of giving in to our ultimate need, but I left the decision up to her.
Ride my damn axe handle. Prove to me she wasn’t daddy’s darling daughter and show me how much she wanted my old wrinkly ass. Which I kept extremely firm for my age with a ton of goddamn squats, by the way.
“I’m not.” Elle swallowed and glanced up at me. “I’m your girl. A woman who wants the man standing right in front of me. You, Jack. I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
Fuck me.
I expected Elle to take off, and for her to be disgusted with me. I figured she’d be gone in the blink of a fucking eye, leaving me with a boner to deal with, but she didn’t. Little Elle Evergreen had stayed.
I was a goddamn goner when Elle let her delicate shoulders fall back, and her jacket slipped off into the snow.
Her eyes never wavered from me while she pulled the clasp at the side of her dress and let the zipper slide down until there was nowhere else for it to go.
She revealed one bare shoulder at a time to the bitter elements, and my dick throbbed.
I was hard as she slowly undressed, and I admired the beautiful process.
There was a goddess before me, unmasking her perfect curves and every square inch of her flawless skin.
I loosened my grip on the back of Elle’s neck, but I didn’t let her go—I couldn’t. I wanted to keep skin to skin contact, to hold her near and have her body flush up against me while I made her mine.
Elle was amazing, with her cinnamon eyes shimmering in the sun.
The dress fell lower, revealing a black bra, and I inhaled sharply.
A groan crept up my throat while the monster inside of me wanted to escape, and I held the creature back, unsure of how much longer I could contain it.
The savage need to have her was strong, a fucking wild force bound to take her, but she had to obey first, and holy shit, was she ever.
Elle was listening while I released her and observed every move she made for me.
There was no turning back once her dress hit the snow, and she stood in front of me, exposed to the elements.
Her cheeks rosy, her mouth parted, and her warm breath condensing in the air.
Each puff produced a slight shiver of her body while she quivered in full-blown lust of what she was about to do.
“Take off your fucking panties,” I commanded hoarsely.
Elle glanced down at herself while her hands slid down her skin, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. Fuck. I was dryer than the fucking desert.
My princess had me hot and in dire need of her, but all I could do was watch her while she pulled down her seductive thong and showed me her world.
The place I wanted to explore between her legs further than any man had gone before—because she was mine.
No one else would have her once I was through with her.
I had high confidence that little Elle Evergreen would never want another dick except mine.
“There.” Elle sighed and dropped her underwear to the ground.
Elle stared at me while she swung one leg over my axe handle, and her most sensitive area grazed the wood. Fuck. I licked my lips and ran a hand over my mouth. She mounted the curve so damn well, just like I’d told her. Goddamn, Elle was such a good girl.
Elle bit her lip, waves of uncertainty washed over her face, but she kept going. She was extremely slick that the wood glistened with her wetness. She went to push the handle inside of her.
“Wait,” I barked and held up a hand.
Elle paused, breathing heavily while she glanced down at the axe. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No. Fuck, no, Elle, you’re perfect,” I answered while I peered down at her hairless cunt. “But wood can’t go in dry, princess.”
“Oh...” Elle gasped as I lifted her off her full mount and she glanced down at the handle.
Elle hesitated for an entire sixty seconds before she locked eyes with me.
“Go on...” I encouraged her with a head nod. “Pucker up and fucking spit on it.”
Elle obeyed while I watched her saliva dribble down onto the wood, and a shudder ran through me. Christ. She made me randy.
“Attagirl,” I praised her.
Elle mounted my axe handle a second time, but she didn’t wait.
She closed her heated eyes, let the wood in between her slick thighs, and gasped through parted lips.
My balls tightened up against me. She moved.
Precum shot in my pants. Fuck, I was down bad for her.
The sounds she made had me excited, and the sight of her slowly giving in to my command made me itch to get my dick wet.
I held back.
Instead, I reached out for the clasp of Elle’s bra and unfastened it.
The material flung open as the fabric piece fell down her arms and into the snow.
I ran my hands over her bare backside, and goosebumps awakened across her skin.
She shivered as she hoisted her pussy upward on the handle and whimpered as her head flung back.
Her eyes remained closed, unable to look at me as I viewed her in ecstasy, and she grabbed hold of my waist for support.
My backside brushed against the shed I used for storage.
Elle rode the wood deeper.
“Oh, fuck, Jack...” Elle hissed through clenched teeth as she rested her forehead against my chest. “It’s too damn big. I can’t do this.”
The warmth of her unsteady breaths tingled against my skin, and her resistance lit a fire in me. The flames swirled out of control and heat rose along with my determination to make her come.
“Ease back into it slowly...” I encouraged her and watched her steadily listen. “That’s it.”
Goddamn. Elle stretched perfectly around the object as she hit a new depth, and I enjoyed the view from above. The pleasant angle of her hips, the curve of her ass, and the placement of her spine.
“Shit,” she moaned.
Elle stopped moving when she got back up to the tip of the handle. A shudder ran through her body. Fuck. She couldn’t give up because she was much closer to giving in to me.
“Why the fuck aren’t you moving?” I pinched my fingernails into the skin of her plump ass. “I told you to ride my fucking axe, Elle. Ride.”
I slapped her perfectly round cheek and watched the wave jiggle over her skin. Elle whimpered. She bit her teeth into my flesh. Holy fuck! She had quite the jaws on her. I hissed at the sensation, but I wouldn’t let her get off easily.
I bit her back. Sunk my enamel into her shoulder and heard her suck in a breath. Good. The sound of her pleasurable pain satisfied me.
“Fuck!” Elle cried out as she released my skin.
I trailed my hands up her backside, reliving every inch of her flawless skin and enjoying every second with her.
Elle flung her head back as she heeded my order and pushed her pussy back onto my handle.
Shit. She took the plunge. The wood went in much deeper, and her eyes shot open.
The brown swirls were full of surprise and intense passion.
“Yes. Take it. You can do it, princess.” I worshipped her nipples and kneaded them between my fingers.
I watched Elle thrust her hips cowgirl style, and the sight was worth a million punches to the face.
The exact amount her father would give me for doing this to his daughter, but, shit, she’d done it willingly.
I had given her a choice, and she’d taken the reins with determination to have me.
Elle had proven she’d do anything for me and to hell with Daddy.
“Jack...” Elle begged me while she rode. “I want your cock. Please?”
Fuck. Elle was so goddamn pretty. She moaned while she pleaded for more, and I kissed her mouth. My tongue danced with hers in a heated fury only to nibble at her lower lip and release it.
“I’ll fuck you, all in good time,” I replied against her mouth and yanked her ponytail to the side, exposing her neck to my lips. “I want you to sweat, to be wet and shuddering in the middle of an orgasm as soon as I stick my dick in.”