7. Knox
KNOX
I t feels good to hoist something so precious.
Something besides logs.
Something so fucking sexy and warm, with her gasps and giggles music in my ears.
I carry her up Eagle’s Crown in a Fireman’s Carry, but carefully, the way a man carries something precious and fragile, and at the same time, mine. Always mine.
The trees thin as we crest a rise, and there it is. My favorite place.
Well... one of many.
A ledge that drops off into a valley of green. Pines stretching forever. A ribbon of river flashing silver far below. The sky is wide and endless above us and best of all, there are no cabins, no people, no eyes. Just me, my mountain, and now... her.
I set Lily on her feet and she wobbles, eyes wide, lips parting. I stare down at her, resisting the urge to take another mind-drugging kiss, then turn her around so she takes it in.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispers.
“It’s mine,” I growl, stepping close, pressing her back toward the flat warm rock at the edge. “And now you are too.”
Her blush spreads, but she doesn’t step away. “You can’t just say things like that.”
“Can’t I?” I cage her in with my arms, leaning close until her breath hitches. “You think you’re leaving here, petal? Not a chance. Not after I’ve tasted you. Not after I’ve felt how your body begs for mine.”
She trembles, but it’s not fear making her quake. There’s a simmer in her eyes, and I watch, as I dare her to refuse me, it builds and builds and builds.
Her thighs press together for a moment, denying me while denying herself. My cock thickens, straining, and I grind it against her hip just so she knows how hard she’s got me.
“You’re too much,” she whispers. “Too big, too?—”
“Too what?” I rasp. “Too rough? Too jealous? Too obsessed?”
Her eyes flick up to mine and damn, that defiance sparks. “All of it.”
I grin, feral. “Good for you to know all of that now, petal. Because none of it is changing. And you... you’re going to take all of it, like the good, cock-hungry girl you are, aren’t you?”
Her eyes drop to my crotch and she makes a rough little sound at the back of her throat. But then, my brave petal starts to part her sweet thighs.
One inch. Five.
I don’t fucking hesitate.
I strip her T-shirt off, tug the boxers that have been guarding her pussy for me down and off slowly, delaying the moment I see her spread wide open and naked against my rock with the mountainside at her back.
Sunlight paints her golden, and I swear I’ve never seen anything more perfect. I pick her up long enough to toss down the T-shirt so she doesn’t get more scratches or bruised.
Then, when she’s laid out like my very own, thank you, God, sacrifice, I pull down my fly, fist my cock, and stroke it, letting her see the sheer size of what’s about to split her open.
Her eyes widen, nervous, but I grab her chin with my free hand, force her to look at me.
“You didn’t answer me. You want me to drag it out of you or are you scared, petal?”
“A little bit scared.”
“Good. A little fear makes it sweeter. But you’ll learn—I’ll never break what’s mine. So I’m going to get you nice and wet and slippery now, hmm?”
I sink to my knees, shove her thighs wide, and bury my mouth against her pussy. She moans, high and helpless even as her hands fist hard in my hair. I pluck and pinch her dark pink nipples as I lick and suck until she’s thrashing, begging, coming undone on my tongue again.
Nice and fast, just the way I want her this first time.
When she’s panting, boneless and dripping, I slide one finger inside her, groan at the tiny aftershocks clenching around my finger.
Jesus, she’s snug.
The thought of burying even half of my rod inside her makes me pant. I control my breathing, fucking her slowly with one finger until she’s moaning low again. Then I add another.
Her thighs twitch, like they have a mind to close on me.
Fucking chance of that happening. “Open for me, baby. Nice and wide, just like the petal you are. Let the sun and your Bear worship you,” I croon, absently noticing that I’m using more words than I’ve used in the past year. But she’s worth it.
I push a little deeper and she cries out, but her thighs stay open, her eyes fluttering but staying on me as I fuck her with my fat fingers. When I brush that clump of nerves, she jerks and shudders.
I tease her there again and again until she’s a whiny mess. Until her neglected clit is engorged. And while I’d love nothing more than to toss that ripe cherry of a fat clit between tongue and teeth, I need her next climax to be with me buried deep inside her cunt.
So I rise, step out of my boots, and peel off my jeans.
“Open wider for Bear, baby,” I grunt.
She obeys, her feet planting on the rock as I surge up over her.
My cock dripping, I press the head to her entrance, and work two inches inside, nice and fast.
She gasps, claws at my chest.
“Shhhh, easy now. Just the tip,” I rasp, sliding in slow, stretching her inch by crazy delicious inch. “That’s what I said last time. But today... you’re going to take more. I’ve worked that pretty cunt nice and good, haven’t I?”
A snarled sound works free of her throat as I press another inch into her strangling heat.
“Arrgh!” Her nails drag down my pecs, leaving red trails. Pain sparks, and I groan, hold still, fight the need to grind harder.
“Fuck, do that again.”
Her head thrashes on the rock. “W-what?”
“Scratch me. Hurt me good. Be rough, baby. I can take it.”
Her eyes flare wide in surprise and a little alarm and she looks down at the fingers digging into my flesh. Then she shakes her head.
My stubborn, beautiful petal.
I pull back and thrust deeper, and she snarls and rakes her nails over my shoulders. I growl, rutting harder, her tight heat clamping down around me.
“That’s it. Yes. Mark me. Show me I’m yours too.”
Her eyes grow wider at my words. Hesitation battles heat, then she slaps my chest, timid at first. My cock throbs inside her.
“Harder,” I growl. “Go feral for your Bear.”
She does.
She slaps me as hard as her puny hand can manage, but the sound still cracks satisfyingly through the mountain air, and my hips jerk, driving another inch into her. I roar, half feral, kissing her hard.
“Oh m-m-my God,” she gasps against my mouth. “You like it. You really?—”
“Love it,” I bite out. “You giving me what no one else ever dared. Every woman wanted to tame me, make me gentle. But you—fuck, you’re perfect.”
Something shifts in her eyes then, power sparking bright. She grabs a fistful of my hair, yanks my head back, and she slaps me harder yet.
And the fucking amazing thing? I feel her gush, and I sink another desperate inch inside her.
She screams as I stretch her to breaking point, but she slaps me again.
And again.
And a-fucking-gain.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan, every muscle locking as she takes me deeper, her slick body stretching around me. “That’s it, flower. More. Use me. Abuse me as you gush for me. Take your Bear deeper. One more inch.”
Her moans echo off the rocks, raw and vocal, as she begins to roll her hips, meeting my desperate thrusts, testing her strength against my size.
Every slap of my rock-hard balls against her ass, her body against mine, drives me closer to the edge. My vision blurs, the mountain itself trembling with our sounds.
“Say it,” I rasp, gripping her ass, holding her still so I can pound the most sublime pussy in the world. “Tell me what you want.”
Her voice breaks into the open air, shameless and loud. “I want you to fuck me, Bear. I want another inch.”
The words detonate in my chest.
I look down, and there’s still four inches left. I slam in, revel in her shrillest scream and the lurch of pain across her face. I stop long enough to tangle our tongues, to receive her scratch and desperate slap for using her like this.
Then I go again, burying another brutal inch, and she screams as I finally split her open completely. Her nails sink into my back, her teeth graze my shoulder, and I lose myself, fucking her against the rock until neither of us can breathe.
Her climax rips through her first, her body clenching so tight it drags me over the edge. I roar her name into the sky as I spill inside her, filling her so deep I know she’ll be leaking my seed for days.
When it’s over, I hold her close, my forehead pressed to hers, our chests heaving. “You did so good, petal. So fucking good.”
“Yes,” she whispers, all sultry power and cum-drunk. “I took my Bear.”
Something far too incredible to name surges fast and high in my chest.
The mountain air is sharp and clean, but she’s sweeter.
I’ve never let anyone see this place. Never wanted to share it.
But now it’s hers.