Free TIMBER: The Bad Boy's Baby by Frankie Love Page B

be taken hard and fast.
    Her breath catches as I lean in to kiss her, but she doesn’t push me away.
    Her lips are sweet and I press my tongue in her mouth, tasting her as I run my hands through her hair, pulling her closer to me.
    She looks up, into my eyes. “Shouldn’t we talk?”
    “You wanna talk right now?”
    She shakes her head, her eyes close, and I can imagine this woman has had a fucking long six weeks, what with her screwed-up family and freaky fiancé. I’ll make her forget all those worries for a while.
    I unzip her jacket and tug it off. Lifting the hem of her shirt I raise it over her head, without saying a motherfucking word.
    “Out here? Will someone see?” Harper is so fucking on edge, I’m taking it as my responsibility to get her to loosen up.
    “Honey, no one’s out here. Now let me fuck you. I know that’s what you want. What you need.”
    She nods her head, ekes out the slightest moan, and I toss her shirt to the forest floor.
    Her tits are as perfect as I remembered, but fuck me now, they seem to have doubled in size since I saw her last.
    “They’re swollen ... because of the ... well, because. Be soft?” Harper’s inflection sends a chill down my spine. She’s not like any woman I’ve ever met—she’s more tender, more pure. She fucking needs a man to take control, and I will.
    “Oh. I’ll be soft with your tits, but nothing else.” I pull down the lace of her white bra and then bring her perfect hard nipple into my mouth, suck it slowly, before moving to the other one. Harper’s body is so primed for this moment. Her back arches in response; her legs spread subconsciously. “I bet you’ve been thinking of my massive cock for six weeks straight.”
    She doesn’t answer, just bites her lip, hiding a smile. And I know she has been dreaming of it. Of me.
    “You touch yourself at night?” I ask. “Remembering my wood, how it filled you up and made you drip?”
    “I did, Jaxon,” she moans as I press my hand down the front of her pants, under her soaked panties, fingering her soft folds. Oh, Harper has been thinking about my cock all right. Her pussy is fucking swollen with desire.
    “Good, because I’ve been thinking of your pussy—how good you taste, how hard you got me—every day, too.”
    “I thought you had lots of women out here?”
    “Naw,” I say, shaking my head as I rub her clit until her head falls back in delight. “I don’t bring women out here. I left that behind in the city. Out here, I’ve only had you. I prefer to play by my own fucking rules, be my own man. And most women don’t understand that.”
    She wraps her arms around my neck, pulls herself closer to me, grinding into my stiff wood. “Fuck me, Jaxon. Out here, in the wild. I like you out here, untamed.”
    Her words fill me with confidence, not like I motherfucking need it. I know how well I fuck, but I like taking Harper. She likes to compliment, to tell me what kind of man I am.
    Her hands squeeze my bare back; my solid chest is against hers. Stepping back, I unbuckle my jeans, tug them down, and reveal my hardness for her. She sucks in air, the same way she did before, and shakes her head as if she can’t believe it.
    “Oh, Jaxon, just looking at it makes me so ... so ….”
    “Wet?”
    “Exactly.” She steps out of her shoes, pulls off her leggings and panties—and she must have known today would end in a good fucking, because her pussy is nice and trimmed, ready for me to lick her clean.
    Her feet step gingerly on the grassy bank, but I won’t let her get dirty. I lift her up at the waist, her legs wrapping around me. Massive pine trees surround us, the forest is full of birds chirping and water flowing in the creek. The deer family is long gone, but I am sure some critters are around here watching us. I fucking hope they are. They can watch and learn.
    I press my cock into her opening. I know we got here fast, but it’s chilly out here, and this woman is fucking pregnant.