My humans are happy. They have been happy for quite some time now, I realize, however now it’s different. A lot happened after my Molly moved in. They got married (and I was the ring bearer - I’ll leave my email address at the bottom of this post, because you can hire me for your wedding. I’m well behaved and an excellent ring bearer according to the many humans who attended the wedding) and we spend a lovely honeymoon in the Bahama’s. 

While the humidity wasn’t very nice for my fur (nor for my Molly’s hair, as that frizz became quite untamable), it was nice to be somewhere else. New scents, new people, new impressions.

And once we got back from our honeymoon, life continued on, however my Molly quit her job as a secretary and works as a barista in the cafe my humans had their first date at. It’s better for her, because now she’s happy.

 Truly happy.

In hindsight, I am happy the man with the odor harassed us that day, because without my Molly, I don’t know how my human would’ve been. I bet he wouldn’t be as happy as he is now. In the years I had been working closely with him and he was the only human around in the house, I had grown accustomed to this lone wolf. But he has flourished since my Molly came around. 

And I thank her every day for that. 

A few months after the wedding, I noticed some changes. My Molly started to smell a bit different and I felt this need to protect her and her little cub she had in her stomach. And then the tears came, when she realized she was with child (took them both quite a while to figure it out, but hey, you can’t be good at anything, like yours truly). My human was happy. Scared, sure, but also very happy. 

Nights were spend on the couch, my human talking to my Molly’s stomach, pressing kisses on it. They were kinda goofy (and with them, I mean my human, because he is a mushy mess).

And now, I have three humans in my pack. My first human, my Molly and their little cub named Sawyer Syverson. Sawyer is really sweet and he likes to cuddle with me, just like I enjoy cuddling with him. Besides, whenever he ate something, there are tons of left overs for me to gulp down, which makes him almost my favorite human (though it’s impossible to choose between three lovely humans). 

He is now around two and a half years old and sleeps by himself in a big boy bed, but I accompany him when I sense he has a bad dream or is scared, by jumping in the bed with him and letting him curl up against me. 

While I am definitely growing older and my retirement is near, I do not worry. Not in the slightest, because I know for a fact my humans would never let me go. Sure, a new young one will probably take over my work, but I have my home here. 

Forever and ever.

And these, my fellow furry friends, were the tales of love of my humans. I hope you enjoyed them.

- Axel the guide dog 🐾

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Obviously you had called the number once you got home. You had made arrangements for later that evening (which basically meant around eleven in the evening) and you secretly sneaked back in the hotel and slipped in his room. Henry looked smashing as always: the blazer that matched his slacks, his tie in his hands and the first two buttons of his shirt open, revealing a little bit of chest hair. 

He hadn’t said a lot to you since you got there. A feverish kiss when you walked in, an order for you to take off all your clothes and now he was taking his sweet time, leaving you desperately waiting in anticipation. 

And here you were: butt naked on his bed. Because you couldn’t help yourself, you’d had the most disgusting fantasies since you gave him that blowjob and it had worked you up all day. He probably would have his opinion about the drenching mess between your legs too, but he kept it in for now. 

His jacket now on the back of the chair, his Oxford loafers next to the bed and he got on the mattress with you. Still without words, he positioned you in front of the mirror, your legs spread apart and gosh, you were almost embarrassed. It was so vulnerable, looking at yourself like this, especially because your cunt was glistering. 

He scoffed with a smirk, keeping his opinions about your drenched state to himself, before he placed your legs over his, so you’d keep them spread out wide, which granted him easy access. His large hand squeezed your inner thighs and you took a sharp breath, as his fingers were drawing closer to your burning center, but still remained—in your opinion: unacceptable—distance from it. 

‘Please,’ you whispered, breaking the silence between you. ‘Touch me.’

‘Why?’ 

You were going to do this? 

‘I need it.’

You’ve had your fair share of sexual endeavors, however never had you sounded so needy. Normally, you’d felt embarrassed, but now you didn’t. 

‘You do know what you’re asking, right?’ Henry asked. ‘Because if I start, I cannot stop.’

‘I don’t care.’

And then it happened. The tip of his finger teased your slit, bumping into your clit, before it slid entirely inside. You gasped at the sudden intrusion and because of your current state, he quickly added another. 

He knew what he was doing. His fingers worked his magic, he pushed your buttons in a way you yourself could never achieve. No one could achieve this. You dug your fingers in his thighs and he chuckled at your desperation. The familiar buzzing already drew closer, just like your eyes were nearly rolling back. ‘Henry,’ you whimpered, ‘I— I am close.’

‘I can tell,’ he chuckled darkly and if you heard correctly: a little condescending, which only made you more horny. Great, like you hadn’t reached that limit already. ‘Ask nicely and I might just indulge you.’

You almost orgasmed on the spot. ‘Can I cum? Please?’

He hummed in approval. ‘You can.’

Not caring that anyone could hear you, you moaned out loud as your hips bucked up to meet his fingers. His other hand took a gentle hold of your chin, after you rode out your high. He did not stop, he told you that and he kept his word. ‘Look at yourself,’ he said. ‘Come on.’

You obliged, however it wasn’t easy. Through the mirror, you watched Henry’s bicep flex as he continued to get you towards the edge again, to let you cum once more.

And it wasn’t challenging for him at all, because here you were, right at his mercy, coming undone underneath his touch again. Your juices squirted passed his fingers, drenched the sheets and nearly hit the mirror. 

And then he thankfully took pity on you. 

You’re desperately trying to catch your breath, as you leaned against Henry’s broad frame, who by the way appeared totally unbothered. Like he didn’t just fingerfuck the daylight out of you. 

The tent in his slacks however were unable to hide the fact how much this turned him on.

You pushed your legs together, as you turned slightly in between his strong and thick legs. You gently palmed his cock through the fabric. ‘Fuck me,’ you then whispered.

He smirked. ‘You sure about that?’

‘Yes,’ you nodded. ‘More than sure.’

You could’ve expected being absolutely ravished by Henry, but nothing had prepared you for his thick cock buried in between your walls. He had pushed you deep into the mattress, his enormous frame caging you in. Your legs were tightly wrapped around his hips as you felt him plunging in deep. 

Strained moans were caught in your throat. The one thing you could do was stare in his beautiful eyes, hold his handsome and perfect face in your hands. 

Kiss me you thought. Allow me to feel those lips one more time. 

But he didn’t. He didn’t kiss you and you were with your head too deep in the clouds to actually take initiative. 

You fluttered around his cock and as you turned into a shuddering mess underneath him, he once against gently held your chin, forcing you to look at him. 

‘Can’t believe the hotel maid is a slut,’ he whispered. ‘Taking me like it’s absolutely nothing.’

Unable to utter out a coherent sentence, you only softly moaned.

And then he filled you up. His hips stuttering as ropes of cum were painting your walls white. He stilled his movements, bottoming out once again inside of you. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he took a deep breath before he pulled out. One more smack on your thigh, before he announced: ‘I’m going to take a shower.’

♧ ♧ ♧

Months later, you were sitting behind your desk, your laptop open in front of you, the cursor appearing and disappearing. After you came back to his hotel room, you showered together and then you made your way out. Three more times had you met up with him. Three more times had he fucked you. You remember each time clearly. Twice from behind, your bottom fiery red by the countless spanks provided by him and one last time as he lazily leaned against the headboard, watching you riding his cock.

Not a lot of words were shared. Just a handful of sloppy kisses.

And now you were staring at the form. Share your confession. You had already sent in multiple confessions and each one had appeared on the gossiping forum.

Confession: I caught a hot actor masturbating.

Confession: I was fucked into tomorrow by same hot actor

And here you were again. Should you share it? 

You had been trying to call Henry for quite some time now, however the number he gave you, wasn’t in use anymore. There was no way of contacting him. Sure, sliding in his DM’s was a possibility, but you decided against it. 

So, you started typing and after double checking for spelling errors, you send in your confession. It took around three minutes before it appeared on the forum.

Confession: I got pregnant by the hot actor.

♧ ♧ ♧

As you were waiting for another minute to pass, before you could do another set on the abductor inner thigh, when a man with a dog sat across from you on the abductor for the outer thigh, approximately ten feet away from you. You saw it instantly: the sunglasses, the guide dog. This man was visually impaired.

The dog was sweet, not in the way for anyone at all and because you knew you weren’t supposed to pet them or even acknowledge them really, you averted your eyes, which was hard, since dogs pulled you in like a magnet. 

The guts of the man to come here, all by himself. You applauded him for it. 

However, this man didn’t came in here unnoticed. The same man who always shamelessly ogled you, now thought it was appropriate to make his way over to the man and his guide dog. The man across from you—who was by the way super fucking handsome—must’ve felt someone approaching him. ‘Yes?’ he asked, his voice low and deep.

Mister Disgusting lured at the dog. ‘Cute dog,’ he said.

‘Thank you. Please do not pet him. He’s working.’

‘Come on,’ Disgusting said. ‘Just one pet.’

The attractive man said something, however you couldn’t overhear. What you could see though, was that Disgusting had no intention of moving away.

You feared you actually had to do something about this. You pushed yourself from the equipment and made your way to the pair. ‘Excuse me,’ you said, ‘you really shouldn’t pet the dog. Like the owner said, he’s working.’

‘So?’

The audacity of this man to be this ignorant is bold to say the least.

‘It’s on his gear,’ you explained. When it remained totally blank behind mister Disgusting’s eyes, you clarified by saying: ‘No petting.’

The man seemed torn in going away and staying put. 

While the man whose dog it was kept calm and explained why the canine must be left alone, you were losing your patience, especially when it became obvious the dog became visibly uneasy. 

‘Have you ever heard the story about the practices of ancient castration?’ you then asked. You had discovered over the years that bringing up castration had a 90 percent success rate of making men disappear, especially when you add a certain look to it.

And it proved to work, because he scooted away, leaving you alone with the handsome man.

‘I’m really sorry,’ you said. ‘That idiot doesn’t take no for an answer. Clearly.’

He chuckled. ‘Thanks for stepping in.’

‘Sure, no problem. I’m Y/N, by the way.’

‘I’m Sy and this is Axel.’ Before you could answer, he asked: ‘So, ancient castration?’ 

‘Works like a charm,’ you laughed.

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Sy and Axel soon became your favorite pair to hang out with. During your first date, you went to a cute little cafe, drank coffee, tried tons of bonbons and made a stroll through the park. Despite his inability to see, Sy was the most amazing man you had ever met. Thoughtful, attentive and you had never felt so understood, so noticed. He was the absolute gentleman, insisted on paying, walked on the street side of the curb and gave you his jacket when you were shivering.

However, he also didn’t mind you helping him out. Asking if he had the right card to pay, if he had anything on his face. 

Because of the fact he couldn’t see, you let him touch your hand, as he paid attention to every detail. Your slightly crooked finger after you broke it once, the rings you wore. He noticed it all.

And now you were about to visit his place for the first time and you were slightly nervous.

You ringed the bell and it didn’t take long before the door opened. Axel wasn’t wearing his harness in the safety of his own place, meaning you could pet him. It was actually the first time you met up with Axel when he wasn’t working. Despite being the prime example of concentration during working hours, Sy admitted the canine loved hearing your voice when you would FaceTime after dates, getting all excited.

Finally you could drop to your knees. ‘Hi Axel,’ you squealed, scraping him behind his ears, giving him a kiss on top of his head. Axel’s tail wagged like crazy and you feared he was going to break it.

‘You’re happy to see her, boy?’ Sy asked with a chuckle, feeling the tail against his leg.

The dog stepped back and you stood up straight. 

Only now you realized he was wearing a pink apron with white hearts on it. ‘Hi Sy,’ you said, ‘you look dapper with the apron on. You do know it’s pink with hearts?’

‘I am aware,’ he noted with a smile, holding out his hand. You took it with a smile and you walked inside. ‘My friends gave it to me as a joke.’ You two made your way to the kitchen and he added: ‘I’ve got you one too. The girl in the store said it was red, orange and yellow.’

‘The girl was correct,’ you said, as you put it on. ‘Okay, now tell me: what are we going to cook?’

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After a sublime dinner, you two crashed on the couch, Axel chewing on a little snack, his tail lazily wagging. You had placed your elbow on the backrest of the couch, as you had turned sideways, so you could look at him. Sy had once again found your hand, his fingers tracing your own.

‘So,’ Sy said, ‘I went to the gym today.’

‘Oh, how was it?’

‘That man was there again,’ he continued, ‘I kinda smelled him before I heard him.’

Ew, gross. ‘He does carry a very particular, not so pleasant odor with him.’ You tilted your head. ‘Did he bother you again?’

‘A little, but I kinda mentioned how my girlfriend had never finished telling him about the procedures of ancient castration.’

You started to laugh, however you were quick to realize he said something strange, besides the ancient castration. ‘Wait a minute, your girlfriend?’ You asked. ‘Sy, do you see me as your girlfriend?’

He blushed a little and you couldn’t stop your squeals, as you nearly launched yourself on top of him, wrapping your arms tightly around him. 

‘You want me to be your girlfriend?’

Sy chuckled. ‘I’d love for you to be my girlfriend,’ he said. ‘I haven’t felt this normal since I lost my eyesight. You… You are perfect.’

You pressed a kiss on his cheek. ‘You’re perfect too, Sy,’ you whispered. ‘Would you mind if I kissed you?’

He shook his head. ‘No, I wouldn’t mind at all.’

Right when you wanted to press your lips on his, Axel jumped on the two of you, his tongue first licking your face, before he went to Sy.

‘Ah, you big fella,’ Sy said. ‘You really are being the biggest cockblock, aren’t you? I was about to kiss my girlfriend.’

It earned him a little howl. 

‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ you chuckled. ‘And because you are so darling, I will refrain myself from any castration comments, though you already went through that procedure, didn’t you?’

He barked again, happily giving you two more sloppy kisses.

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You took this job, because you needed the money. There were only a few upsides to this job and fun wasn’t one of it. Time spend cleaning up, was mostly spend listening to music, as you did what you had to do: clean up.

With your AirPods plugged in your ears, you bring the card to the reader and the door unlocks for you. This was the final room for your shift and you wanted it to be over with real bad. 

You made your way inside, closing the door behind you, your hands full of cleaning supplies. Your cart had given up on you at the beginning of the shift and because there was no spare, this ought to do it for now. 

It was a quick clean up, no changing bed sheets so for that you forever grateful. You walk further into the room, before your eyes fall on something totally unexpected.

You let out a loud scream, when you realize and can finally comprehend what you had just seen: Henry Cavill—the actor Henry Cavill—naked on his bed, whilst masturbating. You stumble back, trip over the little trash bin, while he also lets out a scream, covering himself up, maintaining some of his modesty. 

He is huge, you think to yourself. They weren’t lying when they called his precious package the kraken. Oh gosh.

‘I’m so sorry, mister Cavill,’ you say, desperate to find your AirPod after it fell on the floor. ‘I thought I had to clean the room. There was so sign on it to tell me otherwise.’

He has yet to say something else, however you can’t get the Superman sized manhood you just saw out of your mind. Finally you find your earphone, before you try to collect your cleaning supplies that has scattered all over the floor. 

You had to look him in the eye eventually, right?

‘I apologize,’ he says, ‘for neglecting to put a sign on the door.’

You stand up and despite trying not to look, you couldn’t help but notice that bulge coming from underneath the blankets and as of right now, you have difficulties mainting a professional facade.

Besides: you are a wet and horny mess as we speak.

Moments go by where the two of you aren’t saying anything. The only thing you can hear, is his deep breaths and your own heartbeat. ‘I should go,’ you say, though you do not take a step. Your mind is wandering and you even find yourself thinking: This is how porn starts.

You’re not making it better for yourself. 

And then something changes in his eyes. Shame turns into lust. Humiliation turns into desire. 

Who is going to take the first step? 

‘You need help?’ 

Apparently you’re taking the first step. You cannot believe that question just left your lips. You honestly asked The Henry Cavill if he needs help? Maybe you’ve watched too much porn, to think a question like that can just leave your lips without people being freaked out.

Before however you can say something alone the lines of never mind, I’ll just go and never come back, he says: ‘Sure.’

Okay, now you need to act like you’ve got this all under control. You’re good at blowjobs. You can give him that once in a lifetime blowjob. A core memory. Raise the bar for every bed partner that is to follow you. You place your AirPods on the desk and make your way over to him, dropping on your knees on the side of the bed, while he is sitting on the edge, feet planted next to you on both sides. 

‘Just don’t tell anyone,’ he says.

You shake your head, eager to take him in your mouth. ‘It’s our little secret,’ you whisper, before wrapping your lips around his cock. He slides deeper in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. However, nothing fazes you. Much to his own surprise, you manage to take him all in, your nose hitting his pubes and he lets out the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard.

You squeeze your legs together, desperate for some friction. 

‘Good girl,’ Henry praises you and you physically were unable to stop the moan that escapes your lips. He hisses, taking a handful of your hair, slightly pulling you back, so forcing you to look at him. His eyes are slightly hooded, almost like he’s one step out of this world. 

You feel your jaw aching, however you do not give up. You are going to give this man the greatest blowjob he has ever had.

His breathing become more erratic, as you use your hand to pump the rest of his shaft. Judging from the most beautiful and hot sounds he makes—you’ll dream about it tonight probably—he is close. He bucks his hips up against you, as his seed fills your mouth. However, it catches you slightly off guard and the huge amount spills passed the corners of your mouth, mixed with your drool from your chin to your chest. You swallow what is left in your mouth and when you want to catch a breath, Henry leans over, planting his lips firmly on yours, not caring that his own semen is smeared on your lips as well. 

Instead, he holds your face in his hands, opening his mouth and your tongues dance around each other. You place your hands on his toned thighs, pushing yourself close against him. 

‘Maybe you should get cleaned,’ he whispers after he let you go slightly.

You nod, realizing you have to clock out soon. You’re unable to verbalize it, still slightly out of breath.

After you cleaned yourself up and made yourself decent again, Henry has put on a pair of boxers and in just that is now standing in front of you. With your hand full of supplies, he places his pointer finger on your chin, lifting up your head. ‘Our little secret, right?’

You nod. ‘Of course, sir.’

He presses an open mouth kiss on your lips and you melt against his frame. He slips something in your hand. It’s a card, with his number on it. ‘I’m here for one more week,’ he says. ‘I’d like to do at least something in return just once.’

‘I’ll text you later on,’ you whisper, desperate to experience that something in return. ‘We can arrange something.’

He chuckles as he pats your bottom. ‘That’s my girl.’ 

♧ ♧ ♧

This was already the best time of your life. You were in your senior year of college and finally, you had found the time—and money—to be part of a real spring break. It was filled with booze, with dancing and all while wearing different types of bikini’s, matching it with cute flip-flops, shorts and skirts.

And now, you were sitting—totally illegal and in the wrong attire—on a jet ski with your friends, all soaring over the waters. You screamed in excitement. This was so much fun. You were far of shore, however closing in on a yacht. You slowed down your jet ski and looked up. It appeared to be a party on there. Your friends and the jet ski’s were making quite the tumultuous noise, causing the guests to look over the railing, down at you. They seemed fancy and a few guys were talking to someone else, clearly eager to get your friends on board. 

They managed to succeed. Three guys helped the four of you with making sure the jet ski’s won’t drift away and after you left your dirty flip flops on the bottom of the stairs, you and your friends made your way to where the real party happened.

It wasn’t the booze fest you had been part of for the last few days. It was fancier in everything. The music, the drinks and the appetizers. You were almost afraid that what you wore screamed “tacky spring breaker”.

Your friends all gained the utmost attention of the three guys who had helped you all on the yacht. Their loafers were probably worth more than your monthly rent. 

To say you were feeling slightly out of place was a gross understatement. You grabbed something to drink and plopped on a very fancy lounge like couch. You took a sip, when you heard someone clearing their throat next to you.

There was someone sitting next to you? You had totally missed that, as you were drowning in self pity. ‘I’m sorry,’ you said, looking to your side only to make eye contact with the most handsome man you had ever seen. In between his brown hairs, were streaks of grey. His bright eyes looked intense. He wore a white blouse, however it was totally unbuttoned, revealing a hairy and broad chest. His shorts appeared way too expensive and unlike the other male party goers, he was bare foot. 

His face showed some signs of maturity and you thought he was in his forties, pushing the fifties, but it was still evident how gorgeous he was. 

You were at a loss of words. He had some whiskey in a glass and brought it to his lips. 

‘Was someone else sitting here?’ you asked.

He shook his head. ‘It’s all good, doll.’

You felt your face heating up at the sudden nickname. You took a sip of your drink and plucked your pink short, that matched your bikini. 

‘Spring break?’ he then asked.

You chuckled. ‘What gave it away? The atrocious outfit or the stench of beer and booze?’

He smirked and he looked so handsome doing so. ‘You look too colorful.’

You nodded. ‘Is this your yacht?’

‘Correct.’

‘So you’re like really rich.’

‘Something like that,’ he said. 

‘You’re kind of a cliché,’ you told him, which caused him to be interested. ‘Whiskey, a yacht, an unbuttoned blouse, handsome. The only thing that misses, is a cigar.’

‘I’ve got some downstairs,’ he chuckled. ‘I’m a walking cliché.’

‘How unoriginal.’

You discovered the handsome rich man was named Henry and he was a real looker. You hated how gorgeous he was, but what you loved about him, was that he was approachable. 

You started to sit closer and closer to him, up to a moment where you were seated on his lap, your legs draped to his left side, his large hand resting on your thigh, toying with the bottom of your short. He brought the glass to your lips, allowing you to take a sip of his whiskey, but it was so strong and not at all what you loved.

Especially not after those nearly sickening sweet drinks you had all those days. 

You had placed your hand on his chest and damn, did he feel strong. He kept staring at your lips and you felt his thumb caressing them. You parted your lips and his thumb slipped inside. With his pad, he pressed down on your tongue. ‘Good girl,’ he whispered softly, only for your ears to hear. ‘Want some more privacy?’

You nodded and as his thumb exited your mouth, you followed him like a lost puppy. He walked down some stairs and after stalking around a little bit, he closed the door behind him and you were in a bedroom. 

As you admired the art pieces that hung on the wall, you felt Henry’s fingers pull on the straps of your bikini and the flimsy material fell with a soft thud on the floor. He was still standing behind you, his lips attacking your neck, pressing soft and sloppy kisses on the delicate skin, while his hands descended from your breasts, to your waist, all the way to the hem of your short. Together with the bikini bottom, he pushed those on the floor as well and like that, you were totally naked. 

Normally, you’d never give yourself over to someone this easily, but this wasn’t just someone. There was something so mesmerizing and enchanting about Henry, you were willing to just give yourself over like that.

He pushed you on the bed. The covers felt so clean, so expensive and luxurious. You crawled back on the bed and watched him get on the mattress as wel. Gently he made you lay on your back, before he spread you legs apart. He took your entire frame in, causing you to feel a little bit exposed, but he simply patted your legs. ‘Gorgeous,’ he muttered under his breath. ‘Absolutely breathtaking.’

Henry’s lips were everywhere. Your neck, your breasts—sinking his teeth softly in your nipples—your stomach, your hips, the inside of your thighs, when finally you had enough and you pushed his head towards that aching spot.

His mouth did wonders and while you managed to keep quiet for quite some time, you can’t help but let sounds of pleasure leave your lips. No man had ever eaten you out like this before, sucked on your clitoris and made you already see stars. Right before you’d cum, he would stop, making damn sure you weren’t going to reach your high anytime soon. 

Henry smirked when he looked up as he sat up straighter, as he witnessed you panting and looking quite frustrated. First he buried one finger in, but with how desperate you were, he added another one and the digits brushed passed your sweet spot. The fingers of his other hands were assaulting your clit and you could feel it happening way too quick, your quivering legs giving it away. 

You expected him to stop, however he didn’t. You were caught blindsided by your forceful orgasm, moans filling the room. You cried out when he didn’t stop, pushing your limits. His hairs that had been so neatly styled minutes before, were covering his forehead and he lost a little bit of his perfect demeanor.

He looked way hotter now.

He replaced the fingers on your clit with his mouth, while he kept on brushing passed that spot. You tugged his hair and crushed his head between your thighs. However when you bucked up your hips as you were once again thrown over the edge and were a shaking mess, you felt an unfamiliar feeling washing over you.

Your juices squirted passed his fingers. You finally managed to push his face from your sensitive bundle of nerves and he gently pulled out his fingers. 

You had drenched the covers, but before you could apologize, he kissed you, his hand wrapped around your throat. He wasn’t exactly choking you—though he had full authorization to do so—but knowing that he could squeeze and that would do something to your airflows, made you moan in excitement.

‘Good girl,’ he whispered and you let your teeth sink in his bottom lip. The kiss turned rougher and you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer as his hands were on your back, his finger tips digging into your skin. You tasted yourself on his lips and his bulge was prominent through his shorts.

‘Fuck me,’ you mumbled against his lips. ‘Please, I need you to fuck me.’

He only darkly chuckled, before he pulled back, undoing himself from his clothing. The clothes dropped on the floor and you nearly started drooling once your eyes fell on his hard cock. Never had you ever fucked someone who was porn star sized. 

Without words he made loud and clear he wanted you on all fours. He massaged your asscheeks after he pressed your face into the mattress, your back masterfully arched. His tip teased your slit and your moans were swallowed by the pillow. 

‘Already so needy and loud,’ he noted. He allowed you to get used to his length and girth, as he slowly slid in. He totally bottomed out, getting a tight grip on your hips and he gave you one more second, before he started to roughly pound in you. Moans were stuck in your throat, totally overtaken by the pleasure, as you stretched around his cock. 

You were on the verge again, desperately wanting to cum once more, however Henry could tell and he pulled out entirely, leaving you yearning for more. 

‘Henry,’ you whined. ‘I need you!’

You pushed yourself up, only to see he was literally pouring some whiskey in a glass. He snickered when he saw your pouts and he took a sip. You stood up from the bed and made your way over to him. You took his face in your hands, slamming your lips on him, tasting the whiskey on his lips. You let one hand slide down and you wrapped it around his cock. He clearly did not expect that, because a moan escaped his lips, as your thumb swirled around his tip.

Your knees hit the bed and before you know it, he was in between your spread legs and didn’t waste a second. He pushed himself in and you gasped, hardly used to how thick and long he was. He wasn’t so patient anymore. His lips locked with yours, his thrusts rough and the noises of his grunts, your whimpers and skin slapping against skin was all around you. 

While the party continued on the deck, he was fucking the daylight out of you.

He was close, but so were you and desperate to reach that final orgasm, you slid your hand in between your bodies, rubbing your clit so feverishly, that you were seeing stars before you knew it. You were shaking underneath his broad frame, and while it felt so sensitive for you, he was still chasing his high. His hand holding your face in his hand, kissing away the tears of your face, before looking you deep in the eyes.

His thrusts turned sloppy and he groans as you felt his seed shooting deep inside of you. He collapsed on top of you, still making sure you were able to breath, as he buried his face in your neck. It took you quite some time before you were able to move and when he softened, he pulled out and you whined at the loss of contact. 

You don’t know how long you were snuggled against him, but after awhile, you cleaned yourself up and decided to get dressed again. The two of you barely shared any words, but right before you left the room, he gave you a kiss and a smack on your bottom, causing you to squeal.

You walked back onto the deck, only to see your friends staring at you with wide eyes. ‘What?’ you asked.

‘We heard you having lots of fun,’ one of your friends noted.

‘Never expected you to be so loud,’ another said.

Oh my, had you been that loud? You started to stammer, but then two strong arms wrapped around your waist and when you look over your shoulder, you saw Henry with a smirk plastered on his handsome face. He kissed your temple. ‘We had loads of fun, didn’t we, darling?’

Your friends were surprised to say the least, because they were literally at a loss for words as they were gawking at what was unfolding in front of them.

Somehow you forgot all about your humiliation, because you nodded simply. ‘We had fun,’ you agreed.

He brought his lips to you ear and asked: ‘You need to go back to your hotel or can you stay the night for some more fun?’

You smiled before you whispered for his ears only: ‘I can always stay the night with you.’

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The ease, the fluidity of his motion and the guttural grunts that sputtered from his throat riddled you with shivers. Every swing of his arm wafted the scent of felled trees and animalistic musk.

Absentmindedly, you writhed in your seat, uneasy by the sight of hardwood splitting like butter by his hand. He could split you too, just as fervent.

"What's up with you, darlin'?"

His raspy voice made you jolt.

With the axe still in his grasp, he lifted his arm and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

"I…" you tried to speak, but your throat was far too dry. The sound that came from your mouth was nearly a hoarse squeak.

Sy frowned. Placing the great axe aside, he paced toward you but then halted on his step and sniffed the air. A wicked smile crested his tanned face. Inching closer, he knelt before you, his labour-coarse hands grabbing your knees and carefully parting them to get a better look at the wet patch that stained your panties.

"Hmm…" he growled, "the scent of ripe peaches in the air."

You nibbled your bottom lip and swallowed. No way he could smell that. Was he truly a beast?

"Is my little forest nymph turned on by the great woodcutter?"

"Oh fuck off!" You finally spat, your cheeks blazing.

Sy chortled but then, with a swift movement, grabbed you by your forearm, and with a squeal, your belly was flat on his shoulder, and your legs flew licking in the air.

"Sy!" You warned, staring at the world bouncing upside down. Instinctively you kicked and tried to steady yourself to no avail.

Ignoring your little struggle, Sy laid a lewd smack on your ass and started carrying you through the forest's path.

"Think it's 'bout time I'd split somethin' other than wood." He jested and pinched your rump as he made his way back to your cabin.