Hell And Back

by Natasha Madison

  But he knows exactly how to handle my rioting body as he slowly and gently brings me back down after riding out two orgasms.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he says as looks up at me. I’m in a Jackson-pleasure-induced daze.

  He’s on his knees between my spread legs. He’s panting, almost pained looking. His cock is practically fighting to get out of his boxers, and he reaches down to squeeze the tip. A wet spot is evident there, and I do something I never thought I would have the courage to do. I sit up, look him straight into the eye, and say, “It’s my turn to play.”

  I peel his boxers off his hips, his cock springing free and slapping loudly against his belly. He’s so huge. He’s so hard. The head of his cock looks almost painful.

  I take his girth in my hand, my fingers not even close to closing all the way around him, and I stroke him tentatively at first. His moan is the only encouragement I need.

  I continue to stroke him more firmly, and he throws his head back in pleasure. “Fuuuuckkkk.”

  It’s a feminine thrill. I feel powerful and sexy in this moment. I did this to him. He feels this way because of me. Me and only me.

  Leaning forward, I lick the pre-cum pearling on the head of his cock. He is wild-eyed and panting.

  His hands tunnel into my hair as he grunts out, “I want to watch you take me in your mouth. Do it now, Bella.”

  I give him what he wants. I take him further into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around him as I slowly bob my head, taking in a little more of this monster with each pass.

  I move one hand to the base of his cock and stroke up to meet my downward sliding lips. My other hand gently cups and teases his balls, which have drawn up tight against his body.

  I’m in my own world at this point. My goal is singular: to make him lose it. His grunts and moans are the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. Making him feel this way is the sexiest thing I’ve ever done, and my body can’t help but respond to it.

  I hollow out my cheeks, applying suction as I run my tongue along the notch on the underside of his head. He is slowly thrusting his hips in time with my movements. My hand continues to stroke at his base.

  I look up at him as he pants out, “I’m going to come, Bella.”

  He tries to pull out of me, but I reach around him, pushing him further into my mouth and not giving him the option to pull out. I continue bobbing my head, sucking and licking, and he lets go. His salty essence dances across my tongue, and I swallow all of him.

  His thrusts stop and he looks spent. I slowly work him down from his orgasm, gently licking him clean before I remove my mouth. I grin up at him and say, “That was fun. We should do it more often.”

  “Oh, we definitely will do that often. Maybe daily,” he says, his cock still hard in my hand.

  “Is this normal?” I ask him, wondering how it’s still hard after everything we just did.

  “Bella, I’m finally going to make love to you. I’m surprised I lasted that long, but I’m not even close to being done with you yet. We’re just getting started, angel.” He releases my hair and says, “Lie back now, Bella, and open yourself for me.”

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Jackson

  When her lips wrapped around my cock, I thought I would shoot off like a sixteen-year-old virgin.

  Jesus, she is going to be the death of me. I give her my caveman speech, and she doesn’t pause, she doesn’t shy away. She just lies back on the bed and spreads her legs for me.

  On my knees above her, I take in her beautiful, naked body laid out for me as I lazily work my cock.

  Bending her knees, I push them back a little. I rub my cock through her folds, coating myself with her wetness. She’s wetter than before.

  “You got all hot and bothered while you sucked my cock, didn’t you, Bella?” I continue to slowly drag my cock through her folds. She nods her head in reply, her chest rising and falling with her anticipation.

  I place my cock at her entrance, knowing from finger fucking her it’s going to be a tight fit.

  I slowly push in, looking down to watch my cock head enter her, watching us become one. I’m not the only one to watch. She’s watching me take her, and it’s obvious she likes what she sees. It’s one of the most erotic things I have ever seen.

  I slowly enter her and notice her eyes widening. Not wanting to hurt her, I slowly pull out and reenter her again, one time, two times, three times.

  Her pussy grips me like a fucking vise. The third time I push in a little further, repeating the motion each time as I keep trying to enter her fully.

  She’s soaked, she’s so wet. I reach down between us, finding her clit swollen with need. I press on it with my thumb, and she pulls her legs back more, opening herself up even further to me. On my last stroke, I finally sink in all the way to my balls.

  Once I’m completely seated in her, I stop, giving her a moment to adjust to me as I’m relishing in the feeling of having her surround me.

  She grips my ass to spur me on. “More, Jackson,” she begs me while trying to thrust herself up.

  I almost laugh at her neediness. I slowly pull out again and slam right back into her.

  Her crying out has me stopping to see if I’ve hurt her. “You okay, Bella? Is it too much?”

  “No,” she groans as her pussy clamps down on me. She uses her heels, digging into my ass to drive her desires home. “Jackson, don’t stop. Please.”

  I withdraw again and begin to pound into her, this time a little softer, waiting for her to beg for it harder.

  I’m slamming into her so hard, the headboard hits the wall with each thrust.

  Her pussy is gripping me so tightly, I really have to work to keep thrusting at this pace. I reach down with my hand again to rub her clit in circles. “So fucking tight, angel.” My balls slap her ass, her juices coating them.

  I hold on to the headboard with one hand while I fuck her. I wanted soft and smooth. I wanted to go slow, but once I sank into her and felt how hot and wet and tight she was, I couldn’t hold back.

  My spine is tingling, my balls are drawing up. I’m so fucking close, but I’m not going to go without her.

  “I’m close, angel.” I pound faster into her, her nails raking the skin on my ass. “So fucking tight,” I groan, and with another thrust and one more flick of her clit, she goes off, coming all over my cock.

  Her moans, her pants, her pleasure—it’s all too much for me. One thrust, two, and then a third and plant myself into her as deep as I can go, and I come.

  Her pussy is still clenching around me, squeezing me so hard I’m almost light-headed and seeing stars. I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard.

  I’m about to collapse, but I catch myself before I land on top of her, taking her with me.

  She lies on my chest, our bodies sticky with a sheen of sweat. Our breaths come in fast, our heartbeats slowly returning to normal. My cock is still twitching and hard inside of her fluttering pussy.

  “I changed my mind,” she says while kissing my heaving chest. “We should do that more often than the other things.”

  I throw my head back with laughter. “Oh, we are going to be doing that a lot more before Lilah comes home. In fact, I think we should do it on every single surface that we can,” I suggest.

  “That sounds like a lot of fun. Where should we go next?” she asks me. It seems my shy woman has an adventurous side I can’t wait to discover with her.

  We spend the rest of the day and late into the night doing it all over the house, from the shower to the couch to the kitchen counter and the stairs. I lose a little bit more of myself to her each and every time.

  She’s already claimed my heart, and she’s now working herself into my soul.

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Bella

  I’m asleep on my stomach when I feel little kisses start at my shoulders. It’s been a month since we finally had sex.

  Every night, I fall asleep curled up to him after he worships my body with hi
s. I had no idea such pleasure existed.

  Most mornings, he wakes before Lilah, and in turn, finds a creative way to wake me. I love waking up already panting with his mouth on me. But, I love waking him up with my mouth even more.

  “Hmmm, morning, Jackson.” I turn to face him where he takes me into his arms. As soon as I’m close enough, I reach down to run my hand along his hard cock.

  I push him onto his back and climb on top of him. I’m not even fully awake yet, but I know what I want and it’s right under me.

  I sit up on my knees, his hands going straight into my camisole. We never sleep naked because of Lilah, but we always wear things that can easily come off or offer quick access. He pulls down the straps, letting my breasts fall into his hands.

  He rolls my nipples exactly how he knows drives me crazy. Moaning, I lift just enough to place his cock at my entrance.

  When I rub him through my slit, wetting him just a little, I slowly sink down on him until he’s buried deep inside of me.

  We both moan at the sensation as I allow myself to adjust to his size for a minute before I start rising up and down. His hands are still playing with my nipples, and it feels so good I can’t help but move faster.

  We usually take our time at night and have more of a quickie in the morning just in case Lilah wakes up early and we get interrupted, which has happened more times than we care to admit.

  “So fucking tight, angel. You take my cock every night, sometimes twice a day, and you’re still so fucking tight.”

  Another thing I’ve learned is I’m a sucker for his dirty talk. Once he’s inside me, it’s like he can’t hold his words back, and I love it.

  The dirtier he talks, the hotter I get, and he knows it, too. Leaning back, I put my hands on his knees, trying to change up the angle to hit that spot deep inside of me I didn’t know existed before his cock found it.

  As soon as my hands grip his knees, he wets his thumb and then starts rubbing my clit in circles. Right before I’m about to come, he stops and moves his finger away.

  “We don’t have time to play, Jackson. She could be up any minute,” I warn him as I sink down on his cock while rotating my hips to get some friction. Another trick he taught me.

  “Look at my girl taking what she wants.” His voice is still sleepy and rough. He grasps onto my hips, moving me on his cock at his pace and thrusting up hard on the downward strokes.

  “You want it, angel, take it.” He dares me as he continues to move my hips. So I do what I know I need to do to get myself there—I play with my clit myself.

  He groans at the sight. “Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen is you fucking me while you touch yourself.” He slams me down harder.

  Two more thrusts with me rubbing myself furiously, and I’m calling out, “I’m coming, Jackson.”

  He continues slamming me down onto his thrusting cock, and I continue rubbing myself.

  A few more thrusts and then he slams me down, holding me there while he empties himself in me.

  I collapse onto his chest just as we hear little feet running for the bedroom.

  The camisole goes back into place, covering my breasts. We turn like we are cuddling, Jackson whipping the sheet up over us to cover our naked lower halves.

  “Morning everybody!” Lilah says while she runs to the bed and jumps in with two knees. Jackson has gotten it down now so that he blocks his balls.

  “Hey there, princess, did you have good dreams?” he asks her just like he does every morning.

  “I dream fairy tales and rainbow,” she answers, another thing Jackson taught her.

  It’s been more than two months since the Adam fiasco and a lot has changed. There are no more security details watching us.

  Not because Jackson didn’t want it, but because I drew the line. We are fine, Lilah’s fine, I’m fine, and the house is safe. It’s booby trapped, for crying out loud.

  He finally gave in and cut the security details, but that didn’t mean it didn’t come with stipulations. I agreed not to leave the house without my cell phone. He was firm on this, saying he didn’t care if it was just to put out the trash. If I was going to be outside the house, my phone was in my pocket. This made sense to me, so I had no problem agreeing.

  He also told me he’d put some kind of hidden app on it that would track my every single move. Two weeks ago, I forgot to take it with me when we went over to his house during the day to play in the sand.

  I was there maybe an hour when he walked into the backyard with steam practically coming out of his ears.

  “Where are you?” he asked, knowing full well where we were. “Where is your cell phone, Bella?” I knew him well enough now to not poke the bear, so I just told him how sorry I was for forgetting it and promised to never let it happen again. I also had to give him extra sexual favors because ‘I owed him for making him worry.’

  “Okay, we should get downstairs,” I say while trying to fish under the sheets for my discarded panties I know he took off.

  “I threw what you’re looking for on the other side of the room.”

  I turn to see my panties lying on the floor in front of the bathroom door.

  Turning around, I glare at him while Lilah asks, “What you looking for, Momma?”

  “My shoes,” I answer, saying the first thing that comes to mind. “Can you check in your room to see if I left my slippers in there?”

  I’m hoping she doesn’t notice the slippers are right next to the panties. Instead, she jumps off the bed, giving me just enough time to pick up the panties and make it into the bathroom.

  “They no here!” I hear Lilah yelling from her room.

  “She found them,” Jackson says, walking into the bathroom with a smirk on his face wearing his basketball shorts.

  I stop from brushing my teeth, pointing my toothbrush at him. “Not cool, Jackson, not cool.”

  He laughs at me, turning on the sink, and putting toothpaste on his own toothbrush. “Stop wearing them, and I won’t throw them,” he says right before he puts the toothbrush into his mouth.

  My glare stays on him until Lilah comes in, complaining she is starving.

  “My poor girl, always starving,” I say while I wipe my hands on the towel. “Let’s go feed my starving girl and fix Jackson’s coffee.”

  We started this routine soon after Jackson semi-moved in. He is never home anymore. He has most of his clothes here, slowly bringing more of his stuff over and never taking anything back.

  Once we started mixing our clothes and doing laundry together, it was evident we lived together.

  We still go over to his house sometimes to eat and play with the park that is in the backyard. But other than that, he is always here.

  I’m surprised he hasn’t moved his television in since he always complains ours is too small.

  I start the coffeemaker brewing and begin opening the curtains since it’s a nice, sunny day outside.

  “Momma, I want fluffy eggs,” she says while she pulls out her chair and climbs into it with her coloring book. Fluffy eggs in Lilah’s world are scrambled eggs. “Wiff toast.”

  “Coming right up,” I tell her, grabbing the eggs, milk, and a frying pan. I crack the eggs and start mixing the ingredients to make her fluffy eggs.

  I walk over to the stairs, yelling upstairs, “Want fluffy eggs, Jackson?” Hoping he can hear me with the water running.

  “Sounds good, angel, I’ll be down in a second,” he yells from somewhere upstairs.

  Breakfast is almost done when he comes barreling down the stairs. “Sorry, angel, gotta go. We got a lead on Lori.”

  Her name makes me gasp out of shock. I met her mother, Marissa, when we went to the diner in town. My heart breaks for her. Each time Lori calls, Marissa is filled with hope and then ripped to shreds when nothing comes of it.

  “Oh my God! Go, go, go!” I rush him out the door with a quick kiss and reminders to be careful and to call me later.

  If I had known that was going t
o be the last time I’d kiss him, I would have lingered a little. Looked into his eyes longer, hugged him tighter. Told him I loved him. If only I knew.

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Jackson

  When the phone rang early with a call from Mick, I immediately know something is wrong.

  “Hello.”

  “We got a lead,” he says as I hear him moving around. “Some girl came into the precinct last night, spinning a tale about meeting a guy and being creeped out by him.”

  “Okay. You think it’s connected?”

  “Not only do I think it’s connected, but I also think he’s the guy. She kept saying he tried pushing her to take a pill to relax. When she fought him on it, he got pissed off and started yelling at her.”

  I start hurrying around the room, quickly pulling out the clothes I’m going to wear.

  “Where was this?” I ask as I pull a T-shirt on.

  “At the fucking mall. It must be their playground. Scan the area, pick out a girl, and then approach her.”

  “Getting in the car in five. Meet you there.”

  I run downstairs, looking in the kitchen at my girl cooking her eggs and buttering toast.

  “Sorry, angel, gotta go. We got a lead on Lori.”

  My girl has the heart of a saint, more worried about anyone else but herself.

  “Oh my God! Go, go, go!” she says as she rushes me out the door with a quick kiss, telling me to be careful and to call her later.

  The minute I get to the precinct, I run inside. Mick is already at his desk, looking through the notes. “What have you got?” I ask him, stopping to read with him.

  “Same MO as Lori. I fucking smell this shit. I feel this in my gut,” he tells me.

  “Where is the girl?” I ask him, looking around.

  “Room one. Her parents are on their way,” Roger, the desk sergeant, tells us as he walks into the office.