If the men chasing her burst through the door at that moment and pointed a gun at my back, it wouldn’t have stopped me. I was going to finish what I’d started even if it meant death. I slid my tongue inside her crevice until it found the opening. The taste was indescribable, unlike anything I ever imagined.
She moaned. “Jackson.”
The words were like a secret code that spoke to my cock alone. It throbbed with longing. If I didn’t get inside her soon, I’d explode.
“Take me, Jackson,” she moaned.
I put my hands on her waist and pulled her toward my cock. Her pussy arched toward me.
I wanted to drive my shaft so far inside, she’d never even think of another man again. And then it struck me. I didn’t know her name.
I touched the soaking wet lips of her pussy with the purple head of my raging cock.
She squirmed.
I put the first inch inside her and pulled back.
“Put it in me,” she moaned. “All the way. Fill me.”
Jesus. Do you have any idea what it did to me to hear those words? It was like the voice of God to a monk. It was the sound I’d been waiting to hear my entire life, without knowing it existed. Only when I heard it did I realize what it meant to be a man.
“Not until you tell me your name,” I said.
“My name doesn’t matter.”
I pushed the bulbous head of my cock into her hungry pussy, teasing her, and pulled it back.
“Tell me your name,” I said again.
She let out a quiet wail. Was she crying? I didn’t know. I couldn’t think of anything but the force of the lust building inside me.
“Tell me your name or I’ll spill myself on your ass,” I said.
“No,” she cried. “I want you inside me.”
“Then give me your name.”
She hesitated. I ran my shaft through the plump, ripe crack of her ass.
“All right,” she gasped. “Faith. Faith Shepherd.”
My cock plunged into Faith Shepherd’s pussy and it went so deep it scared both of us. I’d never dreamed I could push that far inside a woman. She reached back and grabbed my wrists, pulling at them, and I slid to the very core of her.
The sensation was excruciating. It was like dipping my cock into a pool of liquid pleasure. Her body sucked me in, deeper and deeper, until I could hardly bear it.
I felt a throb. It started in my groin and pulsed to the tip of my cock like a sonic wave.
“Jesus,” I cried.
It happened again, only stronger.
“I’m going to come,” I cried, biting my lip. My hands formed fists that clenched her hips mercilessly.
She moaned. “Do it, Jackson.”
The first pulse of orgasm was like the pain of death. My vision blurred. My muscles contracted. The pleasure, building like snow on a mountain peak, crashed over the edge like an avalanche. I cried out, screaming her name. “Faith.”
I came so hard it was like being kicked from behind by a wild horse. My seed shot into her with a force I didn’t believe possible. The first spurt was followed by another, and another, flinging itself into the condom mercilessly, as if trying to escape it and soak her with its potency. It was the most intense, passionate thing I’d ever experienced. It was the orgasm I compare all others to.
It was a startling feeling.
“You’re mine now,” I said, and I don’t know if it was me or some force of nature speaking through me. “I claim you. You belong to me, and me alone.”
Chapter 7
Faith
It didn’t end with Jackson’s orgasm. That was just the beginning. The beginning of the story of my life.
I don’t know what possessed me, but as soon as I approached him, it was like a force of nature took over. Everything just happened. He made me feel vulnerable. He made me want to be his. I wanted him to dominate me in ways Wolf Staten never dreamed of.
I knew the arrangement between us was based on need. I was offering myself so he would protect me. I was his whore.
But even then, I felt there was more to it. I’d have let him fuck me even if I didn’t need his protection. And maybe I was fooling myself, but I sensed he would have offered me his protection even if I hadn’t given him my body.
He had a power over me. It was strange, but I wanted to belong to him so completely no other man would ever take me from him. It was an animal attraction that defied logic.
I was glad I had my back to him when he took me. And fuck, did he take me. He took me like a wild, stampeding horse. I didn’t want him to see my face. I didn’t want him to know who I was. I wanted to hide. I was afraid he’d see the truth.
The truth that I wanted him as passionately as he wanted me. The truth that the more he took, the more he claimed, the deeper I belonged to him.
I’d wanted Jackson since the second he walked into the Los Lobos bar. Now that I was finally his, it felt like God had answered my prayers. Whether or not we got away from Los Lobos didn’t matter. The only thing I cared about was that I was his.
He thrust himself so forcefully into me I thought he’d tear me apart, and I liked it. I wanted him to fuck me harder.
The moment of his orgasm was cosmic. It was like those documentaries that show the universe being formed, the big bang, the explosion that created everything. That’s what Jackson’s orgasm was for me.
I swear, I felt his cock explode in a spasm of ecstasy. I felt it fill the condom with a terrifying force. It made me want to cry. I wanted the condom to burst. I wanted his semen inside me.
And then, after he came, he flipped me over so I faced him. He was still hungry for me. I could feel the throbbing girth of his shaft against my thigh.
“Whatever you want,” I said. “Do whatever you want to me. I’m yours now, Jackson.”
He leaned over and looked deeply into my eyes. God, he was handsome. He had the chiseled face of a classical statue. Love had never been part of my plan, but suddenly, I wanted him to kiss me. He pulled off my dress and bra. I was naked before his eyes, my body literally vibrating with anticipation.
I tilted my head back and opened my mouth, acting on raw instinct.
He met my lips and slid his delicious tongue into my mouth. I moaned in pleasure. To this day, I’ve never kissed another man the way he kissed me that night. He brought chills to my skin.
His lips moved over my neck, caressing me, sliding over my ripe nipples.
“Your body is like something I dreamt,” he whispered, then he closed his lips on my nipple and sucked.
I arched my back.
His mouth kept going down, over my navel, my hips, and finally to the tender, pink folds of my clit.
When he sucked, something within me responded. He was my master. He had complete possession of me. One flick of his tongue, one glance of his piercing eyes, and the pleasure deep inside me fought for release.
I cried out, “Jackson.”
We’d scarcely spent an hour with each other, but already I felt like he’d known me my entire life.
“Suck me,” I moaned, and even as I said it, I felt terrified he’d taste himself on my pussy.
His mouth sucked my clit and the sensation was overwhelming. Tendrils of pleasure shot into my body. I was going to climax, right there, his face so deep in my pussy there was nowhere to hide.
I threw my legs around his head and clenched. He sucked, his tongue flicking my clit ceaselessly, his hands gripping my ass, holding me in place. I couldn’t bear it.
I convulsed, the shock of orgasm hitting me like a freight train. I screamed. The pleasure rushed through me like a Nevada flash-flood.
“Jackson,” I screamed as the orgasm washed over me, waves of pleasure I felt would never end.
And I knew it. I knew I’d signed a pact with the devil.
There would be no backing out, no escape. My body knew it. My heart knew it. My soul knew it. I belonged to Jackson Jones. The only question, was what was he going to do with me.
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