Chapter 33

Jackson

Fuck Me.

My beautiful Faith had returned to me. She was every bit as delicious as I remembered, and she’d come back to me.

She’d returned to her master, her owner, and I’d never let her slip out of my grasp again.

She was like the first rain in spring, or an ice cold beer after working on a hot day. She knew what she wanted. She knew what I needed. She responded to my every movement like a goddess.

As I sucked her clit, toyed with her pussy, I knew this was the body I’d been built to please. My mind knew it, my heart knew it, even my cock fucking knew it. My cock was driving me forward, pushing me to take what was mine, forcing me to devour this woman. She was completely helpless, and I would ravish her mercilessly.

When I felt her orgasm it was almost as if it was something that was happening to my own body. I felt her contract, I heard her stifled scream, and something inside me reacted to it. I got up from under her skirt and tore my pants open. My cock pushed out like a caged beast, ready to kill. I pointed it at her like a violent weapon.

She took one look at it, shut her eyes, and threw her head back. She knew exactly what was coming.

I hooked my arms under her knees and hitched her up against the back of the cab. There was no escape. She was mine. All fucking mine. I had her where I wanted her and ten men wouldn’t have been able to tear me away from her.

She looked at me and our eyes locked, just for an instant, and I like to imagine it was the same as if the eye of a lion locked on a lioness right before he made her his. That’s what it felt like. I felt as if we were two animals, and I was about to reclaim my mate, or my prey.

“You ready for this?”

She nodded.

“There’ll be no going back, Faith. I do this to you, I make you mine.”

She nodded again. “I’m already yours, Jackson. I’ve been yours ever since you put your son in me.”

“Tell me then,” I said. “Tell me to do it.”

She moaned. She’d just orgasmed. She was already mine, I could see it on her face, but I wanted to make her say it.

“Say it.”

“Say what?” she said.

I smiled. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she said.

“Say my name.”

“I’m yours, Jackson Jones. I’ve always been yours. My entire body is your property.”

“Beg me for it,” I said.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

She looked up into my eyes. Then she begged.

“Fuck me, Jackson. Fill my pussy. Fuck me like you own me. Fuck me like I’m yours and only yours.”

“And will you always be mine?” I said.

“Always.”

“No matter what I do to you?”

“Do anything to me,” she begged. “Use me. Please. I’m yours.”

Good enough, I thought. I pressed her knees up against her chest, her wet pussy exposed to my monstrous cock like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. I don’t know what the hell had come over me. I’d never spoken like that to a woman before. Being reunited with her after all those years of yearning was too much to bear. My heart was exploding for her.

When I slid inside her, I was so glad I’d made her say all those things. I’d meant every word and I needed to know she meant it too. She had to be mine. I’d kill myself if she wasn’t. She was like a part of me I needed to survive. She was my life support, my oxygen, without her there was only an eternal void of darkness and violence. She was the only good thing in my life and I knew it. Her and the son she’d given me.

My hungry cock slid deep into her pussy and immediately I felt a spasm of pleasure. I was like a heroine addict feeling the first prick of the needle, the alcoholic tasting that last gulp of bourbon before falling into a stupor.

It was like her pussy had been built for me. It fit like a mother-fucking glove. I slid so far inside that her eyes widened in fear. She didn’t know how deep I was going. She didn’t know if she’d be able to contain me.

Well, I’ll tell you what. She contained every bit of me, and she did it better than I’d ever imagined possible. Her pussy clenched my cock like it was holding on to me for dear life. When I slid out of her, she was so tight it was like trying to escape someone’s grip. She was locked onto me in an exquisite, muscular embrace.

“Fuck,” I gasped. “Faith. You’re killing me. I’m dying.”

“I’m yours,” she panted.

I felt the surge. My cock throbbed, throbbed again, the pulse of my heart flowing right through it, and then I burst. It was an explosion. I literally saw her eyes widen as it happened. That first bursting ejaculation flew up inside her, hitting her cervix like a power hose. I imagined myself spraying the inside of her again, just as I had the first time, coating all of her with my white, sticky orgasm. Everything my semen touched was mine, forever.

“Jackson,” she cried.

“Yes, say my name. Say my name.”

“Jackson, Jackson.”

“You’re mine, Faith. You’re all mine. I claim you.”

My cock burst again, drenching her insides with another layer of my semen. The poor girl. How would she ever recover from this? I couldn’t imagine any other man had ever fucked a lady this intensely. It was like my cock was trying to kill her, and from the look on her face, it was working. Her cheeks flushed. Her eyes sparkled with the glint of tears. Her mouth formed the shape of someone abandoning all hope, lost at sea, awash in an ocean of ecstatic orgasm.

I could feel her come. That was another heavenly experience, on top of the pleasure I was already feeling. Her orgasm surged through her pussy, her muscles clenching onto my cock like that would somehow save her from what was happening. It felt so good.

Her pussy-lips gripped my cock like a vise. It made me burst into a second orgasm of my own. You think women are the only ones who can have multiple orgasms? I’ll tell you, it’s not true. My cock was like a self-loading, double-barrel, shotgun. Another orgasm lined itself up and burst out into her like a machine fucking itself senseless.

Shit. She was literally killing me with pleasure.

I collapsed onto her, my full weight resting on her lithe body. I fell so suddenly I could have hurt her, but from the way she was holding my heaving, panting mass, she wasn’t complaining about a damn thing.

“Jackson,” she whispered.

“Shh,” I said, my cock still lodged inside her. “You’re safe now. It’s over. Twelve years of waiting is over.”