Chapter 42

Faith

What can I say?

I was on the couch, the fire burning, Sam asleep in the next room, and Jackson’s love all over my chest in a sticky mess.

All my dreams were coming true!

I clung to him, pulling him close against me, forcing the sperm to become a glue that would stick us together for the rest of our lives.

“Faith,” he said.

I looked into his eyes.

“Yes?”

“This is it. This is for real now. For keeps.”

My heart fluttered. I wanted him to mean it, I wanted so badly for him to mean those words, but I was afraid. What if something happened to separate us again? I didn’t think I’d survive losing him a second time.

“What if you have to go away again?”

“I won’t.”

“You don’t know the future.”

“I know what I want. I want you again. Right now.”

I was shocked. “What? So soon?”

“You heard me.”

I couldn’t believe it. He was a machine. This time, he lay back on the couch and pulled me down on top of him.

“I want you to ride me,” he said. “I want to lie here and look up at you, and I want you to ride my throbbing cock like a wild animal.”

I looked down at him, lying there naked. He was built like a brick wall. He was solid. There was something so comforting about the size of him. He had such a broad chest, such thick, muscular arms. He was mine, and I was his.

There were many new scars on his body, deep wounds that could have killed a lesser man.

“You’ve been through so much, haven’t you baby?”

He shook his head. “The only hard part was being separated from you.”

“Do you mean that?”

His cock was sticking straight up. It was like the Apollo rocket before launch. Something was going to happen, it was going to be dangerous, but the excitement was definitely worth it.

“Sit on it,” he said.

I lifted myself over him.

“That’s it,” he said and put his hands on my waist and pulled me down onto him.

His cock pierced me like a weapon. I was impaled on it. If that had been the weapon to kill me, I’d have died happy. It felt so good, so right, like I’d been built for the purpose of sheathing that massive tool.

“You look absolutely beautiful,” he said.

I shut my eyes. I couldn’t look at him. It was too bright in the room. I felt self-conscious. He could see every bit of me. There was no cover.

“No I don’t,” I said.

“Yes, you do. You’re perfect. This is the most perfect body I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“I even have stretch marks.”

He leaned forward and kissed my stretch marks.

“I love you, Faith. I love your body. These marks are from the beautiful son you gave me.”

I felt as if I was about to cry. I’d been so afraid he wouldn’t be pleased with me. I’d been terrified he’d have wanted the twenty-year-old Faith, not the thirty-two-year-old Faith.

“Do you really think I’m still beautiful?”

“You’re more beautiful than ever, Faith. Feel my cock inside you. That’s not lying.”

I laughed. That was true. That was something he couldn’t fake.

“This is what I want, Faith. You’re what I want. I mean it. You’re the one. You’re the best one. You’re better than every other woman in the world.”

He touched my belly with his fingers and stroked my stretch marks.

“Don’t,” I gasped.

“Why not. They’re beautiful, Faith.”

“No they aren’t.”

“They’re part of you, and you’re the most beautiful creature on God’s earth. I mean it.”

With that, he lifted me by the waist with his powerful arms and then pulled me back down onto that rocket ship of a cock.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

“Did that hurt?”

“Do it again,” I panted. “Shut the fuck up and do it again. Harder.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. He lifted me and rammed me down onto his shaft. Then he did it again, and again. I didn’t know what was happening to me. How had I gotten so lucky? It was an ecstatic dream.

I was like a doll in his powerful hands. He was practically using me as a toy, masturbating himself with my entire body. He lifted me up and down, up and down, and that monster cock was like a creature out of the depths of the ocean, greedily devouring me. And I wanted it. I wanted it all.

As I felt the pleasure inside me building to boiling point, I saw the look on his face change. It became desperate, fierce, like a dying man fighting for his life. I loved it. It was the look of his ecstasy. It was the effect of the pleasure that my body was giving him. I couldn’t believe how good it felt.

I wanted nothing more than to please him. I wanted to be his favorite, his best, better than any other girl he’d ever set eyes on. It sounds ludicrous to say it now, but I wanted him to come so hard inside me that he’d never be able to look at his cock again without thinking of orgasming inside me.

“Faith,” he gasped, “I’m going to fill you with my come.”

“Do it, Jackson.”

“Fuck, that feels so good.”

“I’m coming too,” I cried.

And then I felt it. A throb in his member and then a pulse of liquid against my cervix. It struck so forcefully my vision blurred. He kept lifting me and pulling me down, using me as a pump for his pleasure. His orgasm gushed into me, pouring out of him like a volcano erupting. I wanted to faint.

The pleasure of it was excruciating. My orgasms came in waves, washing over me. I was defenseless against them. They sucked every ounce of energy from my body and left me with nothing. They laid me to waste, ruined me, destroyed me.

When Jackson was finally finished he let me fall back down onto him, our chests still sticky from the first douse of sperm he’d unleashed on me.

“Fucking hell, Faith Shepherd. I do believe you are going to be the death of me.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, Jackson.”

“I’ve never fucked so hard in my life,” he said.

“Really?”

“It’s true, Faith. I don’t lie. This is ecstasy. You’ve caught me, woman. You’ve captured me. I’m yours, utterly yours, for the rest of my life if you’ll have me.”

“I’ve captured you?”

“You’ve seduced me, body and soul. You’ve given me a child. You’ve given me a future. You’ve given me more pleasure than I ever dreamed possible. I love you, Faith.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“I’m yours now. I’m yours forever, and you’re going to be mine forever.”

My head spun. What was he saying?

“I love you, Faith,” he said again. “I fucking love you. I’ve never said that to anyone in my life. I love you and I love the son you’ve given me. I’ll spend the rest of my life thanking you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Jackson.”

“Yes, I do. You don’t have to believe me now, but I’ll prove it to you, Faith. I love you, and I’ll thank you for your love with every breath of my life. I swear to God.”

I clung to him. He was my life raft and the world was a freezing ocean.

“I love you too, Jackson Jones.”