“I don’t know if I can bear this,” I cried.
I’ll tell you the truth. If someone had come across us right then and there, I don’t think I’d have been able to stop. I was in such a frenzy of lust that I couldn’t have stopped if an earthquake struck. I’d have just lain there and let him eat me.
He angled me back a little, his mouth firmly sucking my clit, and his thumb pressed the tight ring of muscle inside my anus.
“Oh, God,” I cried. “I’m coming. Jackson, I’m coming. I can’t hold it.”
He sucked harder. I shuddered in ecstatic agony. His fingers thrust up deep inside me. My thighs clenched his head so tightly I was sure I’d strangle him. I didn’t care. I didn’t fucking care about anything. The orgasm that was surging through me had taken hold of my body, my mind, and my very soul. I was powerless to resist it.
All in an instant, my muscles contracted. Every nerve in my body began to fire on overload. My synapses exploded. A wave of orgasmic pleasure rushed through me and it washed away everything in its wake. I was powerless against it. I was impaled on Jackson’s fingers, his mouth sucking me like a vacuum cleaner, and my body acted of it’s own accord. There was nothing to do but surrender. The orgasm washed through me like a tsunami and it was immediately followed by another, and another.
“Jackson,” I cried out. “Jackson. Jackson.” How many times had I moaned that name to myself over the years in the privacy of my bed? It was the word that would be on my lips on my dying day.
Jackson. Fucking. Jones.
You took me and you ruined me for other men. You owned me for so long I couldn’t even remember what other men felt like. I was yours wholly and completely. All yours.
He was finally taking what was his.
That’s what I felt. If he’d suggested we go get his name tattooed to my lower back, I’d have agreed. I was his. I always had been and I always would be. From the moment of his naked orgasm in my womb all those years earlier, there was no going back.
You know what it’s like to belong to a man? You know what it’s like to surrender yourself to him? Then you know exactly what I’m talking about. It defies logic. It’s a law of nature, not of society. It’s something animal.
I was Jackson’s, I’d been waiting for his return, and now he was back.
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 *, 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 off 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 cunt. 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?”