“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 * 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 that 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 * 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 * had been built for me. It fit like a mother fucking glove. I slid so far inside her 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 * clenched my cock like it was holding on to me for dear life. When I slid back 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 cervix like a power hose. I imagined myself spraying the inside of her womb again, just as I had the first time, coating all of her with my white, sticky substance. 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 cunt, her muscles clenching onto my cock like that would somehow save her from what was happening. It felt good. Her cunt was gripping my cock like a vise. It felt so good that 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.”
Chapter 34
Faith
“WELL?” LACEY SAID.
It was the next morning. The morning after, I think they call it. My womb was still tingling with pleasure at what had happened the night before. I’d slept like a baby. I’d even missed my alarm clock. That was a first. Poor Sam was late for school.
I was on the phone with Lacey. I sat there, my mind rushing through a million things before I answered her. Make me yours. That’s what Jackson had made me say. Tell me you’re mine. I claim you. My spine tingled as I thought back on it.
“Faith,” Lacey said again, “tell me about it.”
“Tell what?” I said
“Don’t be coy with me, girl. Give me the details.”
“Lacey!”
“I mean it. I want to know everything.”
“We did it.”
“Made love?”
“Made love?” I repeated, laughing. “Not exactly.”
“What do you mean?”
“I believe the correct term is fucking.”
“Oh, excuse me. You fucked.”
“We fucked like jackrabbits, Lacey. My *’s still quivering. I’m afraid to touch myself. In the shower this morning his sperm dripped down my leg.”
“You mean you didn’t use protection?”