Fuck me. Holy hell, fuck me. That tongue. That mouth. I could have died. She took the enormous head of my cock into her mouth and sucked it. I got up to angle myself. I pointed myself at her and then slid into her throat. I went so far I thought she’d choke. She didn’t. She took the full length of me, deeper and deeper into her mouth. I imagined coming in her mouth and the thought almost set me off. But I stopped myself.
For my first orgasm, I knew I wouldn’t come inside her. I would save that for later. First I had to come on her. I had to mark her with my liquid. I had to put my scent on her. I had to make the world know she was mine, that she belonged to me. It was something animal and I no longer had control over it. I was back to reclaim her.
I felt my cock throb in her throat and I pulled it out. She was naked, innocent, vulnerable. I could do anything I wanted to her. I had her under my full weight. There was no way she’d be able to escape.
I lifted myself up, holding my weight on my legs.
“I’m going to come on you,” I said. The words even sounded strange as they left my mouth, but to my surprise it seemed to turn her on.
She wanted me to.
“Yes,” she gasped, and she took her breasts in her hands and held them together, as if telling me to come there.
I slid the girth of my shaft in the crevice between her succulent breasts. God, those breasts felt like pure gold. I slid in and out of her cleavage and an energy built up inside my cock that I knew I wouldn’t be able to contain for much longer.
It was a rage, a rage at the world, a rage at everything that had happened to me. It was a rage at the twelve years we’d lost, the men I’d been forced to kill, the things they’d done to Faith, and the things they’d forced me to do to them.
I was cursed, but I was a man. And as long as a man has a woman and a child he can love, no curse matters.
That’s what Faith’s body told me. She was my forgiveness.
My deeds were a crime against the laws of man and God, but Faith’s body forgave me for all of it.
That’s what her eyes told me. If she was willing to let me take her, if she was willing to let me lay claim to her like this, then there must be some salvation after all.
The exquisite contraction. The muscular grind. The pleasure of orgasm.
A hot, white stream of sperm flew from the tip of my cock and landed along the valley of Faith’s cleavage. There it was, for God to see. My semen on this woman’s breasts. She was mine. And I was hers.
Whatever else I’d done in the world, I’d come to reclaim my woman. My family.
That had to mean something.
My cock poured more semen, it flowed like a torrent, covering her chest in the sticky white mess of my manhood. There was no doubt. She was mine and there was nothing that could ever undo that. This was permanent. My orgasm rushed through me like a fire in an oil well. I’ve seen those fires up close. All the water of the ocean isn’t cold enough to put out those flames.
That’s what my orgasm was. She was covered in me. She was wet and sticky, and she was mine.
I collapsed onto her, my semen wet between our two chests. I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything but her.
“Holy hell, Jackson,” she gasped. “Look what you’ve done to me.”
Chapter 42
Faith
WHAT CAN I SAY?
I was on the couch, the fire burning, Sam asleep in the next room, and Jackson’s wet semen 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 a man of steel. My man of steel, 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 up over him.