“Claim me,” I said, as juice began to flow from my rampant * and drip down my legs.
His tongue probed me, forcing its way inside my anus and licking my asshole. I was terrified. I was so scared of what was about to happen, but it felt so good. I knew he was doing what he had to do. This was the way he worked. This was how he would make me his.
“I’m yours,” I cried.
His tongue licked down from my asshole, over my dripping *, and I was so wet, so covered in my own juice and his saliva, that every hole was slippery as lotion.
He stopped licking me and I heard him spit on his hand. I shivered in anticipation.
I shut my eyes. I couldn’t bare the suspense.
And then I felt it, Jackson’s massive cock, and it was pressed against the tightness of my asshole.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered.
His cock was so wet, my ass was so covered in saliva and juice, that he didn’t need lube. He began to slide inside me and it was smooth and easy, as if my body wanted him in there. There was no trace of pain, only pleasure. But it wasn’t a normal kind of pleasure. It was the pleasure that melts into ecstasy and orgasm and becomes so intoxicating that you can’t imagine how you’ve lived your life without it.
“Yes,” I cried as his cock pushed forward into that slippery ring of muscle, entering a hidden chamber in my body that could give me a secret pleasure so intense, so private, so intimate.
He slid in, his strong hands gripping my ass, pulling me toward him, allowing me no escape.
“Yes,” I cried.
“Faith,” he moaned.
He slid all the way in. He was buried inside me. It was as if we were a single person, melting together in a hot, wet, sticky mess of pleasure.
“Conquer me,” I moaned. “Claim me.”
He thrust forward and then slid back, thrust forward again and slid back again. He filled my ass, a slap of skin on skin as his torso struck my butt cheeks with each orgasmic thrust. I gripped the fabric of the sofa and wanted to tear it. I wanted to destroy it. I wanted the world to end, to be hit by a comet. I wanted fireworks, or an earthquake. I wanted the world to wake up and take note of what was happening, of the momentousness of the experience I was having.
Jackson’s orgasm was unnatural. I don’t know how to describe it. His cock shot semen into my asshole and it struck places deep inside me that had never been discovered before, not even by him twelve years ago. He was in virgin territory. No one but Jackson and I would ever know what pleasure my body was capable of. He poured himself into me, he gave himself to me, and I knew that having his sperm inside me, in that intimate place, would mean more than the pleasure it was giving him.
It would mean he owned me.
But it would also mean I owned him.
Just as he was claiming me, just as he was making me his, he was also making himself mine.
I screamed. I was orgasming and I don’t even know what part of my body the orgasm came from. It was so intense, so pleasurable and deep and sharp, that it made me scream. I forgot the world, I forgot that I had a son asleep in the next room, I even forgot that Jackson was there with me, fucking me in the ass so deep that I was literally in tears. I forgot it all. And then I collapsed in utter exhaustion.
We fell into a slumber, his rigid shaft still rammed so far inside me he wouldn’t be able to pull out without effort. We fell into such a deep sleep that if it hadn’t been for my phone ringing, Sam would have found us there on the couch the next morning.
Chapter 45
Jackson
YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW what that felt like. Believe me, it wouldn’t be fair for me to tell you. It’s like, some things in life just shouldn’t be shared. You know what I mean?
I was deeper inside her than I’d ever been inside anything in my entire life. Balls deep would be an understatement. When I slipped inside her ass, all I could think about was how good it felt, how deep I felt. You want to possess someone? You want to own them? That’s how you do it.
When it was over, I collapsed, unconscious. We both did. We fell into a deep, complete slumber, and if it wasn’t for Faith’s phone ringing at about six in the morning, Sam would have probably found us there on the sofa, my cock crushed against his mother’s ass, my semen all over her chest, all over her cunt, still oozing out of her asshole.
What can I say? She told me to make her mine, and that’s what I did.
But it would have been a terrible way to introduce him to the idea that I was his father.
I woke with a start when the phone rang.
“What is it?” Faith said into the phone. “Lacey, calm down, I can’t understand you.”
Something was wrong. I’d been worried about Lacey. She’d seemed unstable. I knew I should have listened to my gut.
“Lacey, I’ll be right there. Of course I will. No, Jackson’s here to watch him. You just calm down, tell the cops I’m coming.”
Faith hung up the phone. She was pale.
“Cops?” I said.
“It’s Lacey. She was arrested at Matt’s apartment.”