I had a condom in my wallet, I thought about it and agreed to put it on. There would be plenty of time later for what I wanted to do to her. I’d give her time to get used to me first.
She pulled her dress up higher, exposing her entire ass and *. Her body tilted, exposing herself so seductively that a drop of pre-cum fell from the tip of my cock. There’s not a man alive who’d have been able to resist her.
“It’s okay,” she said. “Take what you want.”
“You’re mine now.”
Her voice was almost a whisper. “I know,” she said.
It was a bad idea. God help me, I knew it was a bad idea. Nothing about the situation was right. It was moments like these that got men killed. Whatever happened after this, I wasn’t going to escape unscathed. I knew that. I knew it with an ice-cold certainty.
But then, what is life for? What’s the point of it all? This was destiny, giving me a last chance to be the man I was supposed to be. My father had just died. By protecting this woman, I would take his place.
I opened my belt buckle and let my pants fall to the ground. I ripped off my wet shirt. I was completely naked. My cock pointed toward her like a violent weapon. She was my victim.
I climbed onto the bed and leaned down, my face close to her *. I wanted to smell her. I wanted to taste her, to savor her. She was mine now and I wanted to know what I’d just purchased. I opened my mouth, put my lips on her clit, and sucked.
She reacted passionately, her body squirming. The sound of her moan turned my blood to fire. Desire surged through my cock like an inferno. A hunger came over me I’d never before experienced. It was an insanity. All I could think about was fucking that poor girl senseless.
If the men chasing her burst through the door at that moment and pointed a gun at my back, it wouldn’t have stopped me. I was going to finish what I’d started even if it meant death. I slid my tongue inside her crevice until it found the opening of her vagina. The taste was indescribable, unlike anything I ever imagined.
She moaned my name. “Jackson.”
The words were like a secret code that spoke to my cock alone. It throbbed as if it had been hooked up to an electric device. If I didn’t get inside her soon, I’d explode.
“Take me, Jackson,” she moaned.
I put my hands on her waist and pulled her toward my cock. Her * arched toward me.
I wanted to drive my shaft so far inside her, she’d never be able to even think of another man again. And then it struck me. I didn’t know her name.
I touched the soaking wet lips of her * with the purple head of my raging cock.
She squirmed.
I put the first inch of my shaft inside her and pulled back.
“Put it in me,” she moaned. “Put it all the way in. Fill me.”
Jesus. Do you have any idea what it does to a man to hear those words? It’s like the voice of God to a monk. It’s the sound I’d been waiting to hear my entire life, without even knowing it existed. Only when I heard it did I realize what it meant to be a man.
“Not until you tell me your name,” I said.
“My name doesn’t matter.”
I pushed the bulbous head of my cock into her hungry cunt, teasing her, and pulled it back.
“Tell me your name,” I said again.
She let out a quiet wail. Was she crying? I didn’t know. I couldn’t think of anything but the force of the semen building inside me.
“Tell me your name or I’ll spill myself on your ass,” I said.
“No,” she cried. “I want you inside me.”
“Then give me your name.”
She hesitated. I ran my shaft through the plump, ripe crack of her ass.
“All right,” she gasped. “Faith. It’s Faith Shepherd.”
My cock plunged into Faith Shepherd’s * and it went so deep it scared both of us. I’d never dreamed I could push that far inside a woman. She reached back and grabbed my wrists, pulling at them, and I slid to the very core of her.
The sensation was excruciating. It was like dipping my cock into a pool of liquid pleasure. Her body sucked me in, deeper and deeper, until I could hardly bear it.
I felt a throb. It started in my groin and pulsed to the tip of my cock like a sonic wave.
“Jesus,” I cried.
It happened again, only stronger.
“I’m going to come,” I cried, biting my lip. My hands formed fists that clenched her hips mercilessly.
She moaned. “Do it, Jackson.”
The first pulse of orgasm was like the pain of death. My vision blurred. My muscles contracted. The pleasure that had been building inside me like snow on a mountain peak, crashed over the edge like an avalanche. I cried out. I screamed her name. “Faith.”
I came so hard it was like being kicked from behind by a wild horse. My seed shot into her with a force I didn’t believe possible. The first spurt was followed by another, and another, flinging itself into the condom mercilessly, as if trying to escape it and soak her womb with its potency. It was the most intense, passionate thing I’d ever experienced. It was the orgasm I compare all others to.