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Authors: Chance Carter

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“Do you?” I said, biting my lip. I was being a fool. I was falling for this whole charade. I was so desperate for love I was willing to believe anything.

“I swear to God, I mean every word I ever said to you.”

With that, he lifted me by the waist with his powerful arms and then pulled me back down onto that rocket ship of a cock.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

“Did that hurt?”

“Do it again,” I panted. “Shut the fuck up and do it again. Harder.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. He lifted me and rammed me back down onto his shaft. Then he did it again, and again. I didn’t know what was happening to me. How had I gotten so lucky? It was an ecstatic dream. I was like a doll in his powerful hands. He was practically using me as a toy, masturbating himself with my entire body. He lifted me up and down, up and down, and that monster cock was like a creature out of the depths of the ocean, greedily devouring me. And I wanted it. I wanted it all.

As I felt the pleasure inside me building up to the boiling point of orgasm, I saw the look on his face change. It became desperate, fierce, like a dying man fighting for his life. I loved it. It was the look of his orgasm, his ecstasy. It was the effect of the pleasure that my body was giving him. I couldn’t believe how good it felt.

I wanted nothing more than to please him. I wanted to be his favorite, his best, better than any other girl he’d ever set eyes on. It sounds ludicrous to say it now, but I wanted him to come so hard inside me that he’d never be able to look at his cock again without thinking of my cunt.

“Faith,” he gasped, “I’m going to fill you with my cum.”

“Do it, Jackson.”

“Fuck, that feels so good.”

“I’m coming too,” I cried.

And then I felt it. A throb in his member and then a pulse of liquid against my cervix. It struck so forcefully my vision blurred. He kept lifting me up and pulling me back down, using me as a pump for his pleasure. His semen gushed into me, pouring out of him like a volcano erupting. I wanted to faint. The pleasure of it was excruciating. My orgasms came in waves, washing over me. I was defenseless against them. They sucked every ounce of energy from my body and left me with nothing. They laid me to waste, ruined me, destroyed me.

When Jackson was finally finished he let me fall back down onto him, our chests still sticky from the first douse of sperm he’d unleashed on me.

“Fucking hell, Faith Shepherd. I do believe you are going to be the death of me.”


You’re
going to be the death of me, Jackson.”

“I’ve never fucked so hard in my life,” he said.

“Really?”

“It’s true, Faith. I don’t lie. This is ecstasy. You’ve caught me, woman. You’ve captured me. I’m yours, utterly yours, for the rest of my life if you’ll have me.”

“I’ve captured
you
?”

“You’ve seduced me, body and soul. You’ve given me a child. You’ve given me a future. You’ve given me more pleasure than I ever dreamed possible. I love you, Faith.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“I’m yours now. I’m yours forever, and you’re going to be mine forever.”

My head spun. What was he saying?

“I love you, Faith,” he said again. “I fucking love you. I’ve never said that to anyone in my life. I love you and I love the son you’ve given me. I’ll spend the rest of my life thanking you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Jackson.”

“Yes, I do. You don’t have to believe me now, but I’ll prove it to you, Faith. I love you, and I’ll thank you for your love with every breath of my life. I swear to God.”

I clung to him. He was my life raft and the world was a freezing ocean.

“I love you too, Jackson Jones.”

Chapter 43

Jackson

I
LAY ON THAT COUCH
in a daze. Faith’s lithe body was in my arms and I swore to myself I’d never let her go.

There’s no way what we’d done together could ever be undone. I’d come on her, I’d come inside her, I’d claimed her.

A strange, animal instinct came over me every time I was with Faith. It’s hard to explain it. It was like something from the National Geographic channel. Like when you see a lion claiming all the females in the pride. I don’t know how to explain it, but there was a possessive instinct in me. I felt that I’d kill for Faith, I’d die for her, I’d do anything for her. I’d felt it ever since I’d first set eyes on her, and it was stronger now than ever.

We didn’t need words when we could use our bodies to communicate. What words could say what my own semen had just said when it pumped up into her womb.

“You’re mine now, Faith Shepherd,” I whispered.

“I am,” she said.

My cock throbbed when she said it. Jesus, my cock was insatiable. I’d come so fucking hard my head was spinning, and still, a single word from her and it was throbbing again like a hungry snake on the hunt for prey. Faith’s pussy was going to be the death of me. Sooner or later it would tempt me too hard, give me a heart attack.

“You mean that?” I said to her.

She was playing with my chest, her finger running a little circle around my nipple.

“It depends, Jackson,” she said quietly.

“Depends on what?”

“It depends on what you mean. I’m yours as much as you want me to be. I don’t want to be a fool. If you want me, I’m yours. You don’t have to decide now what that’s going to mean for you.”

I squeezed her tight. She thrilled me. I wanted her to be mine all the way, but maybe she didn’t know that.

“I mean it absolutely,” I said.

“Absolutely?”

“Like, all the way, Faith.”

“Like you want to own me?”

“Exactly. I don’t know how to explain it. You ever see those old documentaries of World War Two?”

“Yes,” she said, a little skeptically. She wasn’t sure where I was going with the analogy.

“Well, I want to own you the way those marching armies wanted to own their conquered territory. I want to dominate you, Faith.”

She was quiet for a minute. My heart beat in my chest as I waited for her to speak. I didn’t see any point in being soft with words. If I had a feeling toward her, I wanted her to know it. And that was the most honest thing in the world I could say to her right then. I wanted her to be
mine
. Body and soul and heart.
All mine.

“You want to dominate me?” she said.

“I want to dominate you completely.”

“I’m not sure what you mean, Jackson.”

She was afraid. She’d been hurt before, when I disappeared. She was afraid I’d disappear again, but I wouldn’t. I was back. I was back for her, and for Sam, and I was back for good. I wanted to be the father Sam needed. I wanted to be the man Faith needed. That meant being her husband. I knew it with a fierce certainty. I had to be her husband.

I leaned up and faced her. I looked into her eyes. Her eyes were so deep I could drown in them. I wanted to dive into them. We’d been fucking all night. We were both exhausted, ready for sleep. Outside, I could already see the strange change in darkness that occurs in the hour before dawn. It would be getting bright soon.

“I’m going to make you understand me,” I said to her. “I love you, and I know what I have to do, Faith.”

“What?”

“You’ll see.”

She smiled. She was struggling to believe me. She was afraid I was tricking her, or leading her on. I couldn’t blame her for that, but I wasn’t playing. I was deadly serious.

I leaned in to her and kissed her gently on the lips. Then I kissed her chin, her neck, the soft mounds of her breasts, still sticky from my semen. I kept going lower, trailing my tongue over her belly and navel. Then I kissed her stretch marks. I knew she was self-conscious of them because she flinched when I reached them.

“I’m ruined,” she said.

I kissed her stretch marks, then I licked them. I didn’t care one bit about those tiny marks on her skin. They were a sign that she’d lived, that she was a woman, a mother. She was the mother of my baby. Those stretch marks made me love her more. I didn’t want to be with someone who didn’t know the full breadth and depth of the human heart, I wanted to be with a complete woman who knew the possibilities of life. I wanted to be with the mother of my son.

“I love these stretch marks,” I said. And then I said something that I hadn’t even meant to say. It was something that scared me. “I love you, Faith. I love you. And I’m going to show you exactly how much. I’m going to prove my love to you.”

Chapter 44

Faith

I
T WAS THE CRAZIEST NIGHT
of my life. At least, it was the craziest night since the night Jackson had left me in the desert twelve years earlier. I’d let him come on me, come inside me, we hadn’t even used protection. I didn’t want protection, not from Jackson. I wanted danger. I wanted contact. If he was going to harm me, I wanted to experience it.

We’d only just been reunited, but it felt like I’d been with him my entire life. In a way, I had been. I’d been his, even when he was gone. He’d woken up something in me long ago, and it had been asleep inside me during the years of his absence. Now it was awake again. He’d woken up the lust, the passion, the desire. He’d set free the fierce beast inside me.

For so long I’d given myself to my role as a mother.

Now I was remembering that there was more to my life, more to my purpose, than motherhood.

Wife and mother
.

The two go together. A woman gives herself to her child, but she should also give herself to a man—a man who deserves her. And that’s the thing that Jackson had reawakened in me.

I’d been waiting for him so long, my body had been waiting for him, and now I knew he was back. I just prayed he was back for good.

There was always a risk with Jackson, always a danger, but I didn’t care. We were never meant to live our lives in complete safety. If we were, God wouldn’t have made the world so full of threats, so full of possibility.

“You love me?” I said.

I wasn’t even afraid of him anymore. I wasn’t afraid of what his body could do to mine. I could tell he meant what he was saying. There are certain things in life that cannot be faked. Those orgasms, those screams of pleasure, that complete surrender we’d made to each other in the heat of our passion, that was real. I knew that.

And I wasn’t afraid of what might happen in the future. That was the risk I had to take, and it was the risk I was willing to take.

“Show me what you mean,” I said.

“Show you?”

I looked into his eyes. “You said you wanted to conquer my like a marching army. You said you wanted to dominate me so completely that my body would know it was yours forever.”

“Yes, I did. And I meant it.”

“Then prove it,” I said. “Prove it to me so I know you’re a man of your word. Prove it to me so that I’ll never be able to doubt you.”

Something came alive in him then. I’d woken a beast inside him. He leaned down over my face, but instead of kissing me, he licked me. His tongue ran over my mouth and cheek. If he could have eaten me, I’m sure he would have tried.

“Flip over,” he said.

“Flip over?”

“You heard me.”

My heart skipped a beat. “What are you going to do?” I said.

“Stop talking,” he said. “It’s my turn to talk.”

There was so much I wanted to say but I obeyed him. I held my tongue.

“I’m going to do something to you that I’ve wanted to do again for twelve years, Faith Shepherd,” he said.

“I’m scared,” I said.

“Too bad. You challenged me, and now you’re going to lie there and take the consequences.”

“Jackson,” I said, nervously.

I’d never been so compliant in my life, but at the same time, I’d never felt so empowered. I knew that whatever he was going to do, it would mean something. It would change the world for both of us. It wasn’t just about pleasure, it wasn’t just sex, it wasn’t just fucking. This was bonding, in the full meaning of the word. This was a male, taking his female and fusing his body and soul to hers so that the seal between the two of them could never be broken by anyone.

I was nervous, but also thrilled. I wanted him. I wanted him hard.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he said.

His voice was firm, commanding. I did what he said.

Then I felt his breath on my butt. I stopped breathing. Despite all my bravado, I was terrified of what was about to happen. I felt his tongue touch the ring of my anus and I gasped. I’d almost forgotten what it was like to be with Jackson. He’d done this once before, and he was going to do it again. His tongue ran in tiny, rapid circles around my asshole, creating a stir of pleasure inside my body that vibrated excruciatingly.

“Jackson,” I whispered, but he was beyond answering me now. We had gone beyond words. The only things that existed were our bodies, the secret language between them, and nothing more.

“Claim me,” I said, as juice began to flow from my rampant pussy 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 pussy, 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.

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