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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 pussy 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 pussy 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 pussy 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.

It was a startling feeling.

“You’re mine now,” I said, and I don’t know if it was me or some force of nature speaking through me. “I claim you. You belong to me, and me alone.”

Chapter 7

Faith

I
T DIDN’T END WITH JACKSON’S ORGASM.
That was just the beginning. The beginning of the story of my life.

I don’t know what possessed me, but as soon as I approached him, it was like a force of nature took over. Everything else just happened. He made me feel vulnerable. He made me want to be his. I wanted him to dominate me in ways Wolf Staten never dreamed of.

I knew there was an arrangement between us that was based on need. I was offering myself to him so that he would protect me. I was basically his whore. But even then, I felt there was more to it than that. I’d have let him fuck me even if I didn’t need his protection. And maybe I was just fooling myself, but I sensed he would have offered me his protection, even if I hadn’t offered him my body.

From the beginning, there was more to it than just escaping Wolf. Jackson was a man who could protect me from anyone, but even if I didn’t need protection, I’d have wanted him. He had a power over me. It sounds strange to say it, but I wanted to belong to him so completely that no other man would be able to dream of taking me from him. It was an animal attraction that defied logic.

And I was so glad I had my back to him when he took me. And fuck, did he take me. He took me like a herd of stampeding, wild horses. I didn’t want him to see my face. I didn’t want him to know who I was. I wanted to hide. I was afraid he’d see the truth. The truth that I wanted him just as passionately as he wanted me. The truth that the more he took, the more he claimed, the deeper I belonged to him. I’d wanted Jackson since the second he first walked into the Los Lobos bar. Now that I was finally his, it felt like God had answered all my prayers. Whether or not we got away from Los Lobos didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that I was his.

He thrust himself so forcefully into me I thought he’d tear me apart, and I liked it. All I wanted was for him to fuck me harder.

The moment of his orgasm was cosmic. You ever watch those documentaries where they show how the universe was created, the big bang, the explosion that created everything? That’s what Jackson’s orgasm was for me.

I swear, I felt his cock explode in a spasm of ecstasy. I felt it fill the condom with a terrifying force. It made me want to cry to feel it. I wanted the condom to burst. I wanted his semen in my womb.

And then, after he came, he flipped me over so I was facing him. He was still hungry for me. I could feel the throbbing girth of his shaft against my thigh.

“Whatever you want,” I said. “Do whatever you want to me. I’m yours now, Jackson.”

He leaned over and looked deeply into my eyes. God, he was handsome. He had the chiseled face of a classical statue. Love had never been part of my plan, but suddenly, I wanted him to kiss me. He pulled off my dress and bra. I was naked before his eyes, my body literally vibrating with anticipation.

I tilted my head back and opened my mouth. I don’t know why. I was acting on raw instinct.

He met my lips and slid his delicious tongue into my mouth. I moaned in pleasure. I meant it when I said I was his. To this day, I’ve never kissed another man the way he kissed me that night. He brought chills to my skin.

I still wake up sweating, dreaming of that kiss.

From my mouth, his lips moved over my neck, caressing my clavicle, sliding over my ripe nipples.

“Your body is like something I dreamt,” he whispered, then he closed his lips on my nipple and sucked.

I arched my back.

His mouth kept going down, over my navel, over the bones of my hips, and finally to the tender, pink folds of my clit.

When he sucked, something within me responded to him. He was my master. He had complete possession of me. One flick of his tongue, one glance of his piercing eyes, and the pleasure deep inside me fought for release.

I cried out, “Jackson.”

We’d scarcely spent an hour with each other, but already I felt like he’d known me my entire life.

“Suck me,” I moaned, and even as I said it, I felt terrified he’d taste himself on my pussy.

His mouth sucked my clit and the sensation was overwhelming. Tendrils of pleasure shot into my body. There was nothing I could do to escape. I was going to climax, right there, his face so deep in my pussy there was nowhere to hide.

I threw my legs around his head and clenched. He sucked, his tongue flicking my clit ceaselessly, his hands gripping my ass, holding me in place. I couldn’t bear it.

I convulsed, the shock of orgasm hitting me like a freight train. I screamed. The pleasure rushed through me like a Nevada flash-flood.

“Jackson,” I screamed, and even as the orgasm washed over me, waves of pleasure that felt like they’d never end, I knew I’d signed a pact with the devil.

I was his now. There would be no backing out, no escape. My body knew it. My heart knew it. My soul knew it. I belonged to Jackson Jones. The only thing that remained to be answered, was what he was going to do with me.

Chapter 8

Jackson

I
SLEPT LIKE A DEAD MAN.
The universe disappeared. The only things that existed were that room, that bed, and Faith’s tender, naked body lying next to me.

I remained still as she climbed out of the bed. It was just before dawn. She moved around the room, gathering her things quietly. I didn’t know where she was planning to go without me. She’d come to me for help. Why run?

“Put that down,” I said when she picked up my wallet.

“I was just going to take a few dollars,” she said. “Enough to get to the city.”

“And what would you do when you got there?”

She looked at me helplessly. Even now, my cock throbbed at the sight of her. Her pussy tortured me. It was my drug. The thought of what I’d done to her the night before put a thrill down my spine.

“Come here,” I said. “Take off that wet dress and come back to bed.”

“No,” she said.

“You came to me for help.”

“I changed my mind.”

“I told you, right from the beginning, there would be no turning back.”

“I can still go back,” she said. “I don’t want you to get killed. Wolf and the others will stop at nothing. If they killed you, I’d never forgive myself.”

I looked into her eyes. She was terrified. Wolf had really done a number on her. It would take a special kind of torture to scare a woman like Faith that way. I’d make him pay. I’d make them all pay.

I climbed out of bed and for the first time Faith got a look at my naked body in daylight. I knew it would be a shock to her. She gasped. My tattoos weren’t just accessories, they were designed to mask the most horrible scars you can imagine. My entire body was covered in hundreds of thin scars, the result of a torture session I’d suffered at the hands of a monster.

“Take off that dress and get back in my bed,” I said. “You don’t get to change your mind with me. We made a pact. For better or worse, our fates are sealed now.”

She stood motionless for a minute, staring at my tortured skin, her hand in front of her mouth in shock. Then she looked into my eyes and did as I said, slipped out of her dress, and climbed back into the bed. I got in next to her, grabbed her, and pulled her close. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t resist her. She was mine now, my property, and I couldn’t let her escape back to wherever it was she’d come from. What we’d done couldn’t be undone. We’d fused ourselves together.

I put my lips to her ear and nibbled the lobe. “Touch me,” I whispered.

She looked at me questioningly but I knew she understood.

She took my cock in her hand and held it. It was far bigger than her tiny fist. It throbbed and she felt it.

“You want me again?” she said, incredulously.

I nodded. “Again and again and again. You’re mine, forever.”

She climbed down under the covers. She was young, but knew what to do without being told. She knew how to use her body for me, to read my needs, my wants, my desires. She had a natural instinct for pleasuring a penis.

She took me in her mouth. My cock throbbed dangerously, but she didn’t hesitate for a second. She brought her lips to the base of my balls, my long shaft right at the back of her throat. I pulled out, the length of my cock sliding along her delectable tongue. Her mouth felt like velvet. It was delicious. I wanted to spill myself and feel her swallow ever drop.

I put my hands down on her head and gently forced my cock to the back of her throat. I held her there. I didn’t know if she could breathe. My cock pulsed, right on the verge of ecstasy.

This poor, innocent child. What was I doing to her? I’d fucked her. Now I wanted to put my sperm in her throat. I was holding her mouth on my erect penis like a slave.

The truth was,
I
was the slave.

I desired her with a burning passion. It wasn’t just her body I wanted, it wasn’t just the pleasure she could give me. I wanted her heart.

I felt possessive of her in a way that’s impossible to describe.

If I had to die to protect her, I didn’t care. I would do it. I would do what needed to be done.

My cock pulsed again, and the first drips of pre-cum fell from my tip. She swallowed.

I was on the verge. I pulled out of her mouth and brought her back up to me.

“Kiss me,” I said.

She hesitated for just a second, nervous that I’d taste myself on her mouth. Didn’t she know? I
wanted
to taste myself on her. I wanted my scent all over her. I wanted even the animals in the wild to know by scent she was mine.

I put my tongue in her mouth and licked hers. Her tongue danced. Mine chased it. Her lips were so soft they were like heaven.

The tip of my cock found the mouth of her vagina. It was soaking wet. I slid inside her and the throbbing girth of my cock throbbed deep inside.

She gasped. “Jackson.”

“Faith,” I said.

“What are we doing?”

I looked into her eyes. I didn’t know what to say to her, but I did know the answer. I wanted to come inside her. I wanted my semen in her womb.

She slid away from me, her pussy escaping the dangerous reach of my naked cock.

I grabbed her head and pushed her back down beneath the sheets.

Her lips grabbed it and instantly, my cock clenched and pulsed in climax. The force of my orgasm burst inside her, an explosion of passion that poured into her tender mouth. I was going to keep her forever. That’s the thought that drove through my mind as my orgasm pulsed and throbbed inside her mouth.