Heart of the Hunter (47 page)

Can I tell you one thing? There is nothing in life as thrilling as a guy like Jackson climbing up under your dress in the dark. He gently sucked my clitoris while I just lay there and looked up at the stars.

It was crazy. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Jackson sucked my clitoris like it was a popsicle. He put his mouth over it and sucked till I thought I would faint. I could feel his drool all over me. His saliva combined with my own juices. I was so wet anything could have slid up inside me. Especially his cock.

“I want you,” I moaned.

He didn’t stop sucking. His tongue went from my clitoris, down over the mouth of my vagina, and probed inside me. From there it went down even farther and before I knew it, he was holding me up, his strong hands on my buttocks. I gasped when he licked my anus.

“Please,” I begged. “Fuck me. I want you now.”

He lowered me down. I felt his finger touch my pussy. I thrust forward, forcing my clit back against his mouth, and when his finger slid into my gaping pussy, I cried out in pleasure. I was desperate for him. I moaned. I didn’t want his finger, good as it felt, I wanted his cock.

He kept sucking my clit while his finger probed the depths of my vagina. Then I felt another finger, and this time it was touching my anus.

“I don’t know if I can bear this,” I cried.

I’ll tell you the truth. If someone had come across us right then and there, I don’t think I’d have been able to stop. I was in such a frenzy of lust that I couldn’t have stopped if an earthquake struck. I’d have just lain there and let him eat me.

He angled me back a little, his mouth firmly sucking my clit, and his thumb pressed the tight ring of muscle inside my anus.

“Oh, God,” I cried. “I’m coming. Jackson, I’m coming. I can’t hold it.”

He sucked harder. I shuddered in ecstatic agony. His fingers thrust up deep inside me. My thighs clenched his head so tightly I was sure I’d strangle him. I didn’t care. I didn’t fucking care about anything. The orgasm that was surging through me had taken hold of my body, my mind, and my very soul. I was powerless to resist it.

All in an instant, my muscles contracted. Every nerve in my body began to fire on overload. My synapses exploded. A wave of orgasmic pleasure rushed through me and it washed away everything in its wake. I was powerless against it. I was impaled on Jackson’s fingers, his mouth sucking me like a vacuum cleaner, and my body acted of it’s own accord. There was nothing to do but surrender. The orgasm washed through me like a tsunami and it was immediately followed by another, and another.

“Jackson,” I cried out. “Jackson. Jackson.” How many times had I moaned that name to myself over the years in the privacy of my bed? It was the word that would be on my lips on my dying day.

Jackson. Fucking. Jones.

You took me and you ruined me for other men. You owned me for so long I couldn’t even remember what other men felt like. I was yours wholly and completely. All yours.

He was finally taking what was his.

That’s what I felt. If he’d suggested we go get his name tattooed to my lower back, I’d have agreed. I was his. I always had been and I always would be. From the moment of his naked orgasm in my womb all those years earlier, there was no going back.

You know what it’s like to belong to a man? You know what it’s like to surrender yourself to him? Then you know exactly what I’m talking about. It defies logic. It’s a law of nature, not of society. It’s something animal.

I was Jackson’s, I’d been waiting for his return, and now he was back.

Chapter 33

Jackson

F
UCK ME.

My beautiful Faith had returned to me. She was every bit as delicious as I remembered, and she’d come back to me.

She’d returned to her master, her owner, and I’d never let her slip out of my grasp again.

She was like the first rain in spring, or an ice cold beer after working on a hot day. She knew what she wanted. She knew what I needed. She responded to my every movement like a goddess.

As I sucked her clit, toyed with her pussy, I knew this was the body I’d been built to please. My mind knew it, my heart knew it, even my cock fucking knew it. My cock was driving me forward, pushing me to take what was mine, forcing me to devour this woman. She was completely helpless, and I would ravish her mercilessly.

When I felt her orgasm it was almost as if it was something that was happening to my own body. I felt her contract, I heard her stifled scream, and something inside me reacted to it. I got up from under her skirt and tore my pants open. My cock pushed out like a caged beast, ready to kill. I pointed it at her like a violent weapon.

She took one look at it, shut her eyes, and threw her head back. She knew exactly what was coming.

I hooked my arms under her knees and hitched her up against the back of the cab. There was no escape. She was mine. All fucking mine. I had her where I wanted her and ten men wouldn’t have been able to tear me off her.

She looked at me and our eyes locked, just for an instant, and I like to imagine it was the same as if the eye of a lion locked on a lioness right before he made her his. That’s what it felt like. I felt as if we were two animals, and I was about to reclaim my mate, or my prey.

“You ready for this?”

She nodded.

“There’ll be no going back, Faith. I do this to you, I make you mine.”

She nodded again. “I’m already yours, Jackson. I’ve been yours ever since you put your son in me.”

“Tell me then,” I said. “Tell me to do it.”

She moaned. She’d just orgasmed. She was already mine, I could see it on her face, but I wanted to make her say it.

“Say it.”

“Say what?” she said.

I smiled. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she said.

“Say my name.”

“I’m yours, Jackson Jones. I’ve always been yours. My entire body is your property.”

“Beg me for it,” I said.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

She looked up into my eyes. Then she begged.

“Fuck me, Jackson. Fill my cunt. Fuck me like you own me. Fuck me like I’m yours and only yours.”

“And will you always be mine?” I said.

“Always.”

“No matter what I do to you?”

“Do anything to me,” she begged. “Use me. Please. I’m yours.”

Good enough, I thought. I pressed her knees up against her chest, her wet pussy exposed to my monstrous cock like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. I don’t know what the hell had come over me. I’d never spoken like that to a woman before. Being reunited with her after all those years of yearning was too much to bear. My heart was exploding for her.

When I slid inside her, I was so glad I’d made her say all those things. I’d meant every word and I needed to know she meant it too. She
had
to be mine. I’d kill myself if she wasn’t. She was like a part of me that I needed to survive. She was my life support, my oxygen, without her there was only an eternal void of darkness and violence. She was the only good thing in my life and I knew it. Her and the son she’d given me.

My hungry cock slid deep into her pussy and immediately I felt a spasm of pleasure. I was like a heroine addict feeling the first prick of the needle, the alcoholic tasting that last gulp of bourbon before falling into a stupor.

It was like her pussy had been built for me. It fit like a mother fucking glove. I slid so far inside her that her eyes widened in fear. She didn’t know how deep I was going. She didn’t know if she’d be able to contain me. Well, I’ll tell you what. She contained every bit of me, and she did it better than I’d ever imagined possible. Her pussy clenched my cock like it was holding on to me for dear life. When I slid back out of her, she was so tight it was like trying to escape someone’s grip. She was locked onto me in an exquisite, muscular embrace.

“Fuck,” I gasped. “Faith. You’re killing me. I’m dying.”

“I’m yours,” she panted.

I felt the surge. My cock throbbed, throbbed again, the pulse of my heart flowing right through it, and then I burst. It was an explosion. I literally saw her eyes widen as it happened. That first bursting ejaculation flew up inside her cervix like a power hose. I imagined myself spraying the inside of her womb again, just as I had the first time, coating all of her with my white, sticky substance. Everything my semen touched was mine, forever.

“Jackson,” she cried.

“Yes, say my name. Say my name.”

“Jackson, Jackson.”

“You’re mine, Faith. You’re all mine. I claim you.”

My cock burst again, drenching her insides with another layer of my semen. The poor girl. How would she ever recover from this? I couldn’t imagine any other man had ever fucked a lady this intensely. It was like my cock was trying to kill her, and from the look on her face, it was working. Her cheeks flushed. Her eyes sparkled with the glint of tears. Her mouth formed the shape of someone abandoning all hope, lost at sea, awash in an ocean of ecstatic orgasm.

I could feel her come. That was another heavenly experience, on top of the pleasure I was already feeling. Her orgasm surged through her cunt, her muscles clenching onto my cock like that would somehow save her from what was happening. It felt good. Her cunt was gripping my cock like a vise. It felt so good that it made me burst into a second orgasm of my own. You think women are the only ones who can have multiple orgasms? I’ll tell you, it’s not true. My cock was like a self-loading, double-barrel, shotgun. Another orgasm lined itself up and burst out into her like a machine fucking itself senseless.

Shit. She was literally killing me with pleasure.

I collapsed onto her, my full weight resting on her lithe body. I fell so suddenly I could have hurt her, but from the way she was holding my heaving, panting mass, she wasn’t complaining about a damn thing.

“Jackson,” she whispered.

“Shh,” I said, my cock still lodged inside her. “You’re safe now. It’s over. Twelve years of waiting is over.”

Chapter 34

Faith

“W
ELL?” LACEY SAID.

It was the next morning. The morning after, I think they call it. My womb was still tingling with pleasure at what had happened the night before. I’d slept like a baby. I’d even missed my alarm clock. That was a first. Poor Sam was late for school.

I was on the phone with Lacey. I sat there, my mind rushing through a million things before I answered her.
Make me yours.
That’s what Jackson had made me say.
Tell me you’re mine
.
I claim you
. My spine tingled as I thought back on it.

“Faith,” Lacey said again, “tell me about it.”

“Tell what?” I said

“Don’t be coy with me, girl. Give me the details.”

“Lacey!”

“I mean it. I want to know everything.”

“We did it.”

“Made love?”

“Made love?” I repeated, laughing. “Not exactly.”

“What do you mean?”

“I believe the correct term is fucking.”

“Oh, excuse me. You
fucked
.”

“We
fucked
like jackrabbits, Lacey. My pussy’s still quivering. I’m afraid to touch myself. In the shower this morning his sperm dripped down my leg.”

“You mean you didn’t use protection?”

I paused before answering.

“What’s the point?” I said, after thinking about it. “I’ve already had his child. I’ve been waiting for him for twelve years. I think we’re pretty committed to each other.”

“Faith, honey,” Lacey said. “Girl, you’ve got to look after yourself. I know he drives you wild. I know you’ve been waiting for him to come back to you. But you still don’t want to throw everything to the wind and get pregnant again. What about the business we’re building? What about finding out for real if Jackson’s sticking around this time.”

“I know,” I said, embarrassed at how stupid I’d been.

“I mean,” Lacey continued, “I love Jackson and I completely believe he’s here to stay, but don’t you think you owe it to yourself to make him prove that to you before you let him put another child in your womb?”

“You’re right,” I said. “Of course you’re right. I got carried away.”

“I know,” Lacey said. “And I’d have done the same in your position. But I wouldn’t be doing my job as a best friend if I didn’t tell you to look out for yourself. But you’re a big girl. I’m sure you know what you’re doing.”

I shook my head. I usually knew what I was doing. Jackson Jones was a distinct exception. I didn’t know what had come over me. Every time I was with him my body seemed to beg for his semen. It was crazy.

“When are you going to see him again?” Lacey said.

I felt butterflies in my stomach when she said that. I wanted to see him again so badly. Of course I did. My body did. My vagina especially wanted to see Jackson Jones again. My vagina wanted to move in with Jackson Jones. It wanted to give itself to him, be his slave. My vagina wanted to tattoo Jackson Jones’s name on itself so that the whole world knew who owned it. But I was more than a vagina. I was a full person, a mother, with responsibilities. I had to be reasonable.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“What did he say?”

“We didn’t make a plan, but I know he intended to see me again soon.”

“Did he take your number?

“No. I wanted to give it to him but it didn’t come up. I don’t know if he has a cell phone. He’s so old school.”

“Well, I dare say he’ll figure out how to get a hold of you when he needs to.”

“Lacey,” I said. “I was embarrassed. I let him go down on me. He sucked my clit, licked my asshole, fucked me without a condom.”

“He did all that?”

“God, yes.”

“Where?”

“In the back of his truck.”

Lacey laughed. “I get it. So when it was all over, you were feeling a little sheepish.”

“I just had to get out of there and collect my thoughts. He dropped me off.”

“At least he knows where you live.”

“Yes,” I said. Then, turning the subject from myself to Lacey, “What about you? How was your night.”

“I had a few drinks with Grant and then he dropped me off at home,” she said.

“That means we have to go back and get your car,” I said, half excited at the proposition. What if I saw Jackson again? I just wanted any excuse to go down to the valley.