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He began thrusting into her mouth, his breath coming in pants. His muscles tensed as he gently rubbed his thumb over her cheek. “I can’t hold back anymore Becca.”

She moaned against his flesh and sucked harder. His balls tightened. “Becca… Oh Jesus!” She took him even deeper and swallowed as his climax splintered and his hot seed spurted into her mouth. Her mouth pulled and milked him until he lay still, gasping for breath, his body coated with a sheen of sweat as she lapped up the last drop of his ejaculation.

He reached for her and pulled her into his arms. “You okay, sugar?” He murmured against her hair. His hand moved over her breast and she closed her eyes, drinking in the spirals of pleasure.

“Mm hmm.” She laid her hand over his as it stroked her breast, teasing her nipple.

She loved it when he did that. He slid one leg between hers and pressed his hips against her. Her eyes opened wide and she turned her face to him. “You’re

hard…again…already?”

“Mm hmm.” His lips met hers in a tender caress. His tongue mated with her mouth.

“It seems…” He kissed down her jaw, “that I can’t…” nibbled her neck, licked her collarbone, “get enough of you.” He adjusted his body till he was laying over her, nuzzling his face between her plump breasts, inflaming her skin with each flick of his tongue, each scrape of his teeth. The weight of him only added to her arousal. She raised a leg and thrust her hips forward, pressing against his hard thigh as his lips finally closed over one eager nipple. She cried out, her hands clutching his shoulders. “Sweet Becca,” he moaned against her aching flesh.

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She arched up, giving him better access. His hand slowly moved down her stomach to comb through the soft curls of her mound. She shuddered as he cupped her, dipped his fingers silkily into the drenched folds. “Jackson, please.” She moved her body against his hand; the feel of his rough skin against her slick tender flesh almost sent her over. Then suddenly he took her wrists and placed her arms above her head, kissed her mouth and moved away from her. She shivered at the sudden chill and looked up at him grinning down at her.

“S’okay, sugar, I’ll be right back. Don’t move, don’t go anywhere without me.” He tilted his head downward and cut her a look. “I mean it, Becca, stay just like that. Don’t move.” He looked at her for a moment and took a deep breath. “You’re so sexy like that.

I’d handcuff ya if I didn’t like what you do with those hands so much.”

Rebecca watched Jackson’s fine ass as he turned and walked out of the room.

Whimpering, she took a deep breath of her own.

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Chapter Twelve

Rebecca lay frustrated on the bed, her hands behind her head, her knees raised and swaying open and closed as she gritted her teeth and stared at the ceiling.

“I’m back!” She looked over to find Jackson standing in the doorway holding a cucumber. “Damn, I shoulda brought my camera!”

“Like hell!”

“Aw, Becca, it’s a Polaroid. It’d be fun. And I’d have a picture of that pretty pussy anytime I wanted a peek.”

“No, I mean the vegetable, Jackson.”

“Well, technically, baby, it’s a fruit.” She gave him a look. He shrugged, looking down at the long fat cucumber. “Well, don’t rule it out; let’s just see how it goes.”

She rolled her eyes. “Okay, can I move now?” He grinned and jumped on the bed. He leaned down and kissed her mouth hard and fast, then latched onto her nipple and sucked hard. “Oh, ow! Damn!”

The rumble of Jackson’s laugh against her breast caused her to squirm closer.

“I’m sorry, sugar. Let me make it better.” He teased then laved her abused nipple with his hot tongue. Rebecca swallowed hard and looked at him.

She squinted at the cucumber in his hand. Its peel had been shaved away in a wide spiral design all over. “What did you do to it?”

“I decorated it.” Jackson waggled his brows. “Makes for better friction.” He turned it in his hand. “Did a good job, too. Ain’t it pretty?”

Her eyes widened then narrowed. “What are you up to?”

He turned on his side, propped up on his elbow, and looked down at his

erection. “I’d say we got almost seven inches, but Bubba’ll get a little bit bigger as we go along.”

She looked up at him with a grimace. “Bubba?”

A wicked grin slowly spread across his face and those steel gray eyes glittered with mischief. His palm idly rubbed over her breasts, teasing her nipples and then he trailed his fingers lightly through the valley between them. He winked at her and planted a kiss on her chin. “Yep. Bubba.”

She gestured with a nod and turned toward him, pressing her breasts against him.

He rubbed his nose against hers and kissed her mouth softly. Rebecca lifted a brow.

“Won’t Bubba be jealous of…uh…the jolly green giant ya have there?”

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He frowned in feigned seriousness. “Naw, Bubba and me, we got an

understandin’.” She draped a leg around his hip and ran her hand up his back and down to squeeze the cheek of his rock hard ass.

“Oh yeah?” She reached between them and caressed him, tenderly stroking up and down.

His eyes darkened, their gaze sharpened. “Yeah.” He leaned in and kissed her, his hand moving down to rub the wet curls that covered her mound, then dipped lower.

“What understanding?” she asked shakily.

“Play toys can be fun, a whole hell of a lot of fun. But when it comes right down to it, sugar, Bubba can not be replaced.”

She tilted her head and kissed him deeply, sensuously. Arousal flowed through her like warm honey. “Hallelujah,” she murmured softly against his mouth.

“Don’t be too hasty now, baby. You’re gonna love Mr. Cuke.”

She laughed. “We shall see.”

“Oh, hell yeah, we will.” He moved lower and her body shuddered as he rubbed and sucked and molded her breasts, worshiping them. He caressed her ribs with his mouth. She was torn between arousal and ticklishness. Jackson chuckled at her squirming. He moved to her navel, his teeth grazing over the little dip. His fingers slipped between her lips and slid through the hot cream of her arousal.

He moved his fingers gently, slowly spreading her honey over her tender folds, her hardening clit. She arched into him. He kept teasing the soft skin below her navel with his tongue as he slowly inserted two fingers into her tight channel. She moaned, her stomach quivered. He laved lower still as he moved in and out, stimulating and stretching her clenching sheath. He moved around till he was between her thighs. “Scoot back, Becca,” he said with a smile.

“Jackson, what are you going to do?” she asked. Feeling a bit nervous but excited, she moved higher on the bed to give him room.

He met her gaze. “I’m gonna make you feel good, Becca. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to hurt you.” He smiled and winked at her, comfortably positioning himself.

He bent and flicked his tongue over her clit.

“Ah! Oh, okay, okay,” she whimpered.

“That’s it, sugar. Mmm you taste so good,” he murmured against her. “Such a pretty, sweet, tight little pussy.” He probed her again and ran his fingers around the slick opening of her vagina. “Just relax, Becca.”

She nodded and bit her bottom lip. Jackson spread her legs apart until she was completely open to him. He nipped and licked at her inner thighs as he rubbed the cucumber through her juices and swirled it around her clit then probed her opening. She couldn’t believe how good it felt. Her breath was coming in little moans. She couldn’t help it. But when he leaned closer and took her clit between his lips, lightly drawing on it as he slowly pressed the cucumber deeper inside her, she thought she’d come apart.

“Oh my God. Jackson.”

“That’s good, baby,” he whispered, his hot breath on her, fanning the flame. His tongue circled her clit and he pressed deeper into her. She tilted up, thrusting against his 62

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mouth as his fingers slid down, massaging the sensitive skin between her vagina and anus. She cried out, tossing her head back and forth.

“Deeper, Jackson, go deeper.” She felt his smile against her pussy and couldn’t help smiling herself. “Oh yes.” She arched up off the bed.

Jackson obliged her and licked from the cuke to her clit in hot firm strokes as he began moving the cucumber. Her cunt pulsed and clenched and she ground her hips upward to take more of the cucumber rasping in and out of her. His mouth latched onto her clit and he gently sucked on it. Her pussy began to vibrate but she was too close to orgasm to understand it. Through the deafening sound of her blood pounding through her veins she thought she could hear him humming. “Oh faster, oh, Jackson.”

She moaned, her hands clutching at the sheets as he worked her with his mouth, his fingers, the damn cucumber. She cried out and bucked against him as her world burst into a myriad of color, her body trembling with the impact of her orgasm. She closed her eyes and rode the cucumber and Jackson’s mouth until the hard spasms pounding inside her smoothed to soft pulses. Rebecca lay there as Jackson pulled the cucumber from her clenching body. He bent and laved her cunt. Lapping up her juices, his tongue speared into her then licked up to her clit. He drove her up again, torturing her with that incredible tongue. She fisted her hands in his hair and tried not to pull as she screamed his name through her next orgasm.

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“I’m sorry I pulled your hair.” She was stroking it back away from his forehead. His head lay between her breasts, his eyes closed. His dark thick lashes made him look so young. She kissed his hairline and continued smoothing a finger over his brow, making circles over his temples, and tracing the tiny lines fanning from the corner of his eye.

“S’okay, I’m hard headed.” He smiled. His lips were full and firm and well defined.

She nodded and smiled at that. “Hey, you didn’t need to agree, I can feel your nod.”

She chuckled. He sure was stubborn and strong and sexy and bold and fun. He was like no man she’d ever met. “I can’t believe I fucked a pickle and loved it.”

Jackson sighed and nuzzled her breast. “It was a cucumber, not a pickle. The Jolly Green Giant!” He opened one eye. “And, baby, it was
I
who fucked you, not the cucumber.”

“Nope, doesn’t count, you weren’t inside me so it wasn’t you. I was fucked by a…cucumber.” She tried to contain her smile and feigned deep thought. “You know, I think cucumbers are a summer crop. I bet I still have time to plant some.” She looked down at him with mock excitement. “Oh man, if I get me some Miracle Gro, there’s no tellin’ what I could produce!”

He opened both eyes and sat up. She lowered her eyelids, stared at the ceiling dreamily and moaned.

“Hold on here. It was me; I was the one, baby. In fact, I made you come hard enough to rattle your molars.”

“Oh, please.”

“Yeah, I think you said that too!”

“Sheriff Montgomery, are you feeling threatened by a cucumber?” She laughed.

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“Hell no.” He grinned. “I just think maybe you haven’t been fucked good enough yet.”

“Hmmm.” She crossed her arms over her breasts. “Maybe not, then again…” She gave him a leveled look.

He scowled at her and, cupping her face, he captured her mouth with his. His hands moved over her, stirring the embers of her desire. He trailed kisses down her chin, to her chest, to the valley between her breasts. His hand lay on her stomach and inched downward but not far enough. He was teasing her, torturing her.

He moved back to her mouth and she could feel his smile against her lips. That did it. She rolled him over but he got the best of her by trapping her legs between his then locking his ankles over hers. His hot cock probed her mound and Jackson reached between them, directing himself between the triangle of her closed thighs and her tender folds. She groaned as his shaft glided over her swollen clit. His hands gripped the cheeks of her butt and passed his fingers softly over the cleft. She was going crazy. She wanted him inside her so badly she thought she’d die from the want alone. “Please, Jackson, I can’t stand it.”

He kissed her and stroked her hot mouth as he groaned surging his hips upward.

The rough slide of his thick steely hardness wrapped in velvet as it speared through her creamy sensitive folds made her forget everything but her body and what Jackson was making her feel. Jackson looked up at her, his lids heavy over silver ringed black pools of raw desire. “Yes you can, just hold on to me, Becca.” His whisper was like a caress and her breath hitched.

Every cell strained for release but she struggled to hold back. Her hands clutched his shoulders and she lifted her chest from his, her nipples grazing his chest, exhilarating her, pushing her higher and higher. She pressed her pelvis closer, clenching her thighs, trying to keep him still. The head of his cock throbbed against her bottom.

His palms pushed gently against her hips and he tilted his head back, driving up again.

She saw stars; her climax was simmering there on the brink threatening to drown them both in the grip of pleasure. She was breathless, begging him, “Jackson.”

Before she could think he flipped her onto her back. Jackson bared his teeth and with a growl, rammed his full, thick length into her to the hilt. Rebecca screamed as her orgasm exploded and she bucked against him, plunging upward to meet every thrust.

The rippling waves barely had time to fade when she shattered again the second climax, sending her hurtling out of control as wave after wave washed over her. He rotated his hips, grinding against her with each thrust.

Driving her up again, Rebecca clung to his pistoning hips, clenching his cock tighter with her inner walls, pulling him deeper into her heat. She was so hot. She’d climaxed more than ever before and felt as thought she would combust at any moment, but she wanted more, wanted it to last forever. He reached between them to torment the throbbing bud that ached for yet another release. Arching up, her moans turned to cries; her hands gripped his ass, urging him deeper.