Page 67 of Hunted By the Headless Horseman
He’s wrecked me. Liquid flames. That must be all that’s left of my pussy. My hands are trembling so hard against the barrel, my fingers white-knuckled.
He heaves hot breaths against the side of my neck, but his cock is still hard inside me. When he ejects, I cry in protest until the next thing I feel is his tongue stroking through my folds.
“Ohgodohgod, holy Hecate and bloody pumpkins!”
He doesn’t seem to care about the angle that has him edging the barrel. He drags his tongue in a long, slow lick all the way up until he flicks one side of my clit. I screech from the hypersensitive impact.
“So damn swollen,” he groans against my pussy, vibrating the sound through my flesh. “Such a pretty pink. Love how wet, how drenched you are for me. I could drink of you forever and still feel nothing but thirst,” he huskily purrs.
He flattens his tongue, laving my clit, then tonguing the very tip of that organ to trace circles around the sensitive nub. He seals his lips to me. I curse. He licks. I moan. He kisses. I gasp. He slides two fingers in me and curves them to that inner knot.
I rock hard against him, clenching, convulsing, scraping my nails against the barrel, and screaming my climax. It goes on and on, lighting up every synapse in my reward center, electrifyingevery nerve, and sending hot, liquid gushing through me and splashing my face with ecstasy.
I’m still gasping, shuddering in the aftermath when he rises, flattens his chest against my back, and puts his lips to my ear. “Trust me, Belle,” he says low and silky.
“Always!” I gush, ready to melt into the ground before him. I have nothing left. He has everything.
Before I can so much as blink, Jack spreads my cheeks, knots his crown to my ass, then slides in slowly, burning, stretching my anus until I clamp the ring of muscles around him like a vice.
“Fuck, Belle!” he curses, thrusts a little more, a subtle, expert rocking of his hips. I love the sounds he makes seated inside my ass. Haunted, tortured, dark sounds. Suspended in time, he pauses here, at the halfway mark.
Teeth sink into my shoulder, and I gasp, tipping my head back against his shoulder but gripping the barrel edges so hard, a fingernail breaks.
“Jack!” I gasp, all my burning muscles begging for him to get out, but I’m too desperate. “Go deeper,” I breathe and turn my head to kiss his neck. A muscle throbs there. Beautiful, honed muscle. Strong pillar of a neck.
“I need it, Belle,” he says darkly against the back of my head, hands lowering to grip my hips. “Need you, my beautiful Belladonna Moore.”
“You have me. I’m here, Jack. And you’re here. Everywhere!” I exclaim in a mad whisper of a plea.
“Take—” He thrusts inside another inch, “that—” and another, “dick!”
I scream when he hammers inside me, buried to the hilt…in my ass. Every inch of me is smoldering. I’m hanging at the very edge of something earth-shattering. Unspeakable pleasure shimmers all over my body, surging so many warm tingles over my skin, I don’t feel quite real. Like we are transcending everything.
He pulls out to the halfway mark, then drives back inside, sending unfathomable pressure through me. My breasts pitch and swing with every thrust. Jack grips the back of my neck, pushes me down until my lips hit the water, and slams into me so hard, itsubmerges my head. God! The paradox of cold water and his hot, throbbing cock blazing my ass sends excruciating rapture through me.
At first, I struggle against his hand, flailing crazily, but his grip on my neck is too hard, too strong, it keeps my head in the water. My lungs slam together. Breath heaves from my nose, turning to wild bubbles. But the pressure!—Oh, fuckfuckfuck, he snaps and buries himself so deep.
My vision spirals, darkness invading. Am I drowning?
With one powerful thrust of his hips and grip of my hair, he jerks my whole head up, growls a “come” against my lips, then claims my mouth in a searing, crushing kiss.
The earth spins off its axis. I fall with it! I explode into the most indescribable, unrestrained, ultimate, omnipotent, and infinite climax ever known. One that shatters me, redefines me, redoing me over and over again until my soul slams against the soul of Jackson Elias Moore.
Visions erupt in my mind.
His hands lift my veil. Face to face with him in the daylight, the sun beaming upon his otherworldly, beautiful features, chiseled and utterly masculine. Our hands bound in a handfasting ceremony. He slides the ring onto my finger. His mouth comes down on mine, romantic, then hard and hungering.
I see it all. A life I want more than anything in the world.
“Fuck, Belladonna! Fuck!”
I come back. I crash back. He shredded my soul. Viciously, monstrously. “Don’t stop, Jack! Your heart. My heart. Body, mind, and soul!” I push out the words.
“Come!” he commands again in the darkest voice like an ancient god.
As he spills his hot ribbons of seed in my ass, he slams his hand down on my pussy, and I…
“Ohmygodohmygod!” I scream from my center squirting, soaking his hand as shock waves of bliss explode through me, sending me spiraling through a storm of euphoria.
