Page 27 of Hunted By the Headless Horseman
He increases the pace, pistoning that silver cane in and out, sliding it all the way to the edge of my opening…His control is so unfair when I’m ready to shatter and then melt into a puddle of pumpkin spice latte goo.
I rush through the next words to avoid stammering, arriving at,“Jack thrust in her open mouth, filling it with the head of his cock, while her palm cupped his sack, heavy with his balls. All four of them.Oh, god, Jack!” I shriek because he plunged the handle back in with a single, pronounced thrust.
He slaps the swell of my breast, tears the delicate lace, and pinches my nipple in a punishing warning.
“Sir, I’m sorry, Sir.”
I am quite eager to hear the rest of the story, Belladonna.Another brutal thrust. I’m practically gushing. He doesn’t grind again, and I’m sure if he did, I’d probably come right away. He doesn’t have four balls, does he? Oh, lord, have mercy on my sinner soul!
I swear I hear him chuckle.
My words scramble through the next part. I know I missed a paragraph. Or two. Or three.“For an unfathomable reason, she didn’t gag as he pushed himself deep inside her mouth. It must have been his Halloween magic.”
Jack rubs the pad of his thumb upon my nipple, stimulating the flesh, which has a hypersensitive line right for my clit. He might not have a tongue, but Jack is beyond skilled with his fingers. I’m convinced every part of him is Halloween magic!
Working the swollen nub from side to side, circling it with his finger, pressing his thumb along the clit with the lightest pressure…
“Sir, I’m-I’m so close…”
He pauses with the cane.Continue, Belladonna.
“Jack’s both hands gripped the back of her head, and he thrust frantically with groans and grunts that made the whole room vibrate, the floor shaking slightly under Suzy’s knees.”
My Jack caresses my breast, testing the weight…seeming to know exactly how to stroke, tease, and make me long for more. I close my eyes, licking my lips from his touch that is like worship on the parts of me that were made out to be the forbidden fucking fruit of the first sinning temptress. Jack’s touch is…erotic and beautiful. Nothing like the quick groping from several of the boys in my community.
I put them out of my head. I focus on Jack. On my sensitized clit that he’s inflaming, my soaked cunt that he’s caning, and my breast that he’s massaging.
Steady, girl. Are you still with me, sweet summoner? My beautiful Belle…do you wish me to stop?
“No!” I nearly screech, digging my nails into the sides of the stepladder, probably getting a splinter or two. “Please don’t stop!” I beg, blinking through the haze of need and hunger.
Then, read.
“F-Finally, J-Jack thrust harder, and his sweetness burst inside Suzy’s mouth. Sh-she swallowed as fast as she could, but it kept co-coming and co-coooming, dripping down herchin, flooding her mouth with the taste of pumpkin spice.”
You want me to fuck your sopping, wet quim with this cane?He slowly thrusts the handle in deeper.You wish to weep and gush as I drive you mad, sweet girl? Are you imagining my tongue here?He rubs my wet clit again.
I clench hard. More blood rushes to my cheeks, competing with the molten liquid in my pussy.
Do you imagine my lips here? Suckling from your lush, abundant breasts?He curls his thumb around my nipple.Do you wish it was my cock instead of my cane driving hard into your drenched flesh?He starts to slide it out, but I clamp down harder.Ahh, yes, there’s my good girl, precious dirty girl wanting my manhood inside her pretty quim. Such a greedy girl.
The filthy words coming from his masculine voice, so deep and velvety, nearly send me over the edge. He grinds the cane in deeper.
“When no more cum came out, and Jack’s balls felt slightly lighter in her hand – although still round and full – he slid out of her mouth with a growl.”
One more thrust, and I know I’ll be there.
The fingers at my clit and breast retreat. I battle every urge to moan. A powerful hand coils around the base of my throat, gloved fingers firmly touching the curvature.Give me your words, Belladonna. You love when I own you and use you as such, don’t you? Your sweet, soppy sex is ready for my cock, isn’t it? Do you know how hard I am for you? I aim to drive you mad, but you have driven me madder, my Belle. I am a man possessed. A manic, daft Jack. Goddamn exploded in my pants last time. I am a man and a monster damned to hell and back for what you have aroused in me.A dark, possessive growl thunders into my mind.
Suddenly, he spreads my legs more, his broad shoulders anchoring my thighs. Then, warmth and flesh…they rub against my clit. But it’s not his finger. Or his hand. When I glance down, I gasp, ragged breaths escaping because he’s using hisneckon myclit!
One. More. Deep. Thrust.
“I’ll fuck you now, wiiiitch!”
I scream through the last word of the chapter, I scream my orgasm. Every last muscle in my cunt clamps down on his cane. I scream his name again and again as he leans back, his fingers capturing my clit again while he curls a thumb around my nipple with his other. Hot electric tingles break out all over my skin. Rocking against the cane handle, I clench my teeth around my cries until they fade into gasps from the aftermath that has led me to shake.
He slowly slides the cane out. I double over but throw my hair over my shoulder to see him. My wetness glistens on the edges of his neck. He rises, rubbing my slickness across his gloved fingers. Is he imagining what I would taste like? My legs still shudder, but I flick my gaze down to the sizable bulge in his pants.
