Page 66 of Hunted By the Headless Horseman
The apple bumps the barrel. Now, I hurry. Now, I snatch it up and hurl it over the side, thrilled when it topples and hits the ground, rolling away.
“Yes!” I squeal.
No sooner do I squeal than Jack is spinning me around and lowering me to the ground. I come face to face with his thick length. Guess I got the progression wrong. But I’ll take cock any way I can. My mouth waters at the sight of him fisting his shaft or staff as he likes to call it at times. So hung, he has to hold the base to lift it.
I shiver as I trace the bulging vein winding through his cock, grinning when he jerks.
Eat it…to your heart’s desire, my Belle.
God, I love that sexy, dark growl. Eat. Not suck. After three days without him, he knows I’m famished. A bead of cum glistens on the crown, and I can’t wait to taste him.
Leaning in with a soft smile, I slowly fold my lips around the tip. More heat fills my core, liquid heat, from his heavy breaths, the sight of his chest heaving as I take my time. I savor him, bobbing up and down like I did with the apples before slowly gliding down. And with a deep, sucking breath, I slide down until his cock penetrates my throat.
Ahh, thunderation!He exclaims, his voice so gravelly, it surges molten desire in my cunt.
I love his antiquated words. I love knowing how much I please him. It gives me power like I’ve never felt. Even when he knots my hair with his fists and urges me lower, deeper until my breath withers, it’s still my choice to be here—on my knees.
He has shattered all my boundaries because I don’t need them with him. He may be a myth of legend, a supernatural curse, but he is raw and real, and I will never let him go.
Such a good, little girl taking Master Jack’s cock.He holds my head in place. Put your fingers in your sex, so wet and thirsty for me.
I don’t need to be told twice. My moan wraps all around his cock as I keep bobbing while pumping my fingers in and out of my soaked pussy. Fluids escape, dripping down my thighs with every second.
My eyes water as my breath thins. Jack has picked up the rhythm. Pumpkin spice hits my tongue. Pistoning in and out, thick, muscled thighs thrusting power with his hands tightening around my hair, my Headless Horseman snaps, growlingthrough our bond with his release. He dumps thick ropes of seed. I swallow every drop, and before he may even command me, I suck him hard, milking every pumpkin-spiced drop.
When he captures my chin, I shudder, a wave of desire overcoming me. It happens whenever he does that.
Such a good girl,he says while commanding my face, tipping my chin until I’m imagining his eyes, his face, every part of him.So unashamedly dirty. My beautiful, filthy Belle.
A deep, hot blush spreads through my cheeks and down to flush my chest. I love his dirty talk and how expertly he pairs praise with degradation.
One more time, my Belle.He urges me to rise and turns me around to the barrel. One more time!
Invigorated by the idea of what I want most coming, I grip the sides of the barrel, lower my head, and seek the closest apple. I don’t expect him to plunge two fingers right to their gloved knuckles inside me. I lurch, bumping the apple.
Tsk, tsk, tsk,he clicks his tongue.I had such high hopes.
“That’s not fair!” I protest.
All is fair in love and apple bobbing, my Belle.
Prick. A feminine snarl rises in me, but just as it leaves mymouth, Jack slams his cock through my opening all the way to the back of my pussy, shocking me, astonishing me with his raiding me. I squeeze, then spasm, screeching his name as I fall apart into an orgasm more intense than previous ones.
“Don’t turn around,” he growls the deep warning, his head returned.
“Oh, god, yes! Please, don’t stop, Sir!” I moan from the orgasm that seems to go on and on, coming from all directions. The moment he rubs his lips along the side of my neck, then sinks his teeth in, I clamp down, convulsing into another wave of bliss.
He pulls out to the tip, then drives himself into me again, impaling me on his cock. All my inner muscles squeeze around him.
“That’s it, my Belle. Such a sweet quim taking all my cock.”
He’s a beast off his leash. I cry and moan and sob with his hands touching every part of me, thumbing my nipples as he pounds me hard against the barrel. He savages me. Ruins me for all others. I’m slick with sweat, breaths ragged and tearing from my mouth.
“Fuck, Belle, you have bewitched me, broken me!” He rocks me, hammering with a rhythm, monstrous and pulsing, I feel him everywhere. In my blood. In my bones. In my heart, my soul.
The wind kicks up a notch, rustling the trees around us as if they are dancing to our love. In the distance, I hear a lone, mournful gull’s cry.
Just as my inner muscles begin to flutter. Jack yanks my head back by my hair and crushes his lips to mine. His groan vibrates through me, sending a crazed orgasm. He shudders and curses inside my mouth, strengthening our climaxes as we come together.
