Epilogue #3
“Not a chance,” I said. “Now take off your clothes, big guy. You’ve got something I need.”
“I think that goes both ways,” he said as he undid his belt.
In seconds, we’d torn free of our clothes and stood naked, our clothes thrown to the side in a pile, looking at each other as if for the first time.
Jackson’s hungry gaze roved over my body.
A pleasant ache formed in my nipples as they hardened under his gaze.
I let my own desire take hold and scanned his entire body.
Broad tight chest, rippling stomach muscles, and tree-trunk legs.
Not an ounce of fat on him. Jackson looked like a carving of a Greek god.
And there, between his legs, rigid and throbbing, was his massive cock.
“Lie down on your back,” I commanded.
“I love a woman who takes charge,” Jackson said as he settled on the bed.
I climbed onto him, wiggling until his cock was nestled between my ass cheeks, pointing straight up and pulsing along with his heartbeat.
He reached up, wrapping me in thickly muscled arms. We kissed, his mouth gentle and tender against mine while his fingertips massaged my back, shoulders, and ass.
The soft way his lips and tongue caressed mine spoke of love and need.
Part of me still couldn’t believe I was going to spend my life with this man.
“I want to show you how much I love you,” I whispered against his lips. I eased my hand down between us, sliding along his stomach until my fingers wrapped around his shaft. Jackson gave a grunt of satisfaction as I squeezed him gently.
Lifting my hips slightly, I angled his cock to press the head deliciously against my clit.
Using him like a toy, I rubbed it back and forth, sending waves of pleasure up through my pelvis.
Jackson’s breathing picked up, becoming heavier, and his hands gripped my ass hard.
Rising up slightly, I positioned the thick head of his cock at my entrance.
Releasing a low moan of ecstasy, I sank down onto him, taking every inch in.
“Oh, fuck,” Jackson groaned.
Once I was fully seated, I rose up, steadying myself with my hands on his chest, and rocked my hips back and forth. Each movement had his cock hitting my G-spot.
“Ride me, baby,” Jackson whispered, running his hands up my stomach and cupping my breasts.
Taking his suggestion, I picked up my speed, grinding and rocking faster.
Jackson lifted his hips, timing his movement to my own, forcing his cock deep into me, filling me until I thought I might pass out.
The sensation of being filled, of having him inside my body, taking as well as giving pleasure, never ceased to fill me with a deep contentment.
He was mine, and I was his. Forever. Had I not been enjoying myself so much, it might have brought me to tears.
Instead of crying, I released a moan of satisfaction as Jackson pinched my nipples. Each soft twist sent a pleasurable tingle straight to my core. My clit throbbed. I leaned forward to grind against his pubic bone. Already, I could feel an explosive climax building deep within me.
“Make me come, baby,” I whimpered, digging my nails into his chest. “Please.”
“Come here,” Jackson growled, then pulled me down until my breasts were pressed against his chest.
He took me with a savagery that—had it not felt so fucking good—would have been terrifying. His cock slammed up into me with such speed and aggression that I couldn’t even keep track of when he was inside me and when he was pulling free.
I thought I might actually explode when the first climax struck me, bursting forth and shattering my entire world into a kaleidoscope of ecstasy.
Even as I tried to comprehend the avalanche of pleasure he was giving me, he continued to fuck me like mad.
A second orgasm nearly tore me in two. After that, it was as if a row of dominos had been toppled, one after another crashed into me.
I would have cried out, but it was all I could do to keep breathing.
“I love you more than life itself,” Jackson panted into my ear, still pounding away within me. “You’re so sexy when you come.”
I couldn’t respond. Instead, I simply sank into him, accepting what he was giving and basking in the earthshaking glow of carnal delight as sweat sheened across my body.
Finally, he slowed down, gliding in and out in a languid stroking motion, giving me a respite from the tsunami of orgasmic delight. Even then, it still felt indescribably good. I wanted his cock inside me forever.
“Look at me,” he said. “Look in my eyes.”
Shaking, and barely able to do as he asked, I pressed my hands into the bed and rose up to look into his face. He gazed up at me with an overwhelming love and desire that nearly broke my heart.
“I love you, Shyanne,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” I said, nearly sobbing with both love and pleasure. “Finish, baby. I want to feel you come inside me.”
He growled and picked up the pace as he stared into my eyes. The connection between us had never been stronger. Our eyes locked, and we became one. I’d never felt as safe anywhere as I did in his arms. I lifted my hips and brought them down in time with his own movements.
“I’m gonna come,” Jackson groaned, clenching his teeth.
I moved faster, up and down, eyes rolled back in rapture as his cock began to throb and twitch, emptying within me.
“Yes,” I whispered as he cried out. “Give it to me. I want it all.”
His climax lasted longer than usual, and he grunted and writhed beneath me as I continued to fuck him, milking every ounce I could get out of him. When he was fully spent, he collapsed, arms falling to the bed, gasping as his cock slowly softened inside me.
I kissed his chin, then his cheek, and finally his lips. Exhausted, he grinned up at me, running a hand lovingly across my back.
“Can you believe we get to do this forever?” he said.
“You might break me if it’s always like that,” I said with a smile.
He chuckled and pulled me close, kissing me long and soft.
I snuggled down into him, clenching my walls around his cock.
This was what I wanted. Forever? Even that didn’t sound long enough.
This strange world I’d found myself in had become my normal.
The magic and the mystical was amazing, but nothing could compare to the love of this man.
I’d found my home in him, and I couldn’t ask for anything more.
We had our whole lives ahead of us, and I couldn’t wait to see what came next.