“Uncle.”
Chuckling, he sucks and plays his tongue over the sensitive tips of my breasts until my sex is dripping with need. I open my legs wide, he reaches between my curls, and stops.
“Oh shit. You’re so ready for me. I fucking love you so fucking much.” His lips find their way down my body where he whispers to my navel. “Love you, too.”
He continues his kisses until he reaches my aching want. One leg gets tossed over his shoulder and his rough beard scratches my inner thigh.
Not to be outdone, I stretch a toe to his cock and caress until it jumps, raring to go.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” One finger, then two enter me while he sucks my crazy-swollen nub. Maybe it was the near-death experience, maybe it was seeing him cry but I’m so in love, I can’t take it. Higher than ever before, I shoot to heaven, shuddering and bucking.
Full of tenderness, he turns me onto my hands and knees, finger still pressing on my nub. Then, he enters me fully, backs out with a sucking noise, and does it again, prolonging this epic orgasm.
Again, he plunges deep and our bodies meet core to core. This time he holds my hips and grinds in small circles.
“J-jack.”
“I got you, Blake.” He increases his pace as I meet him thrust for thrust, like some kind of wild woman.
My boobs bounce and nipples swish against the sheets, creating more pure pleasure. If I was high before, now I’m soaring.
I scream and see stars when another amazing release comes out of nowhere.
“Fuck, babe.” He grows thick and pumps his liquids into me, shouting my name.
Still in orgasmic splendor, my inner muscles contract around him and he groans, enjoying each one. When they stop, he slowly pulls out and collapses onto his back, pulling me over his chest.
His sleepy voice mutters, “Fucking love you so fucking much.”
Smiling, I rest my cheek on his chest, loving his musky scent, the beat of his heart, and the tickle of hair. When his breathing becomes regular, it’s so hypnotic I close my eyes and sleep.
When I wake, I’m spooned against him, his heavy arm resting on my lower belly. Slowly, I slide out from under him but when he turns, he rolls onto a lock of my hair.
“Ow!”
“Sorry.” Still half-asleep, he pulls me back into bed, his cock poking my buns.
“I’ll be right back. Promise.”
When he lets go, I head to the bathroom, already fed up with how my bladder seems to have shrunk.
Suddenly, Skype sings from my computer. Only a few people have this account, mostly friends, so I finish up and answer.
“Hello?”
“It’s Philip. We need to talk.”
“Oh my God. Are you okay? I sent the police to find you but by the time they got there, you had already gone. Did you get free?”
I sense rather than see Jack padding into the living room. He stands behind my chair, hand on my shoulder while Philip talks quickly. “Tell your husband to stop looking for your kidnappers.”
“And why would I do that?” Jack’s fingers tighten on my shoulder.
“Taylor?”
“Yeah.”
“You need to know. The men you’re looking for? They’re bad. If you don’t want her to get hurt, back off.”
