From the look on his face, he reluctantly lets my breasts drop, swollen and heavy with need. He leans down and quickly pecks my lips before placing his hands on either side of my head, straight-armed, holding himself up to really let me have it.
In and out, slamming into me, he’s just as lost to the pleasure as I am, moaning loudly between his deep breaths, the sound guttural and so fucking sexy, turning me on like never before.
My body is moving as best it can in the position when I feel it… the familiar build, that deep burn creeping through my body.
My face screws up in disbelief as Jack rotates his hips over and over, pumping into me hard and deep, slapping our bodies together.
I’m going to come… from sex.
“Jack,” I cry.
“I know, baby,” he pants. “Squeeze me and let it go. Come all over my cock, Annabelle.” His face is a mix of pain and pleasure as he enters me with force. “Fuck. Yes,” he screams as I throw my head back and cry out as a full-force orgasm rips through me, taking over everything in me.
I’m crying, shaking, and screaming.
This is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
I look up until our eyes connect. Locked together and unable to move, we share a raw, emotional moment before Jack screams out, following me as I feel his cock jerks and warmth fills me deep.
After a few seconds, he drops to my side, pulling me close, crashing his lips to mine. Despite his roughness, our kiss is soft and tender.
My body is tired and limp, feeling overwhelmed and completely bare. I open my mouth and a small whimper escapes as I whisper another, “I love you.”
“I love you, and I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he whispers, squeezing me tight.
For many years, I stayed away from Jack, trying to protect myself, thinking he was no good for me. Who knows… maybe he wasn’t then, but now, we’re finally free to live happily.
We lie in each other’s arms quietly for another few minutes until we hear a sound in the distance.
“What the fuck was that?” He leans up, looking around, but it’s too dark to see anything in the distance. Then we hear it again, a mix of squeals and grunts echoing through the property.
Jack pops up and pulls me with him. “We need to get the fuck out of here.”
I look down and giggle. “It might be rather hard for you to walk like that.” I point down, and he laughs as he tucks himself back in and pulls up his trousers.
We’re at the edge of the property, walking quickly back to the house, away from the noise, when I turn and see it.
Wild boars.
Jack stills, his eyes flickering to me with pure terror lacing through them. “B. What the fuck do we do? These things are vicious.”
“It’s fine. Let’s just keep walking,” I say, just as one of the boars growls at our sight.
“Annabelle!” he screams, and I double over in laughter. He has no idea the DeLucas just fenced this area due to the overpopulation of the boars.
“This is not fucking funny.” He tries to pick me up and run, but I’m squirming and laughing too hard.
I can barely breathe. “There’s a fence,” I finally get out.
He stills, puts me down, and looks through the next opening, shaking his head, deciding it’s not enough. “These things look fucking angry. They’re going to break through any second and fucking eat us.”
I raise my eyebrow. “Hmm, I’d rather you eat me.”
“You’re a sick fuck, you know that, Annabelle Peters? I’m about to die, and you’re thinking about me eating your fucking pussy?” he cries, yanking out his hair.
Drunk, scared Jack is bloody hilarious, and I still can’t get a handle on myself.
“But what a way to go… death by pussy. I’ll engrave it on your headstone.”
