back out. In and out, like an engine piston. Something took over, an insane passion.
I knew that when I came, my semen would hit her cervix. No rubber bag would catch my seed this time. I would pour freely into her womb and, together, we would create a new life. I wanted it. I wanted to feel it happen.
I pushed in, my cock throbbing with pleasure. I was forcing myself so deep she cried with each thrust.
An innocent child—that’s what I thought as my cock plowed her mercilessly.
Her legs clenched my waist so tightly she was going to bruise us both. I wanted it. I wanted to be bruised. I wanted to leave my mark on her.
She was mine. She was going to be mine forever.
Any man that threatened that risked his life. I would erase all memory of Wolf Staten from the world. He’d defiled Faith, he’d threatened her, and she was mine .
I grabbed her breasts. They were so small and soft in my massive hands. I looked into her eyes.
“I’m coming, Faith.”
“I know,” she cried.
I could feel it. I felt the force of my semen blast into her with such intensity it threatened to shatter her. She cried out. Her muscles clenched me so tightly it hurt. Her cunt gripped my cock like a noose. I shot my load into her like my very life depended on it. Her womb took my semen. I flowed into her. Again and again I climaxed. Each surge of pleasure brought a new spurt of sperm.
Her eyes were locked on mine. I was doing it. I was putting my seed in her belly. I was putting my child in her.
I’d taken her. I’d claimed her. She was mine now, and she’d be mine forever. God Himself could not undo what I’d just done to her.
“I’m yours,” she whispered as my orgasm subsided.
“Yes,” I said. “You’re mine,” and as I said it, my voice cracked.
Tears welled up in my eyes and fell onto her face. For the first time in my adult life, I cried.
Chapter 13
Faith
I T MAKES NO SENSE, but that night with Jackson, I felt safer than I’d ever felt before in my life. Everything was different. The entire world was new. I was his now, his property, his woman. I was carrying his child, or at least, I hoped I was. I’d know in a few weeks. And that’s all that mattered.
At no time during the past two years, during all the time I’d spent with Wolf Staten, had I felt that safe or that possessed. Despite all Wolf’s power, all the henchmen he had at his beck and call, he’d never felt as powerful or as possessive as Jackson felt.
I wanted to be owned by Jackson. I wanted to be his property. I wanted his semen inside me.
Carrying his child would be the greatest honor of my life.
The only problem was that in the morning he was going to ride out to the Los Lobos compound and find his death.
I clung to him so tightly that night, as if I could somehow stop the storm that was brewing. I knew I couldn’t. I might as well have been trying to stop the weather.
Through the window I could see the white orb of the moon. It was a peaceful place. I loved that house. I would happily have stayed there with Jackson. I’d have been able to forget Wolf. He wouldn’t find us there. It would be like I’d never known him. But Jackson couldn’t live like that. I knew that, and I respected it.
“Faith,” he whispered.
“Yes?”
“Do you feel different?”
I touched my belly. It was soft and smooth and warm. I did feel different, but not in the way he meant. I felt safe. I felt like I belonged to someone, a man, a real man, who knew how to possess me. I didn’t know if I felt pregnant or not. I wanted to, but there was no way of knowing.
“I feel safe,” I said.
“Good. I want you to feel safe. I want you to feel safe for the rest of your life.”
That’s why he had to go after Wolf.
“You know what they say where I come from?” he said.
“No, I don’t even know where you come from.”
“The Socorro Valley,” he said, “vineyards, the ocean, that’s where I call home.”
“It sounds nice,” I said.
“It is nice.
I knew that when I came, my semen would hit her cervix. No rubber bag would catch my seed this time. I would pour freely into her womb and, together, we would create a new life. I wanted it. I wanted to feel it happen.
I pushed in, my cock throbbing with pleasure. I was forcing myself so deep she cried with each thrust.
An innocent child—that’s what I thought as my cock plowed her mercilessly.
Her legs clenched my waist so tightly she was going to bruise us both. I wanted it. I wanted to be bruised. I wanted to leave my mark on her.
She was mine. She was going to be mine forever.
Any man that threatened that risked his life. I would erase all memory of Wolf Staten from the world. He’d defiled Faith, he’d threatened her, and she was mine .
I grabbed her breasts. They were so small and soft in my massive hands. I looked into her eyes.
“I’m coming, Faith.”
“I know,” she cried.
I could feel it. I felt the force of my semen blast into her with such intensity it threatened to shatter her. She cried out. Her muscles clenched me so tightly it hurt. Her cunt gripped my cock like a noose. I shot my load into her like my very life depended on it. Her womb took my semen. I flowed into her. Again and again I climaxed. Each surge of pleasure brought a new spurt of sperm.
Her eyes were locked on mine. I was doing it. I was putting my seed in her belly. I was putting my child in her.
I’d taken her. I’d claimed her. She was mine now, and she’d be mine forever. God Himself could not undo what I’d just done to her.
“I’m yours,” she whispered as my orgasm subsided.
“Yes,” I said. “You’re mine,” and as I said it, my voice cracked.
Tears welled up in my eyes and fell onto her face. For the first time in my adult life, I cried.
Chapter 13
Faith
I T MAKES NO SENSE, but that night with Jackson, I felt safer than I’d ever felt before in my life. Everything was different. The entire world was new. I was his now, his property, his woman. I was carrying his child, or at least, I hoped I was. I’d know in a few weeks. And that’s all that mattered.
At no time during the past two years, during all the time I’d spent with Wolf Staten, had I felt that safe or that possessed. Despite all Wolf’s power, all the henchmen he had at his beck and call, he’d never felt as powerful or as possessive as Jackson felt.
I wanted to be owned by Jackson. I wanted to be his property. I wanted his semen inside me.
Carrying his child would be the greatest honor of my life.
The only problem was that in the morning he was going to ride out to the Los Lobos compound and find his death.
I clung to him so tightly that night, as if I could somehow stop the storm that was brewing. I knew I couldn’t. I might as well have been trying to stop the weather.
Through the window I could see the white orb of the moon. It was a peaceful place. I loved that house. I would happily have stayed there with Jackson. I’d have been able to forget Wolf. He wouldn’t find us there. It would be like I’d never known him. But Jackson couldn’t live like that. I knew that, and I respected it.
“Faith,” he whispered.
“Yes?”
“Do you feel different?”
I touched my belly. It was soft and smooth and warm. I did feel different, but not in the way he meant. I felt safe. I felt like I belonged to someone, a man, a real man, who knew how to possess me. I didn’t know if I felt pregnant or not. I wanted to, but there was no way of knowing.
“I feel safe,” I said.
“Good. I want you to feel safe. I want you to feel safe for the rest of your life.”
That’s why he had to go after Wolf.
“You know what they say where I come from?” he said.
“No, I don’t even know where you come from.”
“The Socorro Valley,” he said, “vineyards, the ocean, that’s where I call home.”
“It sounds nice,” I said.
“It is nice.
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