ShotgunRelations by Ann Jacobs Page B

her out of the seat and
into his hard embrace. For the last ten miles he’d endured her bombarding his
senses. He might have been able to withstand the lure of her little whimpers
when he finger-fucked her cunt, the heady scent of her arousal and the look of
his woman fully primed and ready. It was the feel of her seeking hands on his
swollen dick and the gentle touch of her fingers as she played with his balls
that drove him to the edge.
    “We’re stopping because I can’t fuck you
while I drive and I’ve got to fuck you now.” He walked her to the nearest tree
and sandwiched her between it and his aching body.
    “Here?”
    “Here. Now.” He punctuated the words with a
hard, almost brutal kiss, loving the taste of her as he ravaged her with his
tongue. “Unzip my pants.”
    The rasp of teeth on the zipper heightened
his need. “But, Master, somebody might see us.”
    “Let ’em.” He bunched her loose black skirt
up over her hips. “Wrap your legs around my waist and let me in.” Fuck the
condom, he’d take her bareback, nothing between them. The cock ring cutting
into his flesh might prevent him from coming. If it didn’t, that was okay too.
“God but you’re as hot and wet as a woman can be.”
    She took his mouth again, her hands
stroking his scalp, holding him to her as she tangled her tongue with his.
Their labored breaths mingled, coming harder and harder as she neared her
climax. Her desperate need for release fed his own. His balls tightened against
the ring and his cock swelled even larger as he moved in and out of her slick
cunt, going deeper and harder with every thrust.
    “Come for me.” There was no way he could
hold it in. No way he could pull out of her now. A voice in his head told him
to do it. To come into her womb and damn the consequences.
    He couldn’t, not without giving her a
chance to say no, so he held on and whispered near her mouth. “I want to come
in your pussy. You might get pregnant. If you do or even if you don’t, I’ll
take care of you. Do you mind?”
    “No, Master.”
    Thank you, God. Every muscle in his body protested as he strained to hold her
steady. Her inner muscles clenched his cock when she came. He was a goner. One
thrust, two. His balls tightened painfully. He was coming in long, hard spurts
against the mouth of her womb. Endlessly, it seemed. For the first time in his
life it didn’t terrify him to know he might be making a woman pregnant.
    Amazingly, he was still half hard when he
lifted her and set her down. “Thank you, Master,” she said, her blue eyes
glowing when she met his gaze. Then she surprised him. She went onto her knees
and licked their mingled juices off his cock.
    He was the one who owed her thanks, but he
was too moved for words, so he held her loose hair out of his line of vision,
using his fingers to massage her scalp. Feeling for her more deeply than he’d
ever allowed himself to feel for anyone before, he watched him take his balls
in her mouth and suck them clean. His cock twitched against her cheek and she
swallowed it, sucking and licking her way to its head, where she tongued a drop
of lubrication from the slit.
    She was his sex slave, but she was more.
Jack realized as they risked discovery in a roadside rest area that Liz was the
woman he’d love for the rest of their lives.
    * * * * *
    “Sorry about Mother. I told you she’s
interested mostly in herself.”
    Liz squeezed Jack’s hand as they waited for
the owner of this upscale tattoo and piercing salon to finish with another
customer. “I’m sorry, Master.”
    Marianne Duval hadn’t been exactly rude
when Jack had taken Liz to meet her, but then she hadn’t been pleasant either.
Liz guessed Jack had drawn an even poorer mom than she had, only he hadn’t had
the benefit of having a great father like hers had been, until he’d died during
roundup the year she’d turned thirteen.
    The house where Jack had spent his
childhood, though small compared with the ranch