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the opening of her vagina. The taste was indescribable, unlike anything I ever imagined.
    She moaned my name. “Jackson.”
    The words were like a secret code that spoke to my cock alone. It throbbed as if it had been hooked up to an electric device. If I didn’t get inside her soon, I’d explode.
    “Take me, Jackson,” she moaned.
    I put my hands on her waist and pulled her toward my cock. Her pussy arched toward me.
    I wanted to drive my shaft so far inside her, she’d never be able to even think of another man again. And then it struck me. I didn’t know her name.
    I touched the soaking wet lips of her pussy with the purple head of my raging cock.
    She squirmed.
    I put the first inch of my shaft inside her and pulled back.
    “Put it in me,” she moaned. “Put it all the way in. Fill me.”
    Jesus. Do you have any idea what it does to a man to hear those words? It’s like the voice of God to a monk. It’s the sound I’d been waiting to hear my entire life, without even knowing it existed. Only when I heard it did I realize what it meant to be a man.
    “Not until you tell me your name,” I said.
    “My name doesn’t matter.”
    I pushed the bulbous head of my cock into her hungry cunt, teasing her, and pulled it back.
    “Tell me your name,” I said again.
    She let out a quiet wail. Was she crying? I didn’t know. I couldn’t think of anything but the force of the semen building inside me.
    “Tell me your name or I’ll spill myself on your ass,” I said.
    “No,” she cried. “I want you inside me.”
    “Then give me your name.”
    She hesitated. I ran my shaft through the plump, ripe crack of her ass.
    “All right,” she gasped. “Faith. It’s Faith Shepherd.”
    My cock plunged into Faith Shepherd’s pussy and it went so deep it scared both of us. I’d never dreamed I could push that far inside a woman. She reached back and grabbed my wrists, pulling at them, and I slid to the very core of her.
    The sensation was excruciating. It was like dipping my cock into a pool of liquid pleasure. Her body sucked me in, deeper and deeper, until I could hardly bear it.
    I felt a throb. It started in my groin and pulsed to the tip of my cock like a sonic wave.
    “Jesus,” I cried.
    It happened again, only stronger.
    “I’m going to come,” I cried, biting my lip. My hands formed fists that clenched her hips mercilessly.
    She moaned. “Do it, Jackson.”
    The first pulse of orgasm was like the pain of death. My vision blurred. My muscles contracted. The pleasure that had been building inside me like snow on a mountain peak, crashed over the edge like an avalanche. I cried out. I screamed her name. “Faith.”
    I came so hard it was like being kicked from behind by a wild horse. My seed shot into her with a force I didn’t believe possible. The first spurt was followed by another, and another, flinging itself into the condom mercilessly, as if trying to escape it and soak her womb with its potency. It was the most intense, passionate thing I’d ever experienced. It was the orgasm I compare all others to.
    It was a startling feeling.
    “You’re mine now,” I said, and I don’t know if it was me or some force of nature speaking through me. “I claim you. You belong to me, and me alone.”

Chapter 7
    Faith
    I T DIDN’T END WITH JACKSON’S ORGASM. That was just the beginning. The beginning of the story of my life.
    I don’t know what possessed me, but as soon as I approached him, it was like a force of nature took over. Everything else just happened. He made me feel vulnerable. He made me want to be his. I wanted him to dominate me in ways Wolf Staten never dreamed of.
    I knew there was an arrangement between us that was based on need. I was offering myself to him so that he would protect me. I was basically his whore. But even then, I felt there was more to it than that. I’d have let him fuck me even if I didn’t need his protection. And maybe I was just fooling myself, but I sensed he would