Page 25 of Hunted by the Headless Horseman (Roars and Romances #5)

BELLE

By the time he’s finished, not one part of my backside is left unmarked. Burning beyond all imagination.

My chest is soaked from the water. I missed several times. Who knew apple bobbing was so hard?

The one time I retrieved an apple, Jack rubbed my folds and clit and finger-fucked me until I came. The second time, he thrust his cane into my pussy and masterfully slapped the end of his riding crop along my clit until I orgasmed so intensely, I squirted.

But I’m needier than ever, needing to be filled by his cock, starved for it after three days of torture. He wouldn’t even let me touch myself and ensured I didn’t by remaining at my side unfailingly. Including bathroom trips. I was relieved that he had no head when I had a number two!

I lower my head to the water again. There are five apples left. I have managed to get two. Over ten fails judging by how hot my ass is. But the pain endorphins have only aroused me more.

Jack’s cock throbs against my lower back through his breeches. For fuck’s sake, how does he have so much control after centuries of…nothing?

Taking a deep breath, I focus on the apple closest to me. By now, I’ve learned to keep my chest and chin above the water do I don’t cause the apple to drift. I hone in on the stem. It’s useless to try to get the whole apple—unless you have a detachable jaw. That would be amazing!

I’m so drippy and hot down there. Please! I pray to no one in particular. Let me get this one, I want him so much. Need to feel him everywhere. He is home. And I want home inside me.

The progression seems natural. Finger fuck, licking, cock.

Slow and careful, I part my lips, draw them back, and close my teeth around the center of the stem. Clenching my eyes, I gently drag it toward the edge of the barrel, having learned my lesson a few times. If I snatched it right up, it would either slip, or the stem would break.

The apple bumps the barrel. Now, I hurry. Now, I snatch it up and hurl it over the side, thrilled when it topples and hits the ground, rolling away.

“Yes!” I squeal.

No sooner do I squeal than Jack is spinning me around and lowering me to the ground. I come face to face with his thick length. Guess I got the progression wrong. But I’ll take cock any way I can. My mouth waters at the sight of him fisting his shaft or staff as he likes to call it at times. So hung, he has to hold the base to lift it.

I shiver as I trace the bulging vein winding through his cock, grinning when he jerks.

Eat it…to your heart’s desire, my Belle.

God, I love that sexy, dark growl. Eat. Not suck. After three days without him, he knows I’m famished. A bead of cum glistens on the crown, and I can’t wait to taste him.

Leaning in with a soft smile, I slowly fold my lips around the tip. More heat fills my core, liquid heat, from his heavy breaths, the sight of his chest heaving as I take my time. I savor him, bobbing up and down like I did with the apples before slowly gliding down. And with a deep, sucking breath, I slide down until his cock penetrates my throat.

Ahh, thunderation! He exclaims, his voice so gravelly, it surges molten desire in my cunt.

I love his antiquated words. I love knowing how much I please him. It gives me power like I’ve never felt. Even when he knots my hair with his fists and urges me lower, deeper until my breath withers, it’s still my choice to be here—on my knees.

He has shattered all my boundaries because I don’t need them with him. He may be a myth of legend, a supernatural curse, but he is raw and real, and I will never let him go.

Such a good, little girl taking Master Jack’s cock. He holds my head in place. Put your fingers in your sex, so wet and thirsty for me.

I don’t need to be told twice. My moan wraps all around his cock as I keep bobbing while pumping my fingers in and out of my soaked pussy. Fluids escape, dripping down my thighs with every second.

My eyes water as my breath thins. Jack has picked up the rhythm. Pumpkin spice hits my tongue. Pistoning in and out, thick, muscled thighs thrusting power with his hands tightening around my hair, my Headless Horseman snaps, growling through our bond with his release. He dumps thick ropes of seed. I swallow every drop, and before he may even command me, I suck him hard, milking every pumpkin-spiced drop.

When he captures my chin, I shudder, a wave of desire overcoming me. It happens whenever he does that.

Such a good girl, he says while commanding my face, tipping my chin until I’m imagining his eyes, his face, every part of him. So unashamedly dirty. My beautiful, filthy Belle.

A deep, hot blush spreads through my cheeks and down to flush my chest. I love his dirty talk and how expertly he pairs praise with degradation.

One more time, my Belle. He urges me to rise and turns me around to the barrel. One more time!

Invigorated by the idea of what I want most coming, I grip the sides of the barrel, lower my head, and seek the closest apple. I don’t expect him to plunge two fingers right to their gloved knuckles inside me. I lurch, bumping the apple.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, he clicks his tongue. I had such high hopes.

“That’s not fair!”

I protest.

All is fair in love and apple bobbing, my Belle.

Prick. A feminine snarl rises in me, but just as it leaves my mouth, Jack slams his cock through my opening all the way to the back of my pussy, shocking me, astonishing me with his raiding me. I squeeze, then spasm, screeching his name as I fall apart into an orgasm more intense than previous ones.

“Don’t turn around,”

he growls the deep warning, his head returned.

“Oh, god, yes! Please, don’t stop, Sir!”

I moan from the orgasm that seems to go on and on, coming from all directions. The moment he rubs his lips along the side of my neck, then sinks his teeth in, I clamp down, convulsing into another wave of bliss.

He pulls out to the tip, then drives himself into me again, impaling me on his cock. All my inner muscles squeeze around him.

“That’s it, my Belle. Such a sweet quim taking all my cock.”

He’s a beast off his leash. I cry and moan and sob with his hands touching every part of me, thumbing my nipples as he pounds me hard against the barrel. He savages me. Ruins me for all others. I’m slick with sweat, breaths ragged and tearing from my mouth.

“Fuck, Belle, you have bewitched me, broken me!”

He rocks me, hammering with a rhythm, monstrous and pulsing, I feel him everywhere. In my blood. In my bones. In my heart, my soul.

The wind kicks up a notch, rustling the trees around us as if they are dancing to our love. In the distance, I hear a lone, mournful gull’s cry.

Just as my inner muscles begin to flutter. Jack yanks my head back by my hair and crushes his lips to mine. His groan vibrates through me, sending a crazed orgasm. He shudders and curses inside my mouth, strengthening our climaxes as we come together.

He’s wrecked me. Liquid flames. That must be all that’s left of my pussy. My hands are trembling so hard against the barrel, my fingers white-knuckled.

He heaves hot breaths against the side of my neck, but his cock is still hard inside me. When he ejects, I cry in protest until the next thing I feel is his tongue stroking through my folds.

“Ohgodohgod, holy Hecate and bloody pumpkins!”

He doesn’t seem to care about the angle that has him edging the barrel. He drags his tongue in a long, slow lick all the way up until he flicks one side of my clit. I screech from the hypersensitive impact.

“So damn swollen,”

he groans against my pussy, vibrating the sound through my flesh.

“Such a pretty pink. Love how wet, how drenched you are for me. I could drink of you forever and still feel nothing but thirst,”

he huskily purrs.

He flattens his tongue, laving my clit, then tonguing the very tip of that organ to trace circles around the sensitive nub. He seals his lips to me. I curse. He licks. I moan. He kisses. I gasp. He slides two fingers in me and curves them to that inner knot.

I rock hard against him, clenching, convulsing, scraping my nails against the barrel, and screaming my climax. It goes on and on, lighting up every synapse in my reward center, electrifying every nerve, and sending hot, liquid gushing through me and splashing my face with ecstasy.

I’m still gasping, shuddering in the aftermath when he rises, flattens his chest against my back, and puts his lips to my ear.

“Trust me, Belle,”

he says low and silky.

“Always!”

I gush, ready to melt into the ground before him. I have nothing left. He has everything.

Before I can so much as blink, Jack spreads my cheeks, knots his crown to my ass, then slides in slowly, burning, stretching my anus until I clamp the ring of muscles around him like a vice.

“Fuck, Belle!”

he curses, thrusts a little more, a subtle, expert rocking of his hips. I love the sounds he makes seated inside my ass. Haunted, tortured, dark sounds. Suspended in time, he pauses here, at the halfway mark.

Teeth sink into my shoulder, and I gasp, tipping my head back against his shoulder but gripping the barrel edges so hard, a fingernail breaks.

“Jack!”

I gasp, all my burning muscles begging for him to get out, but I’m too desperate.

“Go deeper,”

I breathe and turn my head to kiss his neck. A muscle throbs there. Beautiful, honed muscle. Strong pillar of a neck.

“I need it, Belle,”

he says darkly against the back of my head, hands lowering to grip my hips.

“Need you, my beautiful Belladonna Moore.”

“You have me. I’m here, Jack. And you’re here. Everywhere!”

I exclaim in a mad whisper of a plea.

“Take—”

He thrusts inside another inch, “that—”

and another, “dick!”

I scream when he hammers inside me, buried to the hilt…in my ass. Every inch of me is smoldering. I’m hanging at the very edge of something earth-shattering. Unspeakable pleasure shimmers all over my body, surging so many warm tingles over my skin, I don’t feel quite real. Like we are transcending everything.

He pulls out to the halfway mark, then drives back inside, sending unfathomable pressure through me. My breasts pitch and swing with every thrust. Jack grips the back of my neck, pushes me down until my lips hit the water, and slams into me so hard, it submerges my head. God! The paradox of cold water and his hot, throbbing cock blazing my ass sends excruciating rapture through me.

At first, I struggle against his hand, flailing crazily, but his grip on my neck is too hard, too strong, it keeps my head in the water. My lungs slam together. Breath heaves from my nose, turning to wild bubbles. But the pressure!—Oh, fuckfuckfuck, he snaps and buries himself so deep.

My vision spirals, darkness invading. Am I drowning?

With one powerful thrust of his hips and grip of my hair, he jerks my whole head up, growls a “come”

against my lips, then claims my mouth in a searing, crushing kiss.

The earth spins off its axis. I fall with it! I explode into the most indescribable, unrestrained, ultimate, omnipotent, and infinite climax ever known. One that shatters me, redefines me, redoing me over and over again until my soul slams against the soul of Jackson Elias Moore.

Visions erupt in my mind.

His hands lift my veil. Face to face with him in the daylight, the sun beaming upon his otherworldly, beautiful features, chiseled and utterly masculine. Our hands bound in a handfasting ceremony. He slides the ring onto my finger. His mouth comes down on mine, romantic, then hard and hungering.

I see it all. A life I want more than anything in the world.

“Fuck, Belladonna! Fuck!”

I come back. I crash back. He shredded my soul. Viciously, monstrously.

“Don’t stop, Jack! Your heart. My heart. Body, mind, and soul!”

I push out the words.

“Come!”

he commands again in the darkest voice like an ancient god.

As he spills his hot ribbons of seed in my ass, he slams his hand down on my pussy, and I…

“Ohmygodohmygod!”

I scream from my center squirting, soaking his hand as shock waves of bliss explode through me, sending me spiraling through a storm of euphoria.

I grip my chest, my heart pounding, thundering through me like a warning, a familiar one for what is about to happen.

When our releases are done, he pulls out, resting his still-hard and throbbing cock against my backside.

My whole body trembles, every nerve ending tingling like lightning struck them.

He’s holding me through the aftershocks. Every part of me has turned to hot liquid.

My knees give out. Jack catches me, sweeps me off my feet, kisses my brow, and carries me toward the manor. His lips open to kiss my brow.

“I am Belladonna Claire Moore,”

he murmurs deeply, beautifully.

With all my heart and soul, I sigh against my Headless Horseman and whisper, “I am Jackson Elias Moore.”

My adrenaline takes a nosedive.

I pass out in his arms.