Jack and the Beanstalk (Modern Wicked Fairy Tales Book 13)

by Selena Kitt

  Gently, but firmly, he took her head in his hands and pulled her away.

  “Not good?” Goldi pouted, but the smile that played on her lips told him that she knew it was good—very good indeed.

  “Lie back.” He patted the bed beside him. “It’s your turn.”

  Goldi did as he asked, stretching out on the bed in just that pair of lacy black panties. His mouth was practically watering as he rolled to his belly between her open legs, admiring the sweet swell of her mound beneath the black material. He pushed and prodded at her through the fabric, kneading her flesh, feeling her wetness against his fingers.

  Then he slid her panties aside and slipped a finger slowly in.

  Goldi trembled.

  “More?” he asked.

  Goldi nodded, groaning, and Jack slipped another finger in. He slid them in and out, and then began to lightly rub at her clit through the material.

  “Off,” she insisted, lifting her hips and hooking her thumbs in the elastic of her panties.

  Jack obliged, sliding the pretty pair down her hips, holding them briefly to his nose to breathe in her scent before tossing them aside.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, pushing her thighs back with his big shoulders, admiring the way her pussy lips glistened with wetness. He could barely wait to taste her.

  “Lick.” She put her hand behind his head and pressed him into her. Jack chuckled, happy to oblige again. Some things had most definitely changed. This wasn’t the shy Goldi he’d known so long ago. This was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

  His tongue traced the soft folds of her flesh, luxuriating in the feel of her, the glorious taste of her. He teased her here and there, rubbing his nose against her clit, using his tongue to draw honey deep from her cleft.

  “Just like a boxer. Stop dancing around, Jack!” she panted, guiding his head with her hands. “Lick!”

  He settled in, focusing his tongue where she wanted it, where she begged him to put it, flickering at first, then pressing, then finally working it back and forth over that sensitive little nub of flesh. He felt her trembling under his hands, running them up her body, playing with the softness of her breasts, nipples hardening under his fingers.

  “Oh! Jack!” she cried, bucking up to meet his lashing tongue. “Oh, God! Don’t stop! Please!”

  He wasn’t about to. His hands moved down to her full hips, pinning her fast to the bed, working her clit, fast and furious, her moans filling the room. Her wetness covered his cheeks, his chin, even his nose, as he buried his face between her legs, completely focused on the task at hand.

  “I’m coming!” she moaned, grabbing his head with both hands, shoving him even deeper, taking his breath away. Not that he cared. He would have happily died of suffocation there between her quivering thighs. Jack moaned, too, his cock throbbing against the mattress as her clit throbbed against his tongue, her pussy spasming repeatedly.

  “Come here,” she whispered, reaching for him, her fingernails raking over his bare shoulders as he knelt up between her legs, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Oh, come here, come here.”

  Jack leaned over her, feeling her arms sliding around him, pulling him even nearer. Her tongue traced the seam of his lips, seeking entrance, playing along the roof of his mouth when he opened. He groaned when she sucked his tongue between her lips, tasting herself.

  Then her hand was moving down between their bodies, and she grasped his length in her fist, making him hiss and buck against her. Goldi smiled, her eyes half-lidded as she guided him slowly into her wetness. Jack hesitated, not out of fear, but anticipation. It had been so long since they’d done this, and they’d practically been kids back then, fumbling and unsure. They were man and woman now, both of them experienced and confident. He wanted to know all of her, to savor every moment of it.

  “Ohhh yes!” Goldi’s curvy hips lifted to meet him as he began to slide inside of her. “You feel so good!”

  “So do you,” he rasped into her ear, nosing her hair out of the way so he could kiss and nibble at the soft skin of her throat. She tilted her head for him, moaning as he began to move, slow, easy thrusts.

  “I’ve wanted this since I heard you were fighting him,” she confessed, her fingers in his hair, dancing over his shoulders. “I haven’t been able to think about anything else for months.”

  He pulled back to look into her eyes and saw the truth of her words in the wet blink of her beautiful blue eyes. He kissed her eyelids closed, then he kissed her cheeks, then found her mouth, his tongue moving between her lips, matching the same, steady motion of his cock.

  “More,” she gasped when they parted, her hips moving faster beneath him, rocking and rolling. “Oh more. Jack, I want you to fuck me from behind.”

  The thought made his cock swell to impossible dimensions inside of her. He was loathe to withdraw, but he did so he could flip her over on her stomach. She went immediately to her knees, face in the pillow. Jack clapped both hands on her arching behind, massaging her rounded flesh, his gaze moving over her beautiful ass.

  Goldi moaned with need, thrusting her swollen pussy toward him. It was bursting with juices, ripe and swollen. He wanted to lick her again but Goldi was insistent, begging him to fuck her, please fuck her, do it now, now, Jack, nowwwww… The plaintive wail in his voice made his cock dance around her lips.

  He teased her, anyway, poking her lazily with the head of his cock. Goldi lunged back toward him, begging to be taken, but he shifted, putting her aim off. Frustrated, she reached between her legs, searching for him with her hand, but he avoided it.

  “Please!” she begged, finding his swinging balls with her palm, cupping and kneading them. They were already drawn up tight with excitement. “Oh fuck me, Jack! Please, fuck me!”

  He couldn’t resist anymore, aiming himself and grabbing her hips like handles so he could ease his way inside. Goldi moaned, her pussy grasping him tightly from every angle. He went as slow as he dared, pushing in a little, then drawing back before pushing in a little more deeply.

  His cock was both long and thick, which made for slow-going, because Goldi was just as tight as he remembered. They moved together, sinking deeper, inch by inch, until Jack’s cock had disappeared inside of her. Looking down and seeing himself balls-deep was almost enough to make him shoot and he was glad Goldi seemed too dazed by the feel of him fully inside of her to move around a lot.

  Her face was still in the pillow and her hands slapped the mattress desperately as her pussy held him for all she was worth, her whole body trembling as if she was about to explode. Her motions slowed, and he managed to get control of himself before she was begging him again for what she wanted.

  “Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me. Hard!”

  He couldn’t wait any longer. He began to push in and out, thumping up against her each time he entered, their thighs sweaty and slapping noisily, the steady sound filling the room. She moaned into the pillow each time, with each new thrust.

  “More!” she gasped, arching and giving him even deeper access.

  He groaned and pounded even harder. When he looked down, he could see the rosebud of her asshole puckering for him and couldn’t help himself. He licked his finger and pressed it there, feeling her tense and gasp at the intrusion.

  “Jack!” she cried in protest. “What are you doing?”

  “What does it feel like?” His wet finger moved slowly in and out.

  Goldi’s face flushed and she turned it into the pillow.

  “I think you like it.” Jack chuckled when she shook her head vehemently but moaned when his finger moved a little deeper still. “Yes, I think you really do.”

  “Jack! Ahhhh!” She looked back at him, eyes wide, when his second finger slipped into that hot, humid, little hole. “I can’t take your cock there. I can’t!”

  “It’s okay,” he soothed, looking down at the sight of his fingers and cock penetrating both holes. “Let me just keep doing this. Just like this. In and out�
�� nice and easy…”

  “Oh God.” Her mouth betrayed some cautious reservations, but to Jack, the rest of her was welcoming as ever. “Please… nice and easy… it feels so…”

  “Good girl.” He twisted his fingers, burying his cock deep into her pussy. “You can take it. I know you can.”

  “I’ve never been… uunnh! Oh! Oooh that’s…”

  Every time he moved his fingers, her pussy squeezed delightfully around his cock. She was wet and smooth and so very tight. He knew, if he started pounding her again, he would come too quickly, and he wanted this to last as long as he could manage. Goldi had slowed her roll, settling into her own slower rhythm, her whole body trembling intensely.

  Somehow things had become more serious and far more intimate. The bond between them grew stronger with every movement, every sweet moment that passed. Jack worked his way in and out of her, feeling something more profound than he ever had in his life.

  And Goldi was feeling it, too. Her face turned to look at him as she went up on her hands and knees, that sweet face looking over her shoulder, mouth slightly parted, eyes wide with wonder. They were completely connected, one being, time ebbing away entirely until they were joined now and forever at once.

  He couldn’t deny the pressure that build up inside of him, unbearable. He was so close, it almost hurt, but he waited for her, working his cock in deep, grinding up against her, fingers buried deep in her ass. Goldi shuddered and turned to scream into the pillow as she came, her pussy clamping around him in hot, delicious waves.

  “Oh God, baby,” Jack panted, feeling her orgasm rolling through her like thunder, accompanied by throaty cries as she tore at the mattress with her hands. “I can’t hold back… I can’t…”

  “Come for me, Jack,” she begged, turning her flushed face so he could hear her free of the muffling pillow. “Oh yes, come for me!”

  He did, surging forward, driving in deep and pressing her down onto the bed as he began to fill her. Goldi moaned and arched, begging him for more, more, and Jack shuddered and thrust. His climax felt endless, shaking every cell of his body, until he collapsed onto her, sweaty and breathless, whispering her name repeatedly.

  Goldi wiggled out from under him and they found their way into each other’s arms for warmth and comfort. Jack still couldn’t quite believe he was here, with her, that this was real. But the press of her lips on his temple, the way her fingers roamed through his hair, and the sweet stroke of her foot against the inside of his calf, told him that this was no dream.

  “I love you, Jack,” she whispered, her eyes closed as she confessed. “I don’t think I ever stopped.”

  His breath caught and he kissed her eyelids, tasting salt.

  “I love you, too,” he whispered back, planting a tender kiss on her forehead. “Now and always.”

  “What are we going to do?” she asked him, blinking as she opened her eyes to the world, to the reality they both faced. Goldi was a married woman. And Jack was about to enter into an expensive boxing match with her husband.

  “Love each other.” He pushed her hair away from her face, smiling at her. “And be together. Do you want that, Goldi? Do you want to be with me?”

  “More than anything in the world.”

  “Then we’ll make it happen.”

  “But… how?”

  Jack pulled her close, rocking her against him. “After the fight, we’ll be together.”

  “After the fight…” Her voice trailed off. “So I only have to keep pretending until then?”

  “Yes, baby.” Her words pained him. “Not much longer. Can you wait that long?”

  She sniffed, but she was smiling. “I could wait forever for you, Jack Farnsworth.”

  Chapter 6

  “You’re distracted.” Will elbowed Jack as they headed down the cool hallway, Jack wearing his boxing robe.

  “Huh?” Jack grunted, pushing Will’s elbow aside. “No, I’m not. I’m just focused.”

  It was a lie. Jack was distracted. He knew Goldi was sitting out there in the crowd. He’d hated the thought of sending her back to The Giant, even for so short a time.

  Will narrowed his eyes, studying Jack’s face, but didn’t contradict him.

  “Hold up.” The security guard, an earpiece in his ear, held up a hand to stop them at the end of the hallway. The crowd was already loud. This fight had been heavily advertised and every seat was sold out. The front rows were standing room only.

  “I’m the fighter,” Jack told him, bemused.

  “I know.” The guy rolled his eyes, jerking his thumb toward the ring. “They’re introducing you. Don’t want to mess up your big entrance, do ya?”

  Jack cocked his head and heard the announcer calling out his stats,”Standing at a formidable six-feet-tall, weighing in at a monstrous two-hundred and eighteen pounds, undefeated in twenty-seven fights, a majority by knockout or technical knockout...”

  “Okay, now.” The security guard waved them through, just as the announcer was saying Jack’s name with great flourish.

  Jack slipped through the ropes and raised his arms at the crowd, and they cheered. The cheers grew louder when Will stepped in and helped Jack take off his robe. His boxing trunks were lined with burlap on the outside, labeled in big letters: PBC 200 lbs. Dry Beans.

  The Giant was the favorite and had a huge following. Showman that he was, he’d arranged to be introduced after Jack, so they could save the biggest applause for last.

  Jack waited in his corner while the announcer introduced Giancarlo, “The Giant,” Giordano, at six-feet-four inches, and 235 pounds. He was undefeated in 19 fights, 18 by knockout and one decision.

  While The Giant danced about with his gloves held high and the crowd went wild, Jack scanned faces, looking for Goldi. His lips twitched, threatening to smile, when he spotted her. Jack glanced at Will, but he hadn’t noticed. He was too busy watching The Giant strut, Will’s face drawn into a look of incredulous disgust.

  Goldi was here. And she was his. That was all that mattered.

  That, and kicking The Giant’s ass tonight.

  He was going to take great satisfaction in that.

  Will gave him his usual pep talk, but Jack wasn’t listening. He hadn’t exactly been lying when he said he was focused. He was—on Goldi. He was going to win this fight for her. Every blow he landed, he would be thinking of Goldi and what The Giant had done to her.

  It turned out that the early rounds of the fight were a little slow. Jack was as careful and methodical as ever, setting the pace, but Giordano began to show some impatience for results—just what Jack had been hoping for.

  Then the Giant started to put on a bit of a show, making use of his superior height to land a number of good blows on Jack’s body. Jack returned the blows but was content to let Giordano think he was taking the lead.

  Slow and steady wins the fight.

  Will encouraged him throughout, but as with all of his fights, Jack turned inward, while at the same time, the world became clearer, the edges sharper, brighter. His senses were heightened, his attention laser focused. But to the layman, Jack looked tired. A little slow. And that was good. That was perfect.

  It went on round after round. He lost track of how many, but he happened to glance up from his bench as a bikini-clad girl strutted around the ring holding a huge, glittery number 8 over her head.

  The Giant’s impatience became more pronounced after that.

  “You’re doing great, Jack,” Will assured him as he toweled down his chest and shoulders, wet with sweat. “Stringing him along. Do what you do best. You’ve got him right where you want him.”

  Jack barely nodded, conserving energy, and then the bell rang. He headed back into the ring, where The Giant’s blows came harder and even more impressive, although they weren’t as perfectly timed. He was beginning to miss his mark.

  Jack took more blows than he gave, but he knew he was using up less energy.

  Of course, The Giant would be on the loo
kout for that. Everyone knew Jack’s greatest asset was his durability, his uncanny ability to take punishment.

  Jack began to feign tiredness. His step faltered. His blows landed sideways, or he whiffed altogether. He wanted The Giant to believe there was no way that Jack’s famous endurance would rise up to defeat him after The Giant had expended too much strength.

  Jack did such an excellent job faking, he could hear the concern of the crowd. He even had Will worried until he sat down in his corner again.

  “You okay, son?” Will put a pan out so Jack could spit his mouth guard into it. “You’re looking a little wobbly out there.”

  “Good.” Jack looked up at Will, whose face was a fading sunset of bruises still, and gave him a quick wink. “That’s the idea.”

  Will suppressed a smile but not a chuckle, patting Jack on the shoulder before getting a towel to wipe him down.

  Then the bell rang, and it was time to go again.

  Giordano redoubled his efforts in the next few rounds, but Jack was expecting that. Punch after punch, Jack took the blows. They hurt, they took a lot out of him—but not as much as Jack pretended they cost him. He staggered around the ring. He groaned and protected his head with his gloves as much as he could. The blows he landed went wild for the most part, but he made sure he “accidentally” landed a few good ones.

  The Giant was falling for it. He was panting with his own effort. The crowd cheered, frantic, waiting for Jack to go down, sure it would be the next hit. Or the next one. Maybe the next?

  Hadn’t Falco warned his brother? Jack wondered. Jack had beaten Falco with a similar strategy. If he had warned him, it hadn’t done The Giant any good.

  The champion danced around the ring, grinning, recovering his breath from a series of tremendous blows that had just rained down on Jack. Giordano repositioned himself, and Jack saw him draw his arm back for the next blow. The one The Giant was clearly planning to be the very last blow. Jack could see the determination on his face.

  The crowd went crazy with anticipation. Jack had time to think of Goldi, to wonder if she knew what he was doing, or if she was scared and worried about him.