I Love It: 10 Intense Stories to Keep the Passion Alive (Shameless Book Bundles 6)

by Saffron Daughter

  "I told you to stop," she whispered, stroking his face.

  "I had something to prove."

  "And I'm so glad you did."

  She snuggled against him, still breathing hard. His arm went around her shoulders and pulled her closer. She sighed heavily.

  "You were right. I ain't had it done right."

  "Told you so."

  She sighed again. "I had multiples."

  "I could tell," Jack said, with a certain amount of pride.

  She sensed his pride and chuckled, rubbing herself against him. "Oh, you could, could you?"

  Her eyes were big and brown and contented as they stared into his, and he found himself tumbling into their depths. He leaned upward and kissed the salty sweetness off her face. She licked her trickling juices off of his. He felt her long, slender fingers move lazily down his belly and encircle his pulsing, rock-hard penis.

  "You're in for a world of hurt," she said softly, thumbing his slippery knob and then stroking him. "Paybacks are hell."

  Jack groaned, thrusting his hips. "I thought you were sore."

  "Whatever gave you that idea?"

  "'No more, no more, no more.'"

  She offered a throaty chuckle. "I thought I was gonna have a heart attack. You didn't make me sore."

  She squeezed him firmly, and he gasped.

  "You're making me sore," he said, grabbing her wrist.

  She paused, staring at him. "For a moment there, I thought you were going to lift me up and take me from behind."

  "I thought about it."

  She smiled lazily. "You could have, you know. I like it that way, in case you're interested."

  "Maybe later," he said, pulling her to him.

  Still smiling, Janice straddled his legs and grabbed his cock. She gasped delightedly as juice abruptly streamed from his piss hole and wetted her fingers. Jack thrust upward, groaning.

  "Goddamn, Jack," she whispered. "You're so fucking hard."

  Her gentle manipulations sent electric sparks of pleasure jolting into Jack's testicles and down into his thighs, and he squirmed when she cupped his sack and squeezed. As aroused as he was, Jack had no desire to come and thanked the Lord he had taken the drug. He watched as she leaned forward, long black hair fanning out across his abdomen, and sucked his knob into her mouth, dragging her tongue across it and licking his juices. She stared at him for a moment, and then pumped his shaft as she sucked. Her cheeks flexed, and he saw her throat working as she swallowed. She left his shaft and gently mouthed his testicles, first one and then the other. She rubbed her face against his stubble and purred. She lifted his sack and licked his taint. Jack writhed. She returned to his cock, washing his shaft with her saliva. Her head bobbed and her sucking sounds became sloppy and wet, and her purring grew in excitement. She rubbed her pussy on his leg, smearing his flesh with hot wetness. She abruptly pulled her mouth from his pole and cried out, vigorously pumping her hips.

  "Oh, Jack," she gasped excitedly, staring at him in amazement. "I'm cumming again!"

  "Oh, baby," he breathed. "Right now."

  She straddled his hips, lifted herself up, and positioned her cunt above his glans. His cock flexed and strained in his grasp as he held it in place for her. She slowly lowered herself, rubbing his angry knob against her pussy lips, her cunt flowering open and suddenly engulfing it. Her juice spurted forth and flowed down his shaft.

  "Jesus, you're tight," Jack hissed.

  "Stretch me, cuntfucker," she gasped, her dark eyes wild. "Fuck my slutty brown gash."

  Again, her dirty talk aroused him intensely. With an enraged grunt, he thrust his hips upward as she slowly pushed down, and he slammed himself into her up to the hilt. Janice sucked in her breath with pain and delight and excitement. Growling, Jack grasped her hips and slid her back up his pole. She slowly slid back down again. He lifted her back up, and she sank back down. Together, they found the rhythm, and her movements became faster and more intense. Her heavy breasts bounced and his aching balls jiggled. Their bodies were slippery with running sweat as their pelvises smacked against each other with loud, moist, slapping sounds. Their panting and groaning reverberated off the walls of the tiny bedroom as they worked together in pent-up unison.

  "Harder, Jack! Fuck me harder!"

  Jack reached up and fondled her breasts, thumbing her nipples forcefully and yanking a loud squeal from her throat. Her hand slid down her tummy to where they were joined, and she rubbed her swollen clit with brutal purpose.

  "I'm cumming, Jack!" she cried. "I'm cuuummmiing!"

  She sank down on him, and Jack felt her cunt walls contract viciously and her pussy juice explode. She leaned forward and propped herself up with her hands and arms as he continued to slam himself into her, her wails loud and long and continuous, her body shaking, her sweat running off her breasts and landing on his chest.

  "Cum with me, Jack!" she cried.

  Jack wasn't ready yet, overwhelmed and enraged with his control and his stamina. He pulled out of her with a wrench, her gaping pussy farting loudly and spraying juice, and rolled her over on her back. She eagerly spread her legs wide and he sat between them, grabbing them and brutally jerking her against him and impaling her.

  "Oh my fucking God!" she cried as he speared into her deeply, with neither his hands nor hers to guide the entry.

  And then, Jack stopped, breathing heavily, his sweat running down his face. Janice stared up at him, her face contorted into a feral snarl of expectancy. Locked together, pelvis on pelvis, he leaned forward slowly, lifted her to him, and gently kissed her. She wrapped her legs and arms around him and moaned, stabbing her tongue between his lips, where he sucked on it as his hands moved restlessly through her hair. Her pussy was a warm, moist sheathe, sucking and clutching him firmly. She moved her pelvis slightly, and suddenly, incredibly, he was now filling her in an entirely different way, her pelvic bone rubbing on his. She writhed against him, shuddering, flooding his cock and balls from her bottomless well.

  "Jesus Christ Almighty," he breathed when the kiss broke apart.

  Janice clung to him, whimpering and moaning and clawing his back. His cock throbbed and pounded like an overworked jackhammer inside her, sweat pouring out of his body. She opened her eyes and stared at him.

  "Suck my big yella titties, Jack," she whispered, leaning back to give him access. "Make me cum again."

  Jack leaned forward and sucked as much of one breast into his mouth as he could, the flesh of it hot and salty and sweaty, the nipple a hard, swollen bullet. He tongued it, and she writhed again.

  "That's it," she crooned, moving her pelvis against his. "Fuck me and suck me."

  Jack fucked and sucked, instinctively finding the rhythm. They worked together, panting and sweating. Janice humped against him as he suckled, and when he felt it was time, he bit down on a nipple and she immediately climaxed with a shriek, body convulsing in his arms. Before she was finished, Jack rolled her over a second time and dragged her bottom up to his crotch. She positioned herself on her hands and knees as he positioned himself for entry behind her.

  "That's what I'm talking about," she gasped, grabbing the headboard with both hands and bracing her body. "That's what I like."

  Venting a brutish grunt, Jack grasped her hips firmly and unceremoniously slammed his cock home. Janice wailed, pushing her bottom back against him, the muscles in her arms straining. He railed her slippery fuckhole repeatedly, rocking her body and flopping her tits, banging the headboard against the bedroom wall and knocking a hole in it. The mattress springs squeaked loudly in rhythm to his thrusts.

  "Spank my caramel-colored ass, white boy!" she cried.

  Jack had never had a woman ask this before, and was caught off guard. But his lust and her obvious desire overrode whatever indecision he might have felt, and he brought his hand down on her round, quivering bottom with a smack!

  "Harder, goddammit! You a boy or a man!"

  Jack spanked her again, experiencing a head rush that lef
t him dizzy with excitement.

  "That's it, daddy! That's it!"

  Jack spanked her and fucked her, their bodies locked together and heaving. He spanked her and fucked her and she squealed with delight. He spanked her and fucked her and felt his climax finally building forcefully. Janice sensed it, too, and she drove her bottom backward as he continued his brutal onslaught. An animalistic whine emerged from deep in the back of his throat as his tempo increased and his orgasm rapidly approached.

  "Fill me, Jackson!" Janice shouted angrily. "Gimme your white boy cum!"

  Gasping and grunting, Jack grabbed her hips and buried himself in her molten pit one last time, both of them feeling his erection swell to seemingly mythic proportions, stretching her walls and causing her to cry out loudly in both pleasure and pain. His cock throbbed brutally and his balls contracted powerfully and he finally exploded with a delirious, agonized bellow of rage and consummation.

  "Cum daddy, cum daddy, cuuummm!" Janice screamed.

  His semen was an unending, burning torrent that boiled past his pole and streamed down her thighs as she continued to bang her herself backward against his pelvis, her breasts swaying madly and her butt cheeks bouncing. Jack continued to climax, crying out in pain and desperately trying to hold her still. And when it was finally over and she allowed him to pull free, she turned on him with a demented shriek, pushing him down on his back and greedily licking his exhausted prick clean -- until he was forced to push her head away, groaning and gasping loudly for breath. Janice draped herself across him, breathing heavily and shaking.

  "Goddamn," she gasped, stroking his chest. "You are something else."

  They clung to each other in contented silence for long moments as their breathing returned to normal. And then, Janice giggled.

  "What?" he said, smiling tiredly at the ceiling.

  "Ever eaten an Oreo before?"

  "What're you talking about?" he said.

  She giggled again. "Someone like me, stupid. You know, half-white, half-black."

  He smiled and kissed her. "You're my first."

  She smiled. "Strictly vanilla, huh?"

  He grinned. "Strictly speaking -- no."

  She waited for him to continue, and when he remained silent, she pinched his thigh. "All right, I'll bite."

  He flopped his cock. "Bite on this."

  "C'mon, peckerwood," she said. "How many other women of color have you been with?"

  "How much white meat have you consumed?"

  She stared at him. "Just you."

  Jack nodded. "And how do you like it so far?"

  She shrugged. "It's okay, I guess."

  "You bitch," he said, pinching her bottom.

  "C'mon," she said, laughing. "Give it up."

  He sighed. "I screwed a Korean girl one time. She had rat bite scars on her butt."

  "What?"

  He chuckled. "No shit. She said this rat got into her crib when she was a baby."

  "That's awful."

  Jack shrugged. "It is what it is."

  "What about the other one?"

  "What is it with you?"

  "I want to know."

  "Why? I don't want to know about all the men you've been with. I don't want to know how big they were or if they were good in the sack --"

  "Rest assured, nobody's ever made me cum the way you do, Jack." She paused, looking into his eyes. "So, c'mon. Who was she?"

  "She was Native American." Jack touched Janice's face. "She had beautiful long black hair -- just like you."

  "Were they as good as me? You better say no."

  "I guess I have to think about that."

  "Bastard."

  Jack chuckled and stroked her back. "Not even close, baby-doll."

  Janice sighed with contentment and snuggled closer. Jack held her close, feeling her breasts pushing against the side of his chest and enjoying the sensation. He pulled her up to him and kissed her. She stroked his chest and crooned against his lips. And then he gently broke from her embrace and swung his legs over the side of the bed. She stared at him quizzically.

  "Where're you going, boyfriend?"

  "I need to pee. And I thought I'd switch the laundry while I'm thinking about it --"

  "That's what you're thinking about right now?" she exclaimed.

  He grinned. "You know better than that." He paused. "I probably should've waited on the wash. These sheets are going to need it, too."

  She arched an eyebrow. "We're finished with them already?"

  "I don't know. Are we?"

  She glanced at the clock on his nightstand. "It's only two o'clock, Jack. The night is still so young."

  "Well, I'm not," he said. "You wore me right the fuck out."

  "We'll change the sheets, Jack," she said, smiling. "That way, you'll have two sets to wash in the morning."

  He grinned. "Possibly three."

  She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

  "Go pee, baby. Then let's take another shower."

  "That's a deal," he said, and led her into the bathroom.

  *****

  Jack put the wet clothes into the dryer by himself, but they changed the sheets together. When they were finished, Jack yawned, long and widely.

  "Word, boyfriend," Janice said, yawning herself. "You wore me out, too." She crawled beneath the sheets and patted the mattress beside her. "Turn off the lights and come to bed."

  Jack went through the small house and turned off the lights, feeling a dull ache in his chest. The evening was coming to an end, Janice would go home in the morning, and his house would feel much emptier than it had before tonight. His mind was filled with questions he dared not ask for fear of her answers. Of one thing he was sure -- if she didn't want this thing to go beyond tonight, how was he going to face her each day at work? It would be Janey all over again, and he suddenly grew furious with himself for breaking his rules in the first place.

  When he went into the bedroom, Janice had fallen asleep. He stood above the bed and stared at her in the darkness, listening to her slow, deep inhalations. At that moment, he seriously considered spending the night on the couch, but knew that wouldn't be fair to her. Whatever her intentions tomorrow, she was expecting him to sleep beside her tonight.

  You made this bed, he thought. You're going to have to lie in it.

  And so, he crawled in beside her and snuggled close. She stirred, and pulled his arm around her.

  "Now, that's what I'm talking about," she murmured, more asleep than awake, and her slow inhalations resumed.

  Jack held her in the darkness and tried to conquer his warring emotions.

  Morning sunlight streamed through the bedroom window when Jack awoke. Janice lay on her side next to him, her back facing him. His cock hardened as he stared at her bottom. He snuggled against her and pressed his erection into her crack, and she stirred and sighed sleepily.

  "Ummm," she murmured. "I just love morning wood."

  But when he began rubbing up and down, she withdrew. Jack remained silent, waiting for her to say it.

  "I wish we had time for this, baby, but you really need to get me home."

  Jack experienced the emptiness he had known to expect, and his penis withered immediately. He rolled over onto his back with a sigh.

  "What's so important at home?"

  She sensed his sudden change in mood, rolled over and touched his face.

  "My fish, remember?"

  Jack's despondency grew as they showered and dried off. Now, it was extremely difficult to see her naked, with the realization that he might not ever have this chance again. He had a new toothbrush still in the cellophane, and he gave it to her to use, knowing full well that when he returned home, he was going to throw the old one away. He pulled her clothes out of the dryer; the garments were clean but wrinkled, and she was okay with that.

  Jack's uncle was backing out of the garage as they walked across the yard to the driveway. He saw them and stopped, rolling down his window.

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nbsp; "Morning, Jack," he called out, giving them the once-over with a narrow-eyed stare.

  "God," Janice murmured, embarrassed. "How much do you think he heard?"

  "Most of it, probably. All the windows were open." Jack raised his hand and waved. "Morning, Uncle Buck."

  Jack and Janice walked up and stood beside the car.

  "Uncle Buck, this is my friend, Janice Daniels. Janice, this is my uncle, Buck Noble."

  Janice blushed, and extended her hand. "Pleased to meet you, sir."

  "Likewise," Buck said evenly. "And you don't have to call me sir. Buck will do just fine." He looked around. "It sure is a beautiful morning."

  "Yes," Jack said, impulsively slipping an arm around Janice. She glanced at him, startled, and then smiled faintly.

  "I'm going out for breakfast," Buck said. "You two want to join me?"

  Jack felt Janice stiffen imperceptibly, and shook his head.

  "Thanks for the invitation, but Janice has to get home."

  Buck shrugged. "Maybe some other time. Janice, it was nice to meet you."

  "It was nice to meet you, too, sir."

  They watched Uncle Buck back out of the driveway, and then Janice vented a long, relieved sigh. She was still blushing furiously.

  "Oh my God, Jack, I'm so embarrassed. What that man must be thinking."

  Jack chuckled. "What're you worried about? I bet we gave him the first boner he's had in over twenty years."

  "Oh my God. He's gotta be eighty, at least."

  Jack grinned. "Eighty-three."

  "Oh my God."

  "He's going to be pissed about that hole in the wall, that's for sure."

  "Then, you better fix it, goddammit."

  Jack was still grinning. "I'm in no hurry. It'll remind me of you."

  She shook her head and smiled. He opened his door for her and she climbed in and slid across the seat. He climbed in beside her. He was completely caught off guard when she leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek.

  "I liked it when you put your arm around me, Jack."

  He didn't know what to say, and so, he merely nodded and smiled.