Wicked Payback

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  She almost thought she could hear Jack swallow the lump in his throat from across the room. With a slow smile she removed the pins from her hair as she climbed the next few steps and shook out her long auburn curls, fingering them to fluff out over her shoulders. The fiery tendrils stopped just above the bare tips of her breasts.

  “You mean that was hiding under your wedding dress all day?” Jack marveled.

  “Uh-huh. And every time the fabric of my gown scraped my bare nipples,” Meredith’s voice quavered a bit as she turned to him, “I thought of your fingers pinching them.” Her gaze never leaving Jack’s, Meredith tugged at her nipples, rolling them hard between her fingers and allowing a little moan of pleasure to escape her lips. She’d never spoken that way before or touched herself in front of him. She just hoped to hell she was doing everything right.

  “Oh my God.” Jack threw his head back and groaned. “You’re a vision. A goddess, Meredith.” He followed her trail up the stairs. “My very own personal sex goddess.” He kicked off his shoes and tore at the rest of his clothing, leaving the pieces haphazardly strewn in his path.

  “Oh goodness,” Meredith cooed in mock surprise. She was really starting to enjoy this new wanton side of herself. “My panties are damp and I’m all hot and wet between my legs.” Posing at the top of the stairs, her legs spread about a foot apart, she slipped her fingers between her legs, stroking herself back and forth slowly, and then held up her glistening fingers. “See?”

  “Shit.” Jack let out a low guttural groan. “Jesus, Meredith, you’re driving me fucking crazy.” Struggling to shuck his dress pants quickly, he tripped while hopping out of one pant leg and stumbled on the stairs. “Christ, my cock’s so hard it could hammer nails.”

  “Well, why don’t you come on up here and hammer that great big hard cock of yours into your new bride’s tight, hot, wet little pussy, hmmm?” On that teasing note, Meredith backed into the bedroom, satisfied that she’d performed quite well indeed—for a diehard goody-two-shoes sort of girl, that is.

  “You wicked, wanton woman, you,” Jack said, bounding up the staircase. “Just wait till I get my hands on you.”

  “And your tongue,” Meredith called from the bedroom. “Don’t forget your tongue.”

  Breathless, Jack crossed the bedroom’s threshold. Clad only in a pair of black silk boxers, his jutting erection tented the fabric, stretching it to the limit.

  “Ooh.” Meredith eyed the way his cock ached to escape its confines. “Is that for me?” Propped against the pillows on the bed, she spread her legs and crooked a finger, loving the way Jack’s eyes bugged as his gaze flew to her crotchless panties and the moisture glistening at her pussy and inner thighs.

  “Oh yeah.” Jack swallowed hard. “All for you, baby,” he said huskily as he crossed the room to the bed. “And if I don’t plunge into you soon, I swear to God I’m going to burst.” Bending over her with a gleam of anticipation in his eye, Jack smoothed his hands up over her silky stockings from her ankles to the garters.

  “Oh, we can’t have that now, can we?” Determined to draw out the deliciously scintillating anticipation, Meredith held up her hand before Jack could jump into the bed. “But not yet.” She almost laughed when his face fell. “I want you to just stand there still for a moment so I can thoroughly inspect that amazing gravity-defying cock of yours.” Meredith slipped off the bed and stood before him, wrapping her hands around the bridegroom’s impressive arousal and purring. “Mmmm.” She stroked the length of his cock through the whisper-thin silk.

  “Meredith,” Jack uttered hoarsely, glancing down as her rigid nipples grazed his chest. Grasping them between his fingers and twisting, he drew a moan from her throat. “You’re so goddamned hot, Meredith. Every fiber of my body is on the verge of detonation. I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to breathe again.”

  With a mirror-practiced come-hither smile, Meredith slipped off Jack’s shorts, breaking into a full grin as she eyed his erection springing to full attention. Curling her fingers around the broad base of his cock, she whispered against his ear, “I want you to fuck me, Mr. McKenna. Hard. And fast. Until I’m senseless.” And then she swooped her tongue across his sculpted pecs and ground herself against him.

  “M-Meredith … you’re killing me.”

  “Not a bad way to die, hmmm?” she asked teasingly.

  Not wasting another minute, Jack lifted Meredith and tossed her on the bed, with himself following right behind her. “I’ll have you know you’re not the only one with wedding night surprises, Mrs. McKenna.” A low, wicked chuckle rumbled in Jack’s throat. “How about engaging in a round of MAGCC? That is,” he arched a brow, “if you think you’re woman enough to take it, of course.”

  Slanting him an eager, inquisitive expression, Meredith popped up on her knees, straddling Jack. “I’ve never heard of that. What’s a MAGCC?” She quickly held up her hand in stop sign fashion. “And whatever it is, Mr. McKenna, I can assure you that I’m more than up to the challenge.” She laughed.

  Jack captured her nipples with his fingers, tugging hard and stopping her laughter in its tracks. Meredith threw her head back and moaned as the pleasurable action launched shivering waves to her pussy. He continued to twist and pinch as she helplessly mewed and purred.

  “The initials stand for Michigan Avenue G-Clit-Cock,” Jack clarified. “I like to call it magic for short.”

  “Sounds intriguing. And just what sort of magic have you con-cock-ted?” Meredith couldn’t help giggling.

  “It’s my own personal invention,” Jack explained proudly, still playing with her breasts. “In honor of our honeymoon night at this grand hotel on Michigan Avenue. If it works the way I hope, it’ll drive you so incredibly mad with passion you’ll beg for mercy. Are you ready to test it out, my sweet?”

  “Oh God, yes. Do it!”

  Maintaining an unyielding hold, Jack intensified the exquisite firm pressure against her nipples, teasing them mercilessly as Meredith leaned back. The union of pain and pleasure drove her almost to the edge as he drew her forward by clamping firmly on the rigid buds and tugging.

  “Okay, that’s it, Jack. I need to feel you inside of me now!” Without further ado, Meredith impaled herself firmly on his rock-hard cock. An unabashed cry of joy escaped her lips as she rode him, enjoying the delicious sensation of fullness.

  “Hold it!” Jack said through clenched teeth as he stilled Meredith’s swiveling hips. “Jeez, Meredith. You’re going to be the death of me yet.” He laughed. “We have to switch positions. This will work best if I’m on top.” With that, he cupped her ass firmly and, still buried inside her, they rolled so that Meredith lay flat against the mattress.

  He pulled himself out slightly and then plunged into her swift and hard.

  “Mmmm. Great start,” she panted.

  “Tell me when you feel something, um…different.” Jack tilted her hips up slightly, guiding the tip of his cock back and forth and to the left and right. With a grunt he screwed himself in even deeper, burying his long thick cock to the absolute hilt. Meredith gasped. “Well? Feel anything yet?” he asked.

  “You mean aside from the usual sensation of blinding pleasure?” She gave a throaty laugh. “Other than that, I don’t know what you—” She stopped and her eyes widened. Wheezing a monumental gasp, Meredith said, “Oh! Yes. There!” She began to writhe and moan. “Oh dear God, Jack, what is that?”

  “That, Mrs. McKenna, is your G-spot. I read about it in one of my buddy’s medical books at the university.”

  Meredith gulped. “The…the G part of the MAGCC, I assume?”

  “Precisely, my dear.” Jack grinned. “My magical cock, obviously being the last part of the name.”

  “Oh Jack…it’s…it feels… I don’t know how to explain it,” Meredith murmured, feeling almost drunk with inexplicable pleasure. “The sensation is overwhelming, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Oh God,” she swallowed hard, “I never want this to end.”

/>   “According to everything I read,” Jack said, “if we do this right, you’ll be able to achieve an internal orgasm, stemming from the muscles of your uterus contracting. It’s supposed to be more powerful than a clitoral orgasm. But my dastardly plan is to give you both types of orgasm—simultaneously.”

  “The pleasure might kill me,” Meredith panted madly as Jack continued his deft stimulation of her G-spot, “but I’m willing to make the sacrifice. Ooooooh! Mmmmm. Damn, that’s just incredible. You were right about the cabana boys. They definitely won’t be necessary.” She managed a slight chuckle.

  “Damn right.” Jack winked. “Right now your job, my lovely bride, is to just relax and enjoy.” He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers. “And you need to let me know if you feel yourself on the brink of orgasm inside, at the G-spot area. Damn…it’s hard, but I’m going to do my best not to come too soon.”

  “Okay,” Meredith barely got out as every one of her nerve endings melted in ecstasy. “Feels…so…good…” Her eyelids fluttered closed.

  “I wish we could stay like this forever, Meredith.” Jack kept moving in slow, cautious circles, driving her past the point of all reason. “You have no idea how much I love being inside of you like this.”

  “Yes, just like this. Exactly like—” Meredith’s eyes flew open and she gasped. “Jack! N-now!”

  Continuing his internal massage of her G-spot, Jack reached down and began fingering Meredith’s clit.

  “Wait! No! Jack…stop. It’s too much.” Meredith’s head thrashed against the pillow as the intensely erotic waves practically did her in. “Seriously. I’m not kidding. I can’t take it.”

  “You can take it, sweetheart,” he assured with a hoarse chuckle. “Just go with it, baby. Give in to the passion, the pleasure. Let the magic overtake you. I want to watch you come, both inside and out.”

  “Yes…okay…” Meredith’s hands flew up to Jack’s abdomen, where she dug her fingers in and pressed, clinging for dear life. A moment later her scream reverberated around the room as her hips bucked violently off the mattress. Undulating torrents of pleasure washed through her entire being. The dual orgasm rocked her to her very soul, pulsating and contracting inside and out.

  As her muscles clamped hard around him, pulsating strongly against Jack’s cock, he roared out a howling growl and she felt his hot cum spurting into her depths. It was a devastatingly magnificent and mutually magical first climax as husband and wife.

  Crumpled into a musky, sweaty heap, their arms wrapped around each other as they lay panting in the afterglow of a most amazing sexual journey.

  “And that, my precious, beautiful wife,” Jack said through short fast breaths, “was Jack McKenna’s patented Michigan Avenue G-Clit-Cock.”

  Meredith gazed into Jack’s eyes and began to cry.

  He looked at her in surprise. “Oh, honey, what is it? What’s the matter?” He stroked her cheek gently. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  Shaking her head back and forth, Meredith turned to Jack, taking his face in her hands. “No, sweetheart. I’m crying because I’m so happy. So blissfully, miraculously, unbelievably happy.” She brushed a kiss across her husband’s lips.

  “Whew!” Jack chuckled. “You had me worried for a minute. I thought maybe my MAGCC did you in after all.”

  “Are you kidding? It almost did!” Wiping the tears from her eyes, Meredith laughed. “I’m just so happy to be your wife. I feel just like a princess who’s been carried away by the handsome prince on his white charger.” She trailed a path of kisses from his jaw to his chest. “Oh, Jack, let’s never lose the magic—or the MAGCC.” She winked. “Let’s promise to always be this happy.”

  “I love you, Meredith. With all my heart and soul.” Jack kissed the top of her head. “Neither hell nor heaven could persuade me from your arms.” He enveloped her in his embrace and kissed her soundly. “I promise you that our life together is going to be beautiful, wonderful, perfect.”

  Stretching with a contented sigh, Meredith cooed, “Especially if you continue to invent exotic methods of cataclysmic orgasm like that.” She gave a wicked smile and hiked an eyebrow.

  “Hmmm.” Jack played at being in deep contemplation. “When we’re carefree and filthy rich we’ll have to travel all over the world and, one by one, I’ll concoct a new method of orgasm or sexual position in honor of each place we visit. How does that sound?” He flashed a bright, little boy smile.

  “Mmm-hmm.” Meredith nodded. “Sounds good to me. How about the Torrid Toronto Tumble…or the Irish Shamrock Screw…or the Horny Houston Handful…or the—”

  “Or,” Jack interrupted, “how about the Parisian Stuffed Pussy.” He licked his lips and jiggled his eyebrows. “Or the Lip-licking Londoner…or the Barcelona Buck and Howl.”

  Jack and Meredith looked at each other for a long moment and burst out laughing.

  “You know,” Jack scooped her against him as she snuggled close, “all kidding aside, maybe we succeeded in making a baby tonight.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Wouldn’t that be fantastic?”

  “Oh goodness.” Meredith laughed. “A baby conceived using the Michigan Avenue G-Clit-Cock method!”

  “Maybe I should patent the technique. We could make a fortune.” Jack smiled devilishly. “I can see it all now.” He skimmed his hand across an imaginary panorama. “Seminars, books, T-shirts, mugs and, of course, Michigan Avenue G-Clit-Cock--The Movie.”

  “Uh-uh,” Meredith said, laughing. “No way. I’m keeping your brilliant discovery all for myself.” She kissed Jack’s chin. “I’m much too selfish to share this one.”

  They untangled themselves from each other and sat up against the bank of pillows at the headboard. Jack brought his arms up, folding his hands behind his head as he leaned back with a contented sigh.

  “I’m a supremely happy man, Meredith,” he boasted through a broad smile. “Married to the woman of my dreams. And it’s only going to keep getting better from here. You, me, a houseful of kids and a big sloppy dog.”

  “And don’t forget the unlimited lifetime supply of chocolate you promised me,” Meredith teased as she gently coaxed her husband’s cock back to attention. “And the pricey French bubbly,” she added with a resolute nod. “The deal’s off without those.”

  “I’m a man of my word,” Jack said, quickly slipping his fingers into her unsuspecting cunt and laughing when Meredith eked out a little gasp. He looked into her eyes, grinning as he waggled his eyebrows. “And I promise you at least fifty years of magical sex and fun and laughter together. Starting right now with a wild ride to ecstasy.” He flipped Meredith around so she was astride him.

  As Jack McKenna thrust up into his bride’s pussy, she started to cry again, overwhelmed by the joy, the passion, the unbridled happiness of being Mrs. Jack McKenna.

  Chapter One

  Twenty Years Later

  “Eeeeeek! There it is again!” Meredith McKenna abruptly flew into the arms of Cristoval de Medina, her hunky next-door neighbor, plastering her ample curves against his hard muscled form. She further ensnared the scrumptious young Spaniard by wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his narrow waist.

  Securing his hold on the pseudo-hysterical Meredith, Cristoval glanced around her small kitchen. “Where? I don’t see it.” His deep accented timbre seemed designed to set women’s hearts aflutter.

  “It just scampered across the floor.” Whimpering, Meredith pressed her breasts harder against Cristoval’s naked chest and buried her face into the crook of his neck and shoulder, inhaling his delicious male scent. “I think it went out through the crack at the bottom of the kitchen door.”

  “Ah, sí.” Cristoval nodded. “Mice can squeeze themselves through the tiniest spaces. I’m sure it’s gone. Believe it or not, it’s more afraid of you than you are of it.” He laughed and then moved to set Meredith down.

  “No!” Gasping, she locked her arms tighter around his neck. “Don’t put me down yet.
I’m…I’m still scared.” She raised her head and gazed into Cristoval’s chocolate-drop eyes, which were fringed with lush licorice-black lashes—the longest she’d ever seen on a man. She couldn’t risk having him release her yet—not now that she’d finally mustered the courage to be a wanton woman. She might lose her nerve.

  The night before, while jabbing an accusatory finger toward her reflection in the bathroom mirror, Meredith had spat, “That’s it! I’ve had it. That chronic goody-two-shoes attitude of yours is ruining my sex life. Your reign as Queen of the Boring, Sniveling Good Girls is officially terminated as of this moment, do you hear me?” She paused. “Good girl? Hah! Middle-aged woman is more like it. You’re turning forty tomorrow, remember?” she’d managed through choked laughter. “That’s ten years shy of half a century.” Bracing her hands on either side of the sink, she’d leaned closer to her reflection, narrowing her large blue eyes as she scrutinized every laugh line, wrinkle, sag and imperfection.

  “Face it, missy” she’d said, staring herself down, “the bloom of youth has withered. Life is passing you by, and what the hell have you done about it? Nothing! You haven’t had sex once since Jack left you three years ago. Three goddamn years, Meredith!” She’d poked her finger at the mirror again. “And it’s nobody’s fault but your own.”

  And then she’d straightened, elevating her chin and curling her lip into a wicked smile. “Well, your dry spell ends tomorrow morning when the new, improved, forty-year-old Meredith McKenna fucks that glorious young specimen of muscled masculinity next door. Got that?”

  And that’s why Meredith was feeling just a tad panicked now…why she couldn’t possibly let go of this choice opportunity. If Cristoval just set her down and left, with no more than a quick smile and a friendly adios, she could lose her last chance to escape the suffocation of her tediously virtuous life.

  Cristoval stared into her eyes for a moment before dropping his gaze to the pair of generous breasts heaving against his chest. Meredith watched him give her a languorous appraisal. And then he swallowed hard as his hands warily squeezed her ass cheeks.