(18+) Smooth Xscape (Complete)

Ch. 43: Suck!

"That's right," he hissed, with eyes sparkling with devilish fire.

"But please, Daddy. Be gentle."

Yeah, riiiiight... You just signed your own death certificate. You stupid...

"Ain't promising anything, Mrs. Jackson."

I looked at him with surprise. He hadn't called me that since he proposed, why now?

"But if you continue to beg, I'll see what I can do."

And with that, he attacked me. He dived his head into my hair, altering between kissing and biting my neck, while he turned us around so he could place me on the hood of the car. He pulled up my sweater and squeezed my breasts together, lifted them out of my bra and pinched my nipples a little, before he kissed my areolas. I moaned when I felt his erection press against my throbbing, wet core, and snaked my hand down between us to stroke him a little, and he thrusted his hips a little to increase his pleasure.

"Best playground ever..." he mumbled, and pecked my cheek repeatedly until his lips devoured mine. And I gasped when he sucked my bottom lip between his, and moaned in anticipation when he started to pull down my leggings. It was already moist between my legs, and my panties were ruined. But as he'd said before; who needs panties around him anyway? He always wrecked them; either this way or when he ripped them to shreds.

"Please..." I begged, both that he would be gentle, but also that he would stifle my need, that already was getting unbearable.

"Please, fuck me..."

He rolled his hips against my hip and groaned when he finally got could feel how ready I was for him.

"Fuck, Gail..."

But I whimpered when he started rubbing me.

"Please... Be... Nice... Daddy..."

My voice felt like it belonged to someone else, because my mind and body had betrayed my logic sense long time ago. Only one thing could put out the fire I had inside; him. My fucking hot criminal, and...

Annie.

She started crying just as Mr. Jackson started to adjust himself to penetrate me. So I pushed him away. Or... Tried to push him away. But that was easier said than done.

"Mr. Jackson! Stop! She's crying!"

"Yeah, and so will my dick if he doesn't get some of that pussy of yours."

I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but found that I was locked in place like I was caught by an anaconda. I just couldn't get loose!

"Mr. Jackson! Sir! Our baby is crying!"

"I'll take care of that. And... Her mother."

He pushed the tip of his length inside me, and I groaned because I was so goddamn sore. But it felt so good that I almost lost focus. But...

"Jackson! Please!"

"Prepare yourself, Gail," he hissed.
"She'll calm down... Right... Now..."

He plunged inside me so hard that the car started rocking, and he sure didn't hold back. I screamed because of how forceful he was, but got surprised that Annie actually calmed down. And the more he thrusted, the more the car rocked, and soon Annie stopped crying. I felt embarrassed that she probably heard us, but the way Mr. Jackson massaged my inside brought me mercilessly closer to my crescendo, and I had to bite my tongue to stop moaning too loud. But I could hear Mr. Jackson nearing his peak, as his breathing turned into panting, that turned into groans and cursing through gritted teeth.

"Cum, Ms. Wetherby... Fucking cum!"

I couldn't answer, I just gasped for air.

"Cum! Let me feel you aro.... Fffff...!"

He spanked my ass, more to distract himself than to pleasure me, but the burning sensation after his hand only sharpened my senses, and finally gave me that little push that made it all drop into nothingness. I screamed. I don't even know what I was screaming, but it was supposed to be his name. Still, I probably sounded like I gave birth to a shark that came out teeth first. And not long after, he groaned into my ear, jerking his hips uncontrollably.

"You... Get... Fucking... Pregnant..." he mumbled, and refused to pull out before he was flaccid, and his semen poured out of me and down to the ground.

"You hear me?"

I wasn't able to talk just yet. I think my mouth was broken. No. My brain was. And I was shaking all over. Mr. Jackson pulled up his pants and adjusted his shirt. Then he fixed his ponytail and looked at me, still laying on top of the hood like a road kill.

"Help... Me..." was all I managed to say, not trusting my legs at all, and he smirked diabolically.

"That good, huh?"

"Fuck you," I muttered, wanting him to help me with my pants, or just... To exist. And finally he understood. And he surprised me big time! He helped me get dressed, lifted me up, carried me back to the passenger seat, and picked up Annie so I could nurse her.

Are you sure it's still him, Gail? He didn't just... Say... Turn into some nicer alter ego? Michael?

"Save some milk for me, Ms. Wetherby." And then he started staring.

Oh... Still him.

But I had to blink several times when he picked up Annie after she was done, and changed her diaper. Voluntarily! And I was still not done blinking or adjusting my jaw back to its normal place, when he put Annie back into her seat, then got behind the wheel and drove off. It took several minutes for me to process what had happened the last half hour, and when I finally did, I was still gawking emptily on the road ahead of us.

He fucked your brains out, Gail. For real. It stopped working. It's probably sedated with sperm or just... *poof* Vanished! Yeah. That. But... Hmm.

"Why'd you call me, Mrs. Jackson?" I finally asked.

"Well, you still haven't divorced me, have you?"

He looked at me with his usual smirk.

"No."

"Atta girl. Then you're still my wife."

He had a calmer glow in his eyes now and I guess his fire was put out for time being. But his hand possessively placed on my thigh told me that it didn't take much to trigger him.

"Where are we going?"

"North. Andorra," he said without hesitation, and I frowned.

"Andorra?! Why Andorra?"

"Because there's no extradition treaties there."

I nodded absentmindedly.

"Hah. Clever."

"I know."

I squinted at him, holding back a smile.

"Don't get cocky now."

"Already am, Gail. Already am."

I giggled, and so did he and stroke my thigh.

"But then what?"

"Then we buy ourselves a house, and live there happily ever after."

I gasped dramatically.

"What?! If I didn't knew any better, I would misinterpreted you for being romantic there for a second!"

He narrowed his eyes.

"Don't push it, Ms. Wetherby."

"Uhm... Of course not. I just... It sounds really nice."

He bit his lip and winked.

"Yes, I am. Sometimes."

"And crazy."

"That too."

"Good. That makes two of us."