(18+) Smooth Xscape (Complete...

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Vol. 2: This is a sequel to My Fucking Smooth Criminal, and if you haven't read that yet, I suggest that you... Xem Thêm

Ch. 1: Useless
Ch. 2: Trabajo
Ch. 3: The back alley
Ch. 4: I'm sore
Ch. 5: A truck load with...
Ch. 6: Salesmen
Ch. 7: I...have to.
Ch. 8: The shower
Ch. 9: On the run... Again
Ch. 10: Unbelievable!
Ch. 11: Pistol power
Ch. 12: Of course not!
Ch. 13: Unfiltered
Ch. 14: Purple cows
Ch. 15: Divinity in Motion
Ch. 16: Sheepier than sheep
Ch. 17: Ultrasound
Ch. 18: I need a hug
Ch. 19: Suggestion
Ch. 20: Like this?
Ch. 21: Barbeque
Ch. 22: Defiant
Ch. 23: (Un)predictable
Ch. 24: The quilt
Ch. 25: Are you okay?
Ch. 26: Teary eyes
Ch. 27: Fresh start
Ch. 28: Streetwalking, baby
Ch. 29: Golden opportunity
Ch. 30: Almost
Ch. 31: B**ch!
Ch. 32: Babysitter
Ch. 33: Directions
Ch. 34: Side-effect
Ch. 35: Nervous
Ch. 36: Endure - or not...
Ch. 37: Tickets
Ch. 38: Solutions
Ch. 39: Distraction failure
Ch. 40: Sharing - Or not sharing...
Ch. 41: Daddy
Ch. 42: Your turn
Ch. 44: You were sayin'...?
Ch. 45: BAD Mama
Ch. 46: Guess who's back?
Ch. 47: No, no and a maybe
Ch. 48: For a new beginning
Bonus 1 - Dated
Bonus 2 - Victoria's secret
Bonus 3 - The Christmas tree
Bonus 4 - Gift of a lifetime
Bonus 5 - Hoe-hoe-hoe or whatever...
Bonus 6 - Walk the plank
Bonus 7 - Gone fishing
Bonus 8 - Me, myself and I
Bonus 9 - Mikezilla

Ch. 43: Suck!

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"Suck."

"But, Sir... I think that it's..."

"Large and ready for you, yes. Now suck."

He pushed me down on my knees, with no room for hesitation.

"No. What I meant was..."

"That my friggin balls have been hurting ever since she..."

He nodded shortly to Annie, who was sleeping in the car.

"...was slurping milk from your lovely titties this morning. Suck!"

He bent down a little and grabbed one of my breasts, and massaged it surprisingly gentle.

"But Mr. Jackson..."

"It's Daddy...now," he growled, emphasizing that one word. Then he grabbed his erection and started pleasuring himself right in front of my face.

Holy shrimp, Gail! Why the hell are you fighting against it? First of all; you know you can't get away. And second of all; You don't wanna get away... Do you?

"If you don't fucking suck my dick, Gail, I'm gonna fuck your throat until you gag!"

"Alright, alright... I-Ugh..."

I already felt him against my tongue. Warm, hard and ready, and with a groan he placed his hand on top of my head, while he stared at his member going in and out of my mouth. Precum gave me a taste of what was coming, or rather; cumming, and I really didn't mind at all. And just to make it better for him, I tugged down his pants a little more, so I could caress his balls and more of his shaft.

"Fuuuck yeeeaahhh..." he grunted, and involuntarily jerked his pelvis forward.

"You know you're gonna gag, anyway, don't you?"

I hummed and nodded a little, before he suddenly did as promised, and pushed me down on him, until I... Well, gagged. But he released shortly after, encouraging me to go faster. So I did. And his response was a low growl that ended in a hiss. He was turning me on. After the many ways he'd had me last night, he fucking turned me on with his steadily increasing moans and groans, and I felt myself get wetter by the minute. Stupid body...

I kept sucking him, tickling his balls with my fingers and trailed his protruding veins from the root and up to the tip with my tongue, getting rewarded with another delightful taste of his cum. And just to tease a little, I used my teeth softly on the glans, before I sucked him back inside again.

"Damn... That's a good girl... Take it all in."

He grabbed a hold of my hair, and pushed himself deep down my throat again, and the way he blocked my airways made tears well up in my eyes. I didn't mind though. I absolutely didn't mind. I was even considering giving in to my growing need to feel him inside me. So...

I did. I slowly got up, receiving a displeased snarl from Mr. Jackson. But when he saw the look in my eyes, and the way I grinded my body against his, a cocky smirk replaced a look of annoyance, and he grasped my butt cheeks and pulled me so tight that I almost got lifted from the ground.

"I knew you couldn't resist me," he said with his deep voice, that I only heard in the mornings or when he was really horny. And he definitely belonged in the last category now.

"You're right, Daddy. I couldn't," I answered seductively and sucked enticingly on my finger.

Gail! For fuck's sake! Tone it down!! He already murdered your vagina five times last night, and now you're willingly trying to make him do that again?! Ye-he-heaaa...

"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."

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