Slave to Love

In short order, I had my crotch between his legs and was fuckin’ him for all get out with hard, long, strong Jackson cock thrustin’s that had him moanin’ and groanin’ and crying out that forbidden “Will” name almost until dawn.

We holed up there in that small dell through the next day, with me fuckin’ Massa Edward every way from Sunday and him beggin’ for more Will Jackson cock, thick, light chocolate stroking in out of alabaster ass all the day long, showin’ that I had as good a cock and as much stamina as any of the Jackson men.

No one came for us. And in the next night we saw no rim of light on the horizons denoting that the burnin’s hadn’t reached this far.

“What we gonna do, Massa?” I asked as we lay there in each other’s arms and my cock stroked slowly inside him. “We can’t go back. Not unless you want to see me hangin’ from the courthouse tree.”

“Never that, Will love,” murmured Massa Edward, and then he was arching his back again and grabbing my shoulders with his claws and crying out for my deep stroking once more. We came, proud black Jackson seed deep inside him, and precious Tremaine seed up my belly. Then Will took up our conversation again.