Lucien
He had a lot to oversee that day. The two new projects they were launching were readying to open in a week. And he had organised a grand party for his clientele and business associates. His men were waiting at both the venues and he went about, satisfied with the progress. Everything was done, the final touches were all that he needed to take care of.
Both the new Clubs were in different parts of the city. As of now, he had no plans of leaving Hollowford to set up another Club elsewhere. It served his purpose excellently, to stay in his hometown and bring the business here. it was his home turf and he knew everything that went on there.
Then there was Claude’s upcoming fight. it would be the first time that he was facing a professional; al the other fights before this had merely been warm ups as far as Lucien was concerned. From the daily reports he kept receiving about the young man’s progress, he knew that he had little to worry about. Claude was laid back and a sexual animal but once he was in the Ring, he was single minded, determined to win. Lucien smiled drily as he thought of the remarks the old trainer had made,
‘Boss, the boy is like you all over again when he is there. Smashing and pummelling till the opponent goes down.”
*
Finally, there was the matter of his successor. Schwartz had no interest to take over as the Boss.
As the car hummed along the road, he stared sightlessly at the scenery, mulling over his options.
Lucien did not doubt that Philippe would make a good Capo; the boy had proved that he was capable and loyal. Piers should be groomed a lot more. Lucien’s lips twisted as he thought of the wimpy, whining girl, pretty but totally unsuitable for his son. He shook his head impatiently and made a mental note to talk to Piers. As for Ria; he smiled as the image of his darling daughter came to mind. he needed to talk to her and find out what she wanted to do. The others were young and still in school. But he had tabs kept on them as well.
Paddy was doing what he wanted to do and Lucien was okay with that; as long as the boy kept out of trouble. He knew that his woman loved the youth as one of her own.
Cole… Lucien scowled grimly. That fellow was proving to be a headache. He would have to get him involved in something far away from the rest of his family. Yet something kept niggling at the back of his mind when he looked at the boy, something familiar. he scowled as he thought of his woman and how he had felt when he found her, resisting Cole’s unwanted embraces. Clenching his fists, he knew that the boy was lucky; he had let him go alive.
*
Besides, he was gradually easing himself out of his other businesses. He knew he was growing older and although physically and mentally he was as agile and as sharp as ever, he sometimes wished he could spend more time with his woman and children.
Mainly with his Woman. In bed.
He grunted as the car moved forward.
*
He thought of what had happened sometime during their torrid lovemaking during the night. Lucien had bathed and she had finished towelling herself. Sitting on her stool facing the mirror, Proserpina had watched him, wrapped as she was in her fluffy pink towelling robe.
Meeting her eyes in the mirror, he watched as the familiar wave of pink swept up her face.
Something about her demure appearance and her gaze, hot on him, had aroused him all over again.
*
“Dry me, woman,’ he commanded, his eyes grey slashes in his hard face. He had already dropped his towel and stood, naked and glorious, his large member rising, hardening as it twitched and she felt a warmth spreading through her soft body which had been pounded by him just a few minutes ago as they bathed together.
She blinked, biting her plump lower lip and he groaned inwardly. She rose slowly and came towards him, her robe falling open to reveal her heavy breasts, the nipples already standing to attention, he thought, stroking his c*ck, her soft triangle of curls revealed, tempting him. He liked the curls there, had insisted that she leave them there lightly trimmed so that he could tug at them, hearing her moan before he dipped his fingers in her wet pus*y. She blushed as she saw that his manhood was erect and dripping pre cum.
‘Master, ‘she whispered, swaying slightly with the desire he inevitably ignited in her, her body against his, ‘My Master. What do you wish me to do …?’
The little witch was teasing him, he thought and gripping her hair, he jerked her forward. She gasped as she fell into his arms, her hands going to gently trace his arms, the solid muscles bulging as he held her easily.
Her eyes were twinkling as he smiled at him, anticipating the pleasure they were about to share and he bent his head to plunge his tongue into her warm mouth, his arms crushing her.
“On your knees, wh*re,’ he said thickly and she obeyed him, sliding to her knees gracefully. She shed her robe as she went, placing it on a stool.
*
Gently, she kissed his c*ck and he gripped her hair in a painful vice, tilting her head up. She licked the tip, drawing out his agony and he groaned as she slowly took the full length of his large, pulsing member in her warm mouth, sucking with relish, humming softly, the vibrations making him shudder with lust.
He swore, forcing his manhood even deeper into her mouth and then, suddenly, the sight of her on her knees, eyes watering as she swallowed his member intent on pleasuring him, her large breasts heaving, the pointed nipples brushing his legs; it was all too much for him.
The Mafia Don pulled himself out and she looked up, eyes glazed with lust, astonished.
Jerking her to her feet, he lifted her easily into his arms.
“Woman…’ he grunted and then, they were in bed, he was on her, his mouth punishing, taking her roughly. She accepted his savage attack, her body ripe for him, the core wet and dripping already. He raised his head, breathing harshly.
“F*ck, woman. I want you. I don’t think I can hold back…’
“Take me…’ she whispered. ‘Please, Master.’
He grunted and took a teat between his teeth and she yelped, her body arching in shock as pain and pleasure became once again as he bit, and then circled the painful orb with his tongue, sucking, licking and nipping till she was lost to every other sensation.
“Once my son gets to suckle,’ he ground out, rolling onto her, careful not to hurt her and the precious child in her womb, ‘I shall not be able to enjoy your teats …’
And with that, he transferred his attention to her ripe, eager nipples as he thrust into her.
*
Proserpina moaned, totally wet and ready for him as he carried her to the heights with his touch. Mindlessly, she dug her nails into his broad, damp back, scratching him as she screamed his name, her aroused sex milking him urgently. Her hips rocked blindly, as he touched her, his rough hands moving over her soft body brutally, squeezing, and kneading. When his fingers pinched her sensitive clit, she was lost, sobbing out in surrender and then he felt his big body stiffen.
‘Say it, wh*re,’ he grunted, “you are my sl*t. Go one, say it, bi*ch.’
He struck her lightly across her breasts and she whimpered, the nipples hard for him.
She panted, totally out of control now,’ Master…I …I am…’ She felt her orgasm begin to roll and flung her head back as she cried out,
‘I am…’ she sobbed and held him tightly as her muscles squeezed him frantically.
The complete helplessness of the woman beneath him made his balls tighten painfully.
In a few minutes, his thrusts increased in fierceness till she felt he was hammering into her poor womb, and then, he was emptying his cum in her, ropes of it and one part of her wondered how a man of his age could possibly have so much of sperm…and he heard her sobbing,
“I am yours…”
But then Lucien Delano sank his teeth into her soft breast and she whimpered, her muscles gripping him obediently as she sucked him dry, frenziedly draining the last of his cum from his manhood.