Proserpina
I shook my head.
‘James is a dear friend but he has two women in his life now, Aiyana and Maja.’ I went on as my lover’s hirsute chest with the firm muscles loomed infront of me and I swallowed in trepidation, nervous at the beast I had unleashed.
It had been a long time since we made love, if the fierce, urgent coupling we entered into, wild and abandoned, could be called lovemaking; and my body was already waiting to have him claim me roughly, the way he always did, for tenderness was a quality no one could associate even remotely, with Lucien Delano.
*
But two could play the same game, I thought.
I began to unbutton my shirt, seductively and saw his eyes gleam, the way his body went still. His manhood reared up, stiff and thick.
I swallowed and then said in a husky whisper,
“Will you give me your word, Lucien Delano? That the child we created will be the one who will fight on the Opening Day? And not you?’
His hand stilled for a minute as he stroked the hard shaft which was pointing at me and I licked my lips again.
Then, he smiled, his eyes hooded as he stared at me but I could feel the heat in his stare, the intensity of his lust.
“Depends on how well you f*ck me, wh*re,’ he replied hoarsely, his hand on his erection, stroking it.
I smiled because I knew that I had won.
Lucien would never go back on his word; that was something that I was aware of.
Dimpling at him graciously, I threw my shirt onto a chair carelessly and slid out of my pants. My breasts swung free and I saw his facial muscles tighten, the hard jaw clench.
He made an inaudible sound as he looked at the small triangle of hair between my thighs as I discarded my panties, holding them up before flinging them at his face. He growled, a flash of anger and surprise crossing his face as he caught it and held it to his face for a split second, grey-blue eyes hot with lust and a desire to punish as they locked with mine.
I was the first to look away.
Then he said, his voice low with restrained passion, as he fisted himself, urgently,
“Get the f*ck over here, you teasing c*nt.’
And then, in a hoarse growl, that of a man who was about to lose his control any minute now, he went on,
‘I can see your dripping wet pus*y. Pink and glistening for me.’
I smiled and moved back to lean against the table, touching myself gently, suggestively, all the while.
“No, Boss,’ I sighed, running my hands over my full breasts, touching my firm nipples and moving to my parted legs and then sliding them to my wet thighs, watching the greed in his eyes. “YOU come here.’
He moved, as swiftly as a panther, coiled to spring and attack.
I had a minute to ask myself why I had unleashed the dangerous lust within him with my teasing before he had taken me in his arms, his large hands kneading and squeezing hurtfully, his mouth on mine, giving me no time to think as he invaded me. Moaning with desire, I threw my head back, my eyes shutting as I soaked in the sensation of being mauled by this man.
I gasped, my legs parting eagerly as he kicked my feet apart and forced his thick body to mine but he took my mouth again as he growled, voice rough with passion,
“Ah, sl*t , so you will bargain with me.’
And he lifted a breast and lowered his harsh mouth, licking greedily and then, he sucked, nipping at the thick teat. I screamed, my body coming alive as he raised his head and the flinty eyes looked into mine.
“No more feeding our brat,’ he growled as he took a nipple between his teeth, ‘These tits belong to me, for my use only.’
I panted breathlessly, nodding.
*
I sobbed helplessly, on fire for him. I would have agreed to anything at the moment. He laughed, rightly reading my desperation, and uttered a crude expletive before a thick hand lazily strayed to my sex. I moaned, thrashing as he fingered my clit, playing, teasing my sensitive nub before slipping two thick fingers inside and I arched my body eagerly, clawing at his shoulders.
He growled, his unshaven jaw rubbing against me as he growled,
‘Ah, soaking wet. The way I like it, sl*t’
His fingers played with me, pinching my sensitive area and I was on the verge of coming when he abruptly withdrew and pulled me off the table where I had been sitting, legs spread out wantonly. I stumbled and he gripped my arm as he groaned hoarsely,
‘On your knees, bit*h. First, you pleasure your Master’s c*ck, wh*re.’
I sank to my knees, giving him a dark look and he laughed as I glared at him.
Gripping my hair, he growled,
‘You need to get me to agree, woman, have you forgotten the deal, you horny bit*h?’
I hated the way he spoke when he was filled with lust, the crude expletives, the abuses he growled.
But I knew that I had him where I wanted; he was going to say yes.
I looked up at him archly and began to tease him, as he brought his massive beast to my mouth and began to rub it against my lips. I gently put out my tongue and teased him, watching as his breath came in shorter gasps, his hand in my hair clenching in want. Delicately, I prodded the tiny opening on the top with my tongue, my head tilted as I watched his face darkening. Lovingly, teasing him, I kissed the heavy balls and he groaned.
“Ah, witch,’ he sighed and threw his head back as he growled, his hand tangled in my hair, and then, he forced his member into my warm mouth, as he took my throat, the massive, mighty shaft determined to attain satisfaction. But even as I gagged and sucked on him, he seemed to stiffen.
With an oath, suddenly, he was pushing me onto the carpeted floor, and I fell back, breathless as he climbed onto me and entered me in a rush, forceful and violent and I cried out.
My hands were clawing at his back, raking into the muscles, leaving marks no doubt but Lucien was grunting, as he rode me, exiting and then ramming hard, each time filling me so completely, I felt my legs shake as I wrapped them around his strong waist.
‘Wh*re,’ he grunted,” Rutting my horny little wh*re ‘
It was followed by a string of filthy curses as he pounded into me, mercilessly.
But I could not care, all I wanted was to be under this man, his member in me, mindless with the passion that was a raging fire between us. My muscles clenched around him frantically for they had been denied of this for a while, squeezing, milking him as he thrust into me, in and out.
“I love you, Lucien Delano,’ I sobbed as I felt the explosion in my body, at that moment when all else faded and I was carried away into another realm. I was sobbing as I held him to me and his mouth was on mine as he growled,
‘You belong to ME.’
I tried to answer but I was still floating back to earth.
Not so Lucien. he continued to ram his powerful member into me and I sobbed as he reached down to take a thick nipple between his fingers, tweaking it.
‘Ah…’he grunted. As he took the sore nub between his teeth and then, he was bellowing as he came, emptying his spend into me, ramming his member deep into me, touching a spot that was so sensitive, I cried out helplessly and wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him to me as we rocked in the age-old, timeless rhythm of man and woman.
*
Later, I turned to look at him, our bodies damp with sweat. He gave a tight smile as he raised himself on an elbow, to study my flushed, weary face.
“Ah, you look like a woman who has been well used.’ He grunted and I felt the heat in my cheeks.
He reached out to brush a damp tendril from my face and I grabbed his hand.
‘Lucien,’ I whispered earnestly, drawing his face to mine,’ I do not want to see you getting hurt.’
He moved away, a quizzical smile on his face as he drawled,
‘But our son can get hurt, is that it Woman?’
I sat up, preparing to explain but he moved away and I rolled over for he was lying flat now, his hands cushioning his head as he watched me, narrow-eyed.
‘Claude is young and so much under your shadow that it frightens me. Give him a chance, please; I just want you to give him a chance,’ I whispered, kneeling up, pulling my shirt to cover my breasts which were getting heavy now.
He grunted, his eyes roving over my face, my body, hungrily, silent for a long, long while; then just like that, he growled,
‘The boy can fight on Opening Night.’
As I stared, wide-eyed, he went on, smiling slightly,
‘I will not go back on my word, Woman ‘
I threw my arms around him to kiss him and he rolled me under him, preparing to ride me again.
But I knew that my body was reminding me that the baby needed to be fed.
“Lucien, ‘ I pleaded,” I need to feed…’
“The f*ck,’ he growled, as he parted my legs roughly, thrusting his manhood into me forcefully, his mouth on my breast, ‘I need to f*ck you first, woman; then we shall see about feeding the boy.’The