Proserpina
I watched Lucien Delano as he emerged from the shower, his hair still damp, wrapped in a deep grey bathrobe. It was one that I had selected for him. I sighed and settled myself more comfortably on the bed, waiting for him to join me. I needed to talk to Lucien about the way he treated Claude. It was beginning to affect my son and I had no desire to see any of my children become estranged.
A small feeling of relief swept through me; at least, Paddy had been found, alive! That had been my greatest fear, that he would not be alive when he was discovered. But whoever had tried to kill him, or temporarily incapacitate him at the very least, had not counted for his.
The fact that he had landed on the leaves had kept him alive True, he had hit his head on a large boulder which was why he had suffered a major concussion. But I believed against all odds, that my boy would open his eyes and talk coherently. It was a gut feeling and I trusted my instincts,
Just as I had believed, in the middle of my terrible ordeal, when I had been kidnapped by Dmitri, that I would emerge alive and be reunited with my beloved husband, I knew that my boy would live and get better. Yes, it might take time but I KNEW.
And it was that very same belief which had made me search forLucien when everyone had believed him to be dead…
My Mafia Don approached the bed, eyes clouded in thought as he studied his mail and messages. Then, carelessly tossing the robe onto the chair nearby, he got into the bed, turned on the bedside lamp, and picked up one of his phones.
The light fell on his chiselled body and I swallowed hard, feeling my stomach clench in desire. My husband was naked; he preferred to sleep that way and even after so many years of sharing his bed, he could turn me on just with the sight of his splendidly formed body. I felt the flutter in my belly as I looked at the muscular physique, the wiry chest hairs, and the long, thick shaft that lay between his thighs.
Was it wrong, I wondered, to feel this desperate longing to be savagely taken by my man, after the long and emotionally draining day we had gone through?
My body screamed, No!
Giving up the fight to quell my lascivious thoughts, I turned to him, tugging off my nightshirt. I rolled closer, resting my hand on his chest, gently trailing my way to his manhood, placing soft kisses all the way.
My full breasts and belly pressed against his hard body and I trembled with desire, the wetness seeping onto my thighs as my body was ready for him.
Raising my eyes, I met his gaze, narrow-eyed and watchful; I blushed.
“You are a horny little c*nt, eh?’ he growled, capturing my hand and spreading his legs so that I could stroke him comfortably, the mushroom head of his manhood raised as I looked at it, longingly,
“Feel like having my c*ck pounding your wet pus*y, eh?’
“Yes, Master.’ I whispered and moved to kiss his thighs fervently. I was like a woman crazed for her lover’s body. Rising on my knees, I knelt beside him, aware of my nipples that had hardened invitingly. His eyes, hot and greedy, fell onto my large breasts; he had always been fascinated by them and I wickedly rolled a nipple between my fingers, tempting him.
Lucien groaned his shaft hardening in response at once, twitching in eager anticipation and immediately, I bent to take his manhood in my mouth lovingly. He groaned again, gripping a fistful of my hair and holding my head as I sucked him deeply. A large hand slipped between my thighs and I whimpered as he began to play with my clit.
“When you are breeding, ‘ he grunted hoarsely, “you are like a b*th in heat. Insatiable.’
I lazily looked up, dimpling and licked my lips.
‘You must have told me that so many times, Lucien.’ I said sweetly,
“And you know that you love it too.’
For the answer, he pinched my sensitive nub to punish me.
“Mouthy as well.’ he growled.
“Get back to s*cking my d*ck, sl*t.’
I made a reproachful face at him but he slipped two of his thick fingers in me, the wetness seeming to excite him further as he grunted,
“Wh*re! You are dripping wet already.’
I cried out as I went down on hands and knees, taking his thick mushroom head in my mouth, earnestly licking and sucking his long length , pleasuring him wildly, uninhibitedly.
It was true; when I was carrying his children, I had noticed that my sexual appetite increased manifold. Of course, Gaston had welcomed my abandoned lust eagerly, making sure that I was always satisfied. As he neared ejaculation, he grunted hoarsely, “Get over here , you wh*re, sit on my c*ck. I want to feel your pus*y eat up my c*ck.
‘Want to watch your big ti*s as I take you.
Naked and panting, I licked my lips and obeyed him. But I was touched to see that he was gentle, and tender as he helped me to sit on him and then, I felt my muscles clench around his thick length, as I moaned. I rotated my hips, gasping as I felt him accommodate his thickness in my tight tunnel, making me moan again.
He gripped my hips, my stomach, leaning to my breasts as he took my nipples, one after the other, in his mouth, lavishing his attention on them. I held his shoulders, my head thrown back as I screamed his name in supplication while he rammed himself into me forcefully.
“Take what I give you, sl*t,’ he growled and I raked my nails down his sweat-slick back as he pounded me, the way I loved to be taken
And as I soared over the ridge of consciousness, I sobbed aloud before slumping onto him as he emptied himself in me, ramming into me with each thrust. hearing him roar out…