Page 26 of Good As Hell

Her mouth opens and closes. She swallows. Then, after a beat, she nods.

Using my fingers, I open her to me. Her turgid clit stands out, demanding attention. Covering her, I suck it, drawing it into my mouth. Her fingers spear into my hair, holding me while she rides my face like a seasoned equestrian. Swirling, laving, lashing until I feel her legs tremble, I take her pussy with a ruthlessness to not only prove a point but to brand myself onto her soul. I’ll be damned if she denies an experience with me again. I couldn’t forget her, so why should she be able to form that lie without consequences?

“Ohmygoodness,” she keens, coming hard against my mouth. Her hands are like a vise griping my the sides of my head as she grinds her hot little pussy against me. Reveling in her taste, the heady sensation of her dripping mound against my lip and the pinpricks of pain as her fingers tighten with every wave of the orgasm I’m giving her. I can’t help the come dripping from the tip of my dick in anticipation of finally having her again.

Gripping her hips, I pick her up, turning, then tossing her onto the bed. Dragging her legs over my shoulders, I burry my face into the plump flesh, begging for my adoration again. I can’t get enough of this woman. Like a willing acolyte, I worship her the way the mother of my heir deserves. She spreads so beautifully for me and I know that night in California was not just one of dreams. No, it wasn’t a lark, it created a miracle — our son. What we experienced that night was real. My heart kicks like a beast as I tongue her, knowing that this momentcan be the same. We can create another miracle, hell as I taste the delectable nectar spilling just for me, I know we can create blessing after blessed miracle every time I breed her. I make it my mission, my ministry if you will to keep her filled with my seed for the foreseeable future.

Delving my tongue, I fuck deep as I can, licking her sweet spasming walls. Her pussy does its best to suck me into its tight recesses. Pushing in a long finger, I feel how tight she is. Just as tight, if not tighter, than the first time I took her. Her fat little pussy is not only divinely plump, but snug as a motherfucker. Stroking her clit, I work her slit with my tongue, letting her fuck my face with abandon.

“Please, please,” panting she pleads, begging for the mercy only I can bring.

“Uh-uh,” pressing a teasing kiss on her clit I murmur, “I have to make sure you remember this time. I don’t want you wondering how this baby was made, Lyric.” My voice hardens as I flip her over, bringing her up to her hands and knees.

Reaching down, I have to squeeze my dick with the pressure that would break a man’s neck so I won’t shoot jets of come all over that juicy ass that’s on display for me now.

Her pussy pokes out, begging. I kneel again, going face deep into her ass, licking her from slit to ass.

“Hassan,” she screams as I eat her ass and pussy, tasting every inch of what’s mine for a lifetime. Holding her still, I don’t relent. Not when she comes the first or the second time. So fucking sweet. I’m feasting like the hedonist I am and I don’t want to stop.

I follow her down when she collapses. Turning her to her side, I ease inside. Even after all the times she came for me, her pussy’s grip nearly makes me spend.

“Damn, Lyric,” Pulling her tight against me, I cup her breast with one hand and cover her mound with the other hand. “Thispussy is so good, jameela. Better than before. So fucking tight, sucking me in like you missed me.”

Bottoming out, thrusting deep, I take my time working in and out of her tight sheath. Dragging across the plushiest pussy I’ve ever had. “Did you miss this dick, Lyric?” She clenches hard in response, her body speaking even when she can’t or won’t give me an answer.

Not good enough. Pinching her nipples makes her gush for me. Slippery wet sounds fill the room as our bodies slap in sweet synchronization. “Answer me,” I order, fucking her deep.

“Yes,” her gasp catches on my tongue. I take her mouth, driving deep, filling her again and again as my fingers thrum her hard little clit. She opens her legs and clamps them back, sensations rioting through her, making her want to keep me close and push me away at the same time.

I don’t stop driving into her lush heat. I don’t want to stop. I doubt I can. Each drive takes us higher. Our bodies cling, release, only to come back together with hard surges. Her fingers dig into my flesh and I reward her in kind.

As my crisis approaches, I bury my mouth in the crook of her neck, taking the flesh there sucking, marking her as mine. I don’t give a fuck who sees it. I’ve already claimed her to the world now it’s time for her to accept it. She will wear my mark, my ring, I will breed her, she will bear me another child.

“You are mine you, understand?” I grit roughly in her ear. “Mine.”

“Hassan,” she pleads, shaking her head a little, trying to deny my words even as she comes for me again. I take her over edge following soon after determined more than ever to make it so.

Chapter Nine

THE LITTLE LIGHT OF MINE

LYRIC

Groggily peaking beneath the cloud of covers as he dresses, I take in the sight of the man who so thoroughly ravished me all day yesterday. Freshly showered, he looks amazing. He’s in western dress for once. In a pristine black suit, blindingly white shirt, charcoal gray tie with diamond cufflinks. He looks relaxed and well rested, though neither of us got much sleep. He made love to me all day and night, then again right before he got up to shower. He gave me no respite, and I didn’t ask for any. I want to bury myself deeper under the covers, but I’m no coward. I’ve always faced my mistakes. That is what yesterday and early this morning was — a mistake. My emotions are already all over the place. My body aches in places I didn’t think were possible. I refuse to allow myself to feel any shame. I’m grown and… I don’t even allow myself to finish the thought. Dang it. I folded like paper for Hassan just like the weak women I sing about never being, yet here I am letting His High-And-Mightiness have his way.

I’m trying to get used to this new normal. I’ve been putting on a brave face for Ayaan. So there really hasn’t been timefor me to just sit with everything that’s happening and the repercussions that are happening to my life. So tearing myself up about a moment of weakness, I just won’t do. It happened, it’s over, that’s all.

Hassan has ripped me away from everything and I’m the one who is going to have to deal with it. He may be untouchable ensconced in his palaces with all his power, but I still have life and legacy to maintain. People who depend on me for their livelihood. Then I let him — I don’t even want to think about all that he did and I allowed. All I know is I need to get my act together, so I can find a way out of this situation before something irrevocable happens, like me getting pregnant again. He made it clear that’s his goal. To have me full with his babies. Walking around this palace year after year spitting out his kids like some broodmare. Ain’t no fucking way.

“I can already see your mind working overtime.” Tone nonchalant, he looks at me as he adjusts his tie.

Sitting up, I pin him with a glare. “And I wonder why that is?” I watch as he shoves his hands in his pockets and rock back and forth a little, quietly assessing me.

Then it seems as if he wraps himself in a shield of ice. The temperature of the room even seems to drop as he regards me. Gone is the passionate lover. In his place is the monarch. And I? I may as well be slowly serf for as much regard as he gives me as his next words so eloquently prove.

“I will make your excuses to our families this morning. However, tonight you are expected to be by my side, and behave according to your station.” I’m already jumping up at his words. Family?

“W-what do you mean, my family?” I wince, and I’m not sure it’s from the rigorousness of last night or the real possibility of his words. Either way, he misses nothing. Not the wince, not themarks he’s left on my body. Not the evidence of his desire from earlier.

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