Chapter 90 Alexander's Revenge {5}
I paused briefly to stall my rising tide, hoping to lengthen our ride a moment longer.
But her craned neck and prodding lips plunged my tide upwards when she spun around in my arms.
On impulse I tried to nudge my member into her sweet tighteness to feel the warmness of her hole overwhelming my shaft.
But my seed raced through my shaft and splattered across her stomach, her hand automatically clasped around my rod - stroking it vigorously.
I shuddered.
How did she learn to do a thing like that?
My eyes fluttered shut as meshed colors stormed around me. At intervals while she stroked, her thumb rubbed on the eyehole - and my body jerked at the explicit contact.
White milk continued to seep out, wrecking me of all the strength I had in me.
Her touch was damn sensitive, achingly sweet and drowning me deep into a depth unknown.
If I don't stop her... My mind fumbled as I groaned.
I caught one of her hands quickly, halting her from the torture she was rendering on me.
"You play with fire so well,"' I rasped out into her mouth, pulling her head close.
Her mouth stretched into a broad smile. "You came too quick," she said.
I let out a scoff. She noticed. "It's been long," I replied her.
"I've barely been up for three days and all I'm being rewarded is your sweet body." I continued, catching the lights in her eyes.
Her eyes towered lower to my chest, and she gasped noting the gunshot wounds; two to my left side, and one on my left chest. That precise gunshot had by an inch became unsuccessful to my heart.
"I want to do this again, atleast to compensate for my absence," I let my hands grip her twin behind.
They were soft and just the way I remembered them.
Can we just stay this way? The thought tug at me. But we were literally in a discomforting standing position.
I pushed myself backwards, my head swung like a pendulum and my steps waivered.
Her hand stretched out abruptly and grabbed my arm, and I sagged against her body.
Her hand curled around my waist, "what's wrong?" Her voice was low.
Giving her a reply to that would probably bruise my ego. I hadn't been patient enough to heal before latching out like the animal that I was.
Gradually, she guided me to her bed in the other room. I caught a picture frame of her sister, she and some older woman as I sat on the edge of the bed.
"Do you have a smoke? Cigar preferably?"
She cocked a brow. "I have milk instead."
And that ripped a chuckle from me. "I'm not a boy, Jacqueline," I shut my eyes as a slow pain course through my spine.
"Well, looks to me that some man has become a boy," she tilted my face towards her.
She was magnificent under the lights, succulent shaped boobs, with proud areolaes that concealed her tiny nipples....
Maybe, they needed my touches to go nut again.
My head throbbed.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I thrashed the lingering thoughts behind, dragging my eyes back to her body. Her stomach was just the way I remembered it, partially chubby and astonishingly flat.
Perhaps, it would have been better if Vinny was from her.
Hell, I didn't even remember who Lyra was, or how she even looked like.
Fuck, I did have a son, the memory stung me.
"I'll get you some milk with some pottage," she rose to her feet.
I held onto her hand while her gaze towered over me. Her eyes probed me further expecting an explanation.
Instead of one, I yanked her towards me. She gasped when her body jammed into me, and her buttocks rested in my hands.
I kissed her stomach reminded of the thought of Vinny.
Should I let her in on that?
No, it was too soon.
Although, I missed having her around me. Her smell, the feel of her skin rubbing against mine, her kisses....
It just didn't feel like the right time.
And don't forget she is an agent, my head hammered.
"Come, lie with me for awhile" I beckoned, pulling her with me to the bed.
Her breath fanned against my face, hard and dragged.
I could tell she wanted me.
The want was evident in her eyes.
My hands grazed across her breasts and I watched as they steeled into hard nuts.
My rod jerked to life, but I willed myself as she fell in place beside me, my hand cupped tightly around her shoulders.
My woman.
If only Charles and Bruno hadn't destroyed my kingdom, she would have been the queen beside me.
And if she wouldn't?
Would I have forced her?
She leaned in, planting a kiss to my cheek, my jaw and lastly my lips.
I groaned. "Jacqueline," I called, breaking the kiss regretfully.
"I need to know where Bruno and Charles are, have any idea?" I asked.
She sighed, dragging her eyes to the scars on my chest. "Weren't you supposed to let me know about how you'd survived?" She looked up at me.
I tried a weak smile. "Even my brain can't comprehend. But I'll like you to meet them."
"Them?" Her eyes eyed me.
"The people that took care of me."
I was grateful she didn't push further. My hand dug under one of her arm, finding a naked breast.
Her breath cut in her throat when my fingers treaded the curve of the shape.
My index finger circled around the hardened left nipple.
Her breath hitched.
I cupped it firmly, squeezed it lightly and watched as she squirmed in my arms.
Fuck, my rod was engorged with blood.
My hand lurched for the other tit, but my fingers were only able to tease the side and the tips of her nipple.
She sucked her lower lip.
"I'll let you in on some information - it's exclusive. We caught Bruno on some assignment he pursued with the Dante's. He had murdered one of our agents who was a spy in his caliber. But we were able to spin it on him, and he's used as a bait to catch Charles."