The Vessel
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Lucius undid his pants just enough that he could reach down and pull his dick through the zipper. I was transfixed by the sight of all that hard, thick flesh he revealed. And then he let his hands lay by his sides on the seat, as if he wanted me to take the lead. I placed my shaking hands on his thighs, feeling power race through my veins.
“Go on, baby.” He smiled slowly, seductively. “Hike up that dress and put me inside you.” His voice was so low, so husky that my pussy clenched and my clit throbbed. I was so wet, my arousal soaking my panties. I knew once I was bared that fluid would slip down my inner thighs.
I closed my eyes and tried to control myself. Honestly, I probably could have climaxed just from rubbing myself against him like a damn cat in heat.
“Elise. Look at me.” His voice was commanding, and I found myself opening my eyes, looking into his face, drowning in his blue eyes. “I ache for you.” Those four words were nothing more than a husky growl.
So do I.
Without thinking about anything else but riding him, I pulled up my dress so it was now pooled around my waist. I wore a barely there thong, the first underwear that was sexy and not classified as “granny panties.” They made me feel tempting as hell.
He was big and hard, hot and ready for me. I lowered myself against him, felt the hot length pressed against my pussy. A gasp left me at how good he felt, and he wasn’t even inside me yet.
“Go on, Elise baby. Take hold of my cock.”
I wasn’t going to hesitate. I reached down and grabbed his shaft, his length substantial in my palm. When I started to slide down on him, my eyes closed in bliss. The feeling of being unbelievably full was intense. Every inch of me was filled with Lucius, with his throbbing cock that stretched me so painfully good.
Lower I sank, engulfing all of him. His hands were on my hips, and he held me tightly. When he was fully inside of me, his balls resting against the mounds of my ass, we both let out a harsh breath.
“Fuck. Yeah,” he groaned. “That’s it, baby. God, you feel so fucking incredible.” He dropped his head to the crook of my neck, his lips finding my pulse and licking and biting at my flesh as I felt his control start to wane.
I started rising and falling on his cock, the feelings and sensations bringing me closer to orgasm. My clit rubbed against his length, the little bundle of nerves swelling further, throbbing from the friction.
“Christ.” He rested his head back on the seat and closed his eyes, the muscles in his neck standing in stark relief. “Fucking ride me. Harder, baby. Harder.” Lucius had his hands on my ass now, the sound of his groans fueling me on.
I rode him faster, slamming my pussy down on his dick and mewling out when my climax finally claimed me, sucking all the air out of my lungs. And just as my orgasm peaked, I felt Lucius part the cheeks of my ass and slid his fingers between the mounds. I was too far-gone to know what he planned or to try to stop him.
But he didn’t touch that intimate, almost forbidden hole and instead moved his fingers to where we were connected, running the digits around my stretched pussy. He gathered the arousal from my body on his fingers and moved the digits back up to that puckered hole. He rubbed the fluid around my asshole right before slipping the thick digit into me.
I gasped but we never stopped fucking, and I couldn’t help but sink my teeth into my bottom lip.
Lucius groaned out, “Fuck.” He came then, giving me what I wanted too. I could feel his dick swell inside me as he got off, felt the hot jets of his thick seed coat every inch of me on the inside. And still, I worked her pussy up and down his cock. I came for him again, slamming down on him and stilling, letting him be buried deep in my body.
Long moments of us both finding our release passed, and when I felt the tremors of after-pleasure start to settle in me, I relaxed against Lucius’s hard body. He hummed in approval and pleasure and wrapped his arms around my body, keeping me close to him.
“God, I love you so much.”
I kept my head on his chest, listening to the steady, strong beat of his heart. Lucius’s voice was soft, resonating in me on every level. He ran his hands up and down my back in a soothing gesture, and I let my eyes shut, just absorbing how good he made me feel.
Neither of us spoke after that, our breathing the only sound that surrounded us.
I just let the euphoria of what we’d just done steal my very sanity.
I loved this man so much, and the life he’d given me, my family, the baby we shared, was more than I could’ve ever hoped for.
He told me continuously how lucky he was to have me in his life, but the truth was, I was the lucky one too.
Epilogue Two
Elise
I stepped out the back door and stood there for just a moment. The nearly setting sun beat down on my face, a slight breeze coasting over my skin, and the fresh scent of flowers filled my head. Everything felt perfect.
Aiden was playing with a strand of my hair as he babbled away, and I turned my head to give him a kiss on the cheek. I adjusted my hold on him so he was more comfortably sitting on my hip. He giggled and pointed into the distance. He knew where we were headed and was excited about it.
I started walking in the direction of my destination, my feet bare and the grass soft and lush. Aiden started squirming, and I set him down, watching as he ran ahead. A smile played across my face as I heard him shouting. His legs might be short, but he could haul ass, and I picked up my pace to keep up.
Before too long, we were approaching the one-level cottage Lucius built for my aunt and mother, completely handicap accessible, and with a massive garden in the back. There was a white picket fence around the house, and although it was on our property, with the estate just a few acres away, it really did seem like the cottage was in its own little world.
Aunty Frannie came outside first and smiled when she saw Aiden. She carried a fresh pitcher of sun tea. I knew she had it sitting out all day yesterday until it was perfect. The front door opened again, and Lucius came out, helping my mother out by pushing her wheelchair. They all made their way down the ramp to the garden.
There was a little patio table set up, the umbrella already popped open. Lucius had dirt smudged on his white shirt, his jeans equally filthy. I told him not to wear anything nice if he planned on working outside, but he was stubborn as hell. He’d been hauling mulch and soil for my aunt and mother all day, and even if he could be hardheaded, it warmed my heart that he was genuinely happy to help out.
My aunt set the pitcher of tea on the table and scooped up Aiden, but she really didn’t have a choice, since he was all but crawling up her leg, screaming to be in her arms. I couldn’t help but smile and shake my head. He was certainly spoiled, but could one really spoil a child with too much love?
Lucius positioned my mother on the other side of the table and poured her a glass of tea. God, he was such a good man. He walked around the table and strode right toward me, pulling me into his arms and holding me close. He kissed me on the top of my head, and I melted against him.
Frannie was in and out of the house, grabbing items for dinner, Aiden still in her arms, but I could see on her face she loved it and wouldn’t have it any other way.
A couple nights a week, we all ate together, something that was much needed. The day nurse we hired to help out with my mother was a godsend as well. Not only did she do the medical things required, but she was also a companion for my aunt and mom. She kept them company, helped with gardening, and preparing meals. Sarah was an asset to our family, and every day I was thankful we had the opportunity and means to provide this kind of life for Mom and Aunty Frannie.
I looked up at Lucius, listening as my mother talked about the trellis she ordered that would be coming in this week, the one she’d use for her grapevines. I could see on his face he was genuinely interested in what she said, not just placating me or my family because he felt some kind of obligation. Every day, he told me how lucky he was to have me in his life, but the truth was simple.
I was the lucky one, not because of money and wealth or status.
I was lucky, because I had the love of a good man, a happy, healthy child, my family close and doing well, and the prospect of unlimited possibilities for our future.
This was what being happy was all about, and I’d never take it for granted.
The End.
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