Chapter Eight
AFTERNOON DELIGHT
HASSAN
“ Y our Highness, Mistress Khadijah has asked to speak with you.” Looking up from the plans of the new housing that has been just approved of the revision of the housing project that we are constructing in a rural community that will include school, hospital and other vital services my father has long fought for only to run into opposition at every turn. He however is not willing to go the lengths I will when I want something done. I have very little patience for those with more than they need trying their best to horde or worse exploit those who are less fortunate. I will bring all these motherfuckers to heel or they will die begging for my mercy.
“Tell her I will join her shortly.” Standing, I inform the attendant as I move from my desk to step into my private bathroom the take care of my needs and give myself a hard once over. Looking anything but regal the first time you see your ex-fiancee after you spoiled her life long dream is intolerable.
“Habi—” she cuts herself off when she sees me approaching. A soft tan blush stealing across her face in the most adorable way. Khadijah is a beauty. Stunning in every way. Pity the only feelings I ever had her were always more familial, never sexual.
“Do not worry yourself.” Clasping my hands behind my back I watch as several emotions play across her countenance.
“Forgive me, Your Highness,” she begins gravely but stops when I raise my hand.
“Khadijah, we will always remain friends if that is your wish.” Watching as her shoulders visibly relax I take a step closer. “Never apologize. None of this is your fault. It’s is mine. I already settled the bride price and included the stipulation that it is yours solely to do with as you please. There is nothing you cannot do in this world. Don’t feel like you have to rush into anything. I will happily assist you in any way.” Dipping my head by way of apology I cover my heart in a gesture of contrition.
“I know you, Hassan. You have been more than generous. My father was somewhat mollified. He is why I’m here. He insisted that I come here today to get you to relent.” Shrugging, a little she turns worried brown eyes on me. “He hinted heavily that I should- should—” her face flushes hot as a crimson coal. “I would never.” She hurries to add. “Our friendship and my love of Amani would never allow me to act in such a way. Plus, I saw you with Lyric the other day on T.V. Seeing the way you look at her. I knew then I never had a chance and I told my father as much.”
Her earnestness makes me bite back the scoff threatening to burst free. I guess the little production we put on made an impression on the most important person to see it. If Khadijah was so inclined she could at any moment seek to force the marriage either through the courts or through some nefarious means in the palace. She’s been a resident here for most of her years and she has many allies in the halls. Probably more than me, since I’ve only returned to take the reins from my father, who is more than happy to focus on philanthropy.
It’s time to take on the role I was born into. I can’t let anything so petty as feelings distract me.
“I owe you a great debt. You must always think of us as your friend.” Every word is spoken with the fervor of me knowing there was none I wouldn’t destroy who tried to keep my son from me, I’d hate it to be her and I am grateful she had the good sense and loyalty not to heed her father’s guidance which is a fete in itself because actions such as the one she’s doing is simply not done. But I know she means more to her father than his ambition. He won’t disown her or beat her. Still, I say in a lowered tone. “You can always come to me if things become difficult.” The smile she gives me in return is sparkling.
“Hassan,” I have no choice but to catch her when she launches herself to my arms. “You are as awesome as my brothers. Thank you, thank you. I wish you every happiness. You have to promise to ask Lyric to sing at my next wedding.” She cajoles buzzing a kiss on my cheek.
Chuckling, I pull way looking down at her. “I promise.”
“Farewell friend,” stepping away she gives me a soft wave before leaving me in standing in the garden, my gaze lasers in on the point on the other side of leading from consorts wing.
Lyric is standing there and despite the distance there is no mistaking she saw the kiss.
Her back is to me when I enter her suite. Her body is trembling with rage. Petite shoulders vibrating with slight tremors and she tries to get her emotions under control. Puzzlement spirals through me as I try to find her reasoning. It’s obvious by her actions there is no lingering affection for me from the night we shared. Why else would she have been so cavalier about withholding the knowledge of my son from me?
Just thinking on it irritates the fuck out of me.
“Lyric,” Biting out her name, I stop just short of her vibrating form.
“What?” Whirling around she snaps. Then taking a step back she shakes her head, eyes hotter than the Sahara then raises her hand stopping me before I can utter words. “Never mind Your Highness ,” saying the moniker like it is an epithet she sneers, “I don’t need your gaslighting, telling me I didn’t see what I clearly saw.”
Pivoting on slippered feet she moves to leave, dismissing me from her presence.
“You can go,” she wave negligently like I’m nothing, like I’m not the one running this shit.
Snatching her little ass back I look down into those expressive orbs flaming with hatred for me.
“And exactly what did you see?” Not really curious, more because she seems jealous. From what I’ve seen actresses try to emote for more than a dozen years — she’s hurt too. I need to know why.
“You taking advantage of an inexperienced girl.” She hurls the accusation at me with so much disgust I almost cringe.
“She wanted to say goodbye. I owed her at least that.” This gives the harridan pause for all of ten seconds.
“Oh, at least there is someone you think you owe answers to instead of taking decisions out of their hands, forcing marriage on them. Kidnapping and disrupting years of hard work.” Bitting her bottom lip to cut off more words she tugs. I let her go.
Staring her down as I seethe,“You mean like you not telling me about my son?”
Lifting her head she gives me stiff nod. “I guess you think all of this—” waving to the room at large she pins me with a look, “is justified by a child you never wanted.”
“You don’t know what the fuck I wanted because you didn’t give me a chance to know about him.” Teeth clenched I ground out feeling heat on the back of my neck. How dare she judge me. “Now we’ll never know will we? You took that from me and the whole first year of his life.”
A mean little smirk quirks the corner of her mouth as she looks at me in a way that seems to size me up and find me lacking.
“I know what you wanted. What men like you always want — no responsibility. To do your dirt without any of the filth coming back to cling to your bespoke suits.You’ll go to any length not to have your problems exposed to the public. I have my own life. I don’t need you, Hassan. I chose to keep my baby for me. He’s mine. I didn’t need to consult you. You were engaged, remember? Something you failed to tell me. One night, that was all.” She shoves away from me throwing a wicked laugh over her shoulder at me, “Hell, I barely remembered it until the mandatory pregnancy test came back before my tour saying I was pregnant. It took me a half a day to even piece it together. Blame it on the Remy.” She gives a rueful chuckle, “That could be a song, lemme get my notebook.”
Fascination, disbelief, anger then resolve coalesce down to the bone and sinew of my being as I stare in awe of this little lying ass motherfucker trying to convince me, as she wonders off into her bedroom, that she didn’t remember the night that has me jacking my dick on a daily basis.
I have no choice but to follow.
“Oh yeah?” My voice sounds almost subhuman as the lock clicks ominously behind me.
“Ha—”
“Uh-uh, lil’ mama,” shaking my head smiling a little because that is exactly what she is — my lil’ mama. “Seems like you need a little help remembering how we made our son, jameela.”
“Nah, I’m good. He’s here now,” she shrugs, clutching her purple notebook between her arms and luscious breasts like it will protect her or some shit like that.
She’s rooted to the spot as I stroll lazily over to where she stands beside the overstuffed queen bed I had dressed in the colors she favors, pink and purple.
She has on a nearly diaphanous lounge set that’s popular among the ladies of our set when they lounge at home. It flows yet still manages to huge every supple curve. The material dips in at her waist, revealing a little stripe of her skin where she has a diamond belly ring. That wasn’t there before and I’m envious I haven’t seen it until now. What other changes have I missed in her body besides the obvious one of her blossoming with my child? I resolve to plant my seed in her again. This time I won’t miss a moment.
Her breath flutters against my skin. I notice the pulse fluttering like the delicate beat of a hummingbird’s wings at her throat.
“You said you could barely remember,” I tease, plucking the notebook out of her hand, and placing it on the nightstand behind her. I hear a soft hitch when my shoulder brushes her left breast as I lean past her to toss it on the side table.
“See, I can’t have that now can I — my woman saying she can’t remember my loving,” I tsk, shaking my head. Reaching forward, I stroke her cheek. Her skin is as smooth as I remember. “Kisses forgotten?” Thumb sliding over plumb luscious lips, I groan, thinking of how they felt against mine. How they felt wrapped around my dick.
Just thinking about how she sucked me deep down her hot little throat has my come pearling at the head of my length.
“We can’t have that now, can we?” Taking her lips, catching her gasp, I cover her, consuming every inch of her mouth. I devour. Unbelievably, beautifully, she yields. She tastes like the morning tea of mint. Mouth wet, I know her pussy’s wetter. She tastes like mine. She is. Soon she will have no choice but to remember everything we do because if it takes every day of the rest of our lives I will remind her to whom she belongs.
For all her denials, she didn’t hesitate to kiss me back. In fact, she gets on her tip toes, pressing her plump little body against mine.
Pulling back, allowing a small smile to spread across my face, I look down in to those luminous brown pools filled with desire.
“I-I’m not your woman,” she stutters, the umber flush stealing across her cheekbones, screaming her deception. Her fists are balled tightly, trying to hide her need.
Ignoring her lie, I duck my head, taking the nipple pressing against the fabric into my mouth. I suck deep, pulling the harden little nub deep into my mouth. Once the material is saturated, I lean back to look at my handy work. Now her fingers spasmodically grip my arms, telling me everything I need to know. I dive back down, taking the other nipple, sucking, tasting. Sweet nectar meets my tongue. My dick throbs almost to bursting. I suck more, trying to draw more out to taste.
“Fuck, you taste even better than before. My son made you ever more delicious. I bet that pussy is just as good.” Glancing up, I notice she’s biting those lovely lips so hard she’s drawing blood.
“Uh-uh, we’re not hurting ourselves.” Tugging her lip free, I cover her mouth with mine, sucking away the hurt.
A soft moan escapes her, still she doesn’t move, doesn’t say stop. Her eyes say it all. She wants this. Tomorrow may be different, but right now she wants what only I can give.
More than happy to oblige if for no other reason than to prove to myself that night was not a figment of my imagination, I kneel.
“Little liar.” She’s drenched for me. Pulling back, I meet her pensive gaze. “My woman is wet for me.”
“N—” the lie dies on her tongue as I dip mine between her pussy lips. I won’t tolerate any more lies between us. The piquant pleasure of her taste is a delectable bouquet on my tongue. Inhaling, I take in the scent and the taste of her. I could taste her pussy all day. My dick kicks when she tilts those bountiful hips, pushing her pussy into my mouth.
“Hell yeah, give me that motherfucker, lil’ mama.” I growl, gripping her juicy ass, drawing her further into my mouth. I need more. Have to get more and I can’t get at her like I want through the material of the lounge pants thin as they are.
Setting back on my hunches, I stare at the fat ass pussy print pressing against the material. Fuck if I don’t want to take a picture just so I can occasionally look at it throughout the day.
“Let me see this pretty ass pussy you’re teasing me with.” Reaching her waist, I tug the material down, helping her step out of the pants.
Returning, I notice the scar peaking out beneath the curve of her soft tummy.
“What’s this?” I trace the slightly raised tissue just above her pubic bone.
She stills. Her hand comes to rest beside mine. “It’s from the C-section. Dr. Muhammad said Ayaan was too big to fit through my cervix.”
Something twists in my heart as her words register.
Leaning forward, I kiss the place she’s covering, pressing my lips against her hand. With a gentle pressure, I move her hand away so I can lay kisses along the line of her belly.
“Thank you so much for giving me a son, jameela,” I whisper up into her guarded expression. “You won’t have to go through anything alone again.”
She must believe me because her hands touch my curls with a reverence I’ve never felt from another.
“You deserve to be worshipped. Will you let me?”
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 moment can 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. “This pussy 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.