Chapter 441. The Players

Lucien

He sat, watching her while his member hardened painfully.

The F*CK!, he thought, as he watched her, her glossy hair in a dark sheath behind her, reaching her wide hips, the full breasts straining under the shirt which was beyond repair. He vaguely remembered that she had laughed as she cuddled up to him, before the birth of their youngest son, showing him the shirt and telling him how their younger sons had bought it for her.

He had been stroking her breast absently, a hand pillowing his head as he listened to her, enjoying a private moment with her, without the entire brood of children he had fathered surrounding his Woman.

And he had enjoyed her pleasure as she displayed the apples of all things, on the pink maternity shirt.

But all those thoughts flew out of his mind as he watched, unable to take his eyes off her luscious body. He had not had her under him for too long; now he was like a bull in heat and he knew that they wou