Maison Plaisir (Spirit World 1)

Belle unclasped his belt impatiently. His bulge was impressive. His straine

d cock felt so hard when she groped him. She unconsciously swallowed hard again. Heart skipped a beat. God. Hervé was enormous. She unbuttoned his pants and slid down his zipper. Snaking a hand between the openings of his pants, she felt him. His cock lurched at her very touch, pulsing under his briefs.

“Take it out,” Hervé croaked.

She didn’t need any encouragement. She had been curious like a fickle, little kitten. Belle crooked her fingers on his waistband and slid it down past his bulging erection. She craned her neck forward, peeking at his groin. Her heart did a tap dance. Hervé was as big as she felt earlier. Thick, almost alarmingly fat, with a huge tip. He wasn’t as long as Armand, but the lack of it was made up by his girth. Her head filled with dizzying thoughts. God. Am I going to be able to…?

“Touch me,” he commanded.

Her hands flew to his cock before she fully comprehended his order. It almost felt liked an instinct. “Fuck,” she sighed. His cock felt hot in her hands. Hard and unsated. She squeezed him, marvelling at her newfound toy. Hervé’s breath stalled, a moan curling out from his throat. Belle swooped her palm along his length and brushed a thumb over his cockhead. He leaked precum. Wet, just like her.

“Fuck, Belle.” Hervé’s Adam’s apple bobbed. For a moment, he trembled. He withdrew his finger from her cunt. “Rub my head on your pussy. I want to feel you before I take you.”

Oh my. Belle grabbed his shaft and pressed it to her groin. He was so hard it felt impossible for a moment. But he yielded. Her pussy contracted the moment their flesh made contact. Burst of heat spiralled up the length of her spine. More sexual liquid seeped from her.

Hervé held her face while she rubbed the blunt tip on her pussy lips, forcing her to look at him as she did his bidding. Belle felt drowned under his penetrating gaze. “Good. Keep the pace.” He let go of her hand and snaked his hand on her thighs. He stopped her for a moment. His fingers were on her sex, parting her nether lips. “Rub me again.”

She did it. The maddening sensation overcame her senses. That inner part of her body felt so sensitive. The friction, gentle as it was, sent a shiver of fire through her being. Her eyes flew wide in disbelief.

“Good?” he inquired.

Belle answered with a tiny nod.

“Fucking unbelievable.” Hervé grunted and shifted fully on top of her, bracing one arm next to her head. “Look at me when I fuck you. I want to see your pretty face when you come.” He lifted her left thigh for better access and positioned himself at her opening. He made an experimental thrust.

She gasped. The feminine panic blared underneath her mind. He’s not going to fit. He’s too big. He’s…

Hervé growled and thrust.

He speared her open with his cock. Her cunt yielded and accepted him whole. That fat, thick cock plunged into her depths with one smooth stroke.

Belle was out of breath.

Hervé groaned. “So tight, love. So fucking tight.”

Belle panted. She felt as if she’d been split in half. After the brief initial pain passed, a surge of pleasure cocooned her. Hervé pulled slightly and thrust again as if he was looking for a deeper penetration. His balls slapped her perineum. His pubis ground against her clit. His shaft throbbed in her depths, so damnably hot and wickedly good.

He moved. Small pulls and thrusts, fucking her cautiously. Then he quickened his pace when he saw her panting in ecstasy. “Watch me when you come. I don’t want to miss anything.”

But I’m almost coming, she thought deliriously. His generous girth had hit all her sensitive nerves in her vagina, including her G-spot. A few rubs and she was a goner. A wave of freak pleasure hit her and sent her reeling to oblivion, followed by a gushing warm flood from her pussy.

“Ah,” Hervé sighed happily. “I feel you. Love your juicy pussy.”

He pounded again and Belle clung to him, nails digging on his half-shed shirt. She was hit by a mini-climax every two-dozen strokes and soon she felt lightheaded.

Hervé fucked her relentlessly. After her sixth or seventh orgasm in a row, he gripped her hair and slammed a few-dozen strokes until Belle was claimed by the mother of all orgasms that made the world fade from her view. He kept pounding her until he finally tensed and jerked, ejaculating. Hervé shuddered. Warm liquid bathed her channel.

Belle was drifting to slumberland when he disengaged from her. His half-hard cock slipped out.

Hervé rose and sat up. He shrugged off his jacket. His shirt followed. Watching her sprawled, he smiled and patted the side of her thigh. “Don’t sleep, yet, love. That one was only an appetiser. I’m now ready for my main course.”

Main course… Oh, God. Belle watched him muzzily.

He kissed her on the lips. “You certainly don’t think you can finish me in one setting, do you? Like I told you before, I love sex.”

Heat flushed her cheeks. This man was insatiable.

Armand realised he’d been duped when he woke up this morning. He’d stirred in his own bed, feeling sluggish and with no recollection of the previous night. The last thing he remembered was having tea at Lucille’s. He recalled bumping into Pierre Vought, an old friend of the family, and then having a little chitchat. Everything went blurred from there. Keeping his eyes open was a chore.