Lara's Last Journey [One More Time 2] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Mya Larose

  Lara’s hands trailed slowly over his abdomen. The little devil knew what she was doing to him. He could feel his muscles quiver beneath her touches.

  She slid down his body and, taking the sheet with her, baring his aching manhood, began to slowly rub him up and down. He couldn’t take his eyes off the goddess holding his hard manhood in her hand. They stared into each other’s eyes as she leaned forwards and took him in her mouth.

  She was amazing. Her tongue circled his manhood as she moved her mouth up and down, soaking it with her saliva. It didn’t take her long to get his whole length into her throat. He was certain he wouldn’t be able to take it much longer, and he had something else in mind before he wanted to spill his seed, so he pulled her off.

  “I can taste your seed,” she said as she looked up at him from under her lashes and licked her lips. “Are you going to come for me?” she whispered.

  “Ah, God! Yes,” he grunted.

  She then stopped abruptly, leaned back, stood up, and looked down at him with an evil and beguiling look.

  “You’re going to torment me, aren’t you?” He groaned.

  “Oh, patience is a virtue…and as you said earlier, it’s our special night. I want to take our time this time,” she retorted softly.

  She pulled him to his feet, grabbed his fully erect penis in her left hand, and led him across the chamber over to the fireplace.

  She let go of his manhood. “I would like to have my midnight ride. Lay down,” she ordered, and pointed her finger to the cushions facing the fire.

  Lara stood, slowly removed her robe, and then threw it back on her shoulders. Her body was fantastic. She looked like she had been built for sex. He looked at her with a raging desire, undecided as to whether he wanted to worship her like a goddess or ravish her like a concubine.

  She then straddled him and slowly lowered herself on top of him, aligning her hips against his. He licked the tips of his index fingers and brought them to her nipples, rubbing them in soft, slow circles until they were hard, like his penis against her ass. Suleyman watched as she closed her eyes, moaning, leaning back against him.

  “How moist and warm are you, beloved?”

  “You tell me!” she breathed.

  “Mmm…I want to feel,” he said, moving his hand down between their bodies to her pussy.

  He moved the index finger of his right hand up and down her juicy slit. He could feel that she was indeed very wet. He spread her juices over her plump lips, feeling every inch of her perfect cunt yet again.

  “Ah, God! Lara, you are very wet, you naughty Kadin.”

  “Yes, Suleyman, I am,” she whispered.

  He tried to take it slow. He gripped her hips and lined himself up with her. Staring at the entrance to her tight little pussy with his manhood just outside it, lingering for a moment to feel the soft, subtle skin there, he finally let her lower down. He watched as he slowly entered her…watched as he pulled his manhood out a bit and saw that it was covered with Lara’s honey…watched as he dove inside her again and disappeared inch by inch. When he was finally inside her all the way, he moaned loudly, unable to restrain himself any longer. He was overly excited, and too desperate.

  Slowly, Suleyman began moving in and out of her tight pussy. Her pussy gripped all around his penis like a vise and it drove him mad. He wanted to stay inside Lara forever. He knew he’d never possibly have a more perfect pussy in all his life. This was it…this was the pinnacle of his sexual experience, and he was prepared to revel in it as long as possible. He drove himself inside her over and over again, long, slow, hard strokes…

  She looked like she was experiencing pain and pleasure both. Her beautiful face was contorted with lust, her mouth open as if she was about to moan, her emerald eyes flashing with desire. Suleyman slid his hands down her arms, resting it over her delicate ones.

  Then he whispered to her, “I’m going to love you until you beg me to stop.”

  Her eyes widened as she stared down at him, then her lips curled into a smile. Her only answer was to impale herself on his manhood harder, faster now…

  “Oh yes, Suleyman, oh yes…Just like that…Just…Like…That…” She moaned with both pleasure and pain cutting into her voice.

  He could feel his manhood’s hardness even more as her body began to tremble. She let out a little whimper and he was gone. Several more thrusts later and he was sure he was going to explode any second. He watched as her eyes rolled back into her head. She moaned and cried as the wave of orgasm consumed her.

  Suleyman dug his hands into Lara’s hips roughly and pulled her onto his manhood hard, as close as he could get her. He exploded like never before. His thrusts slowed, but he could feel his seed continuing to shoot from his penis and seep into Lara’s body. Abruptly, she stopped thrusting. She fell back onto his chest like a ragdoll. She was obviously exhausted. He smiled at her and kissed her forehead.

  “Mmm hmm, love you,” was all Lara could manage.

  Smiling like the cat that got the cream, he stroked up and down her back for several minutes, his manhood still inside her. He enjoyed the feel of her ample breasts.

  Ah, God, thank you for your gift. He would cherish her until his last breath, he prayed, and tightened his grip around his loved one.

  Epilogue

  With a resigned sigh, Suleyman bided his time by rearranging his kaftan and straightening his headgear. It wasn’t like he was vain! At the end of the day, he was the third son of the sultan and the father of three little princes, so he wanted to look his best for this memorable time. The Sultan had commissioned the paintings of all his kin.

  Abruptly, the doors of the audience room crashed open, interrupting his reveries. He watched with amusement as his sons poured through the doors like they were being chased by an invisible enemy, followed by their flustered servants. He was certain the whole household and beyond Istanbul heard their playful cries of war.

  He couldn’t remember being as noisy as them when he was at the tender age of nine.

  Right behind the triplets flew his beautiful Kadin, dressed in her splendid yellow Kaftan with intricate golden embroidery and a bejeweled turban with a veil attached to it. She looked absolutely stunning, as she had been the first time he found her in his bed, although her hair was a bit messed up today. He wasn’t at all surprised. If he was running behind three little demons, he would be in the same state.

  “Mister, Suleyman, thinks it is hilarious running behind them…” she muttered. With a loud bang, she closed the doors and hollered, “Boys! That’s enough now. Get your bloody backsides here!”

  Suleyman shook his head in amusement. He now knew who the boys took after. When he looked at his Kadin, the last ten years of his life flashed in front of his eyes. As he caressed his trimmed beard, he let his eyes skim over his beloved. The years hadn’t damaged her. On the contrary, her perfect body had bloomed into a voluptuous rose. Motherhood suited her. He could already feel his manhood stirring to life.

  Their years together and the children didn’t diminish their love for each other. Their bed and every flat or horizontal surface in his household had been used over and over. His Kadin was an insatiable creature.

  But right now, his beloved’s face was all flushed from trying to order around the little demons. Taking pity on Lara, Suleyman slowly stood up and placed his hand behind his back, just like his own father used to do when he was going to reprimand him along with Salim.

  He cleared his throat loudly enough to attract the attention of his sons. Alas, it didn’t really work! They were still running around the room chasing each other.

  “Everybody, be quiet!” he roared.

  Enough was enough, though. As soon as they heard his shout, everybody in the room froze.

  “Every one of you is going to sit down quietly until the royal painter finishes his duty.” He eyed his sons one by one until he had their cooperation. “Is that clear?”

  He could see Lara rolling her beautiful eyes up. He knew t
hey wouldn’t last a long time, but one could always hope.

  With a frown, he watched the boys holding their servants’ hands. Quietly, they made their way to the center of the room where the chair for his beloved was placed. Taking his beloved’s hand, he murmured into her ear, “God! Your beauty will always leave me speechless. I feel like a randy young boy.” And he meant it. He couldn’t get enough of his Caucasian bride, even after all those years.

  “Well! Let me tell you that your performance this morning wasn’t from a randy man,” she whispered back in his ear.

  Her last remark left him speechless. “I’m still enjoying it every time I sit down.” Then she patted his chest with a cheeky grin.

  Only his Kadin could talk to him with such liberty, whereas nobody else would even look him in the eye for fear of their life. He understood now the relationship his father and his birth mother had. But like his father, he couldn’t bed another woman. His Lara was the only one. She had his heart and soul in the palm of her delicate hand.

  He watched her walk away and smiled. Suleyman could always tell when Lara was a naughty Kadin. While they had been getting ready for this morning painting session, she had made sure to rub her ass against him a little more than was necessary. He had found lots of opportunities to bend her over so he could see her beautiful ass that still made his head turn, even after ten years of being together.

  It usually backfired on her, because by the time he started to grab her ass cheeks, she had rubbed herself against him and begged him to slam his manhood into her backside. He did give her his best performance. Even now, he felt himself stirring to life once more. His beloved was going to bring him to his death as a happy man.

  With a satisfied sigh, he watched her sitting on the chair and placing the boys on the floor around her knees with the guidance of the painter.

  She eyed him with such heat that it took his breath away. “Come and join us, my love!” she said calmly.

  His need for her was something he had never felt. She was his sun, his fire, his one and only. Without her, he would be cold and lost, as he took his place behind her and put his hand on her shoulder.

  He stood straight behind his Kadin and let his thoughts wander while the royal painter started to sketch. He looked down to his offspring and smiled. Suleyman couldn’t have been more pleased with his sons. They would grow up to be as strong, intelligent and fierce as their beautiful mother…

  “My Pasha! It is done,” declared the painter.

  Lara clapped her hands, “Fantastic! I can’t wait to see the finished work,” she squealed. She added, “Don’t forget to add the date. I also would like to hide a wee note in the back of the canvas.”

  He jumped slightly when he heard the voice of the artist and his Kadin talking. He didn’t realise that the session was already over. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t see the time fly. With a shake of his head, he watched his sons running out of the room, followed by their servants. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Lara turning in her chair to look up at him suspiciously.

  “Suleyman, what are you thinking about?”

  He cleared his throat. “Nothing, beloved.” He acted innocent. “Did I hear correctly? You want to hide a message within the paint!”

  She said with a frown, “I’m not buying it, Suleyman…You are going to tell me what’s wrong. But to answer to your question, I wrote the name of a friend with her address. Whoever’s going to find the message has to contact my friend. I just wanted to tell her that I was happy and had a great life,” she explained as she tried to rise from her seat. “Now! Let’s get back to my first question, mister.”

  He didn’t want to tell her that his thoughts and dreams were full of her. It wasn’t so manly, he thought. Therefore, he bent over her and kissed her in front of the painter. And when she tried to rise up again from her chair, he kissed her some more.

  Without releasing her, he ordered to the painter, “Get out, now!” One thing led to another.

  As he carried her to the divan, Lara murmured, “You didn’t answer my question.”

  Suleyman sighed. How could he even think, resisting his beautiful Kadin? He was so helpless, like a new infant, in her presence.

  “I thought about how fortunate I am that fate brought you to me,” he said. “I was also thinking about the gifts that you gave me, beloved. Our sons.” He felt his throat raw with emotion.

  “Oh, Suleyman!” She sighed and put her head on his shoulder. “We are fortunate to have found each other.”

  Slowly, he laid her down on the divan like she was the most precious gift sent to him by God. And indeed, she was! He cupped her beautiful face between his trembling hands. He caressed the contour of her face with his thumbs. He couldn’t hide the tears that run down his cheeks.

  “You are my love, my fire, and my heart, beloved. Without you, I would be a soulless man.”

  She looked at him with such tenderness and love that it brought him to his knees. She searched his face with her eyes. “Never doubt! Our love to each other is so strong that even time didn’t stop our union, my love.” Gently, she pulled him towards her and wiped his tears away.

  Then, against his lips, she murmured, “Never!”

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Mya Larose was born in Turkey in the eighties, educated in France, studied in Cambridge University. She is a thirty-three-year-old youngish woman living in Northern Ireland now, with her wonderful Northern Irish husband as well as her children and a wee granddaughter.

  Mya was attracted to books since she could remember. As she grew “older” her love for books followed. She always wanted to write but had this fear of refusal. Putting her phobia aside, she pulled her big girl’s knickers on and started to write six months ago.

  It wasn’t long before she decided to try her hand at getting it published. She couldn’t describe what she felt when she learned that her first book was going to be published. Since then, she’s been working on two more manuscripts.

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