The Matriarch: An Erotic Superhero Romance (The Matriarch Trilogy Book 1)

by Howell, Sloane

  Both my hands ran up his legs over his slacks, digging my nails in, my eyes locked on his. "I don't know if you can handle this pussy." I reached a hand between my legs and hovered my mouth over his hard prick, breathing on it and teasing his inner thighs.

  I moaned, my index finger stroking my tiny bump. It swelled at my touch. I pulled his slacks down to his ankles, marveling at the cock that sprang free and swayed back and forth in the air.

  I gripped at the base of it with my free hand, slipping two fingers inside my slick, aching cunt, and slowly inched them deeper. I wanted him bad, for the sake of the mission of course.

  Eyeing his cock, I licked my lips and exhaled on his tip and down the shaft, pressing my tongue to his balls. Pulling my fingers from my slick folds, I let go of his dick, stood, and kissed him hard and deep, before biting at his lower lip.

  I plunged my fingers into his mouth, forcing them into his cheek. His tongue swirled, sucking my juices from them. I playfully slapped the side of his cheek with my free hand. "You like how that pussy tastes?"

  He nodded.

  I sprawled to my back on the floor, grinding my hips up and down in the air, circling my fingers around my entrance.

  "I said stroke that dick for me." I moaned and panted, watching him watch me.

  He wrapped his fingers around his prick and stroked, increasing the intensity every few seconds, knuckles turning pale.

  I worked two fingers inside and my eyes rolled back. "I want your cock so fucking bad. I want it so bad, baby. I can feel it inside me. Oh my god." I let out a squeal.

  "Come and get it." I looked up and he was pumping his cock hard and steady, staring at me with hungry eyes.

  I paused for a moment, shifting back up to my knees, gaping at the length he held in his hand. "I think I will."

  I slapped his hand from his cock and took the tip in my mouth, sucking his head without warning, and slapped it on my tongue. I plunged him into the depths of my throat, hands at my sides, doe eyed watching his head crash back into the chair.

  I bobbed on him, saliva streaming down his shaft and my chin, coating his balls, gagging myself on the pulsing cock jammed in my mouth.

  I held all of him in for a moment, my lips pressed against his pelvis at the base, before releasing him and panting for air.

  "Can't handle that dick?" He smirked at me.

  Wrong move, bitch.

  I grinned and slammed my mouth down once more, his head teasing the back of my throat. I shook my mouth on the base of his shaft like a hooked fish.

  "Holy fuck." His head flew back to the ceiling.

  I released him momentarily as his eyes opened, and then spit all over it, staring his big prick down, thinking of all the dirty things I wanted to do to it. Then I took him all the way in my mouth once more, swirling my tongue around him as I went up and down on his prick. I felt the tension rise quickly in his balls against my chin.

  I released his dick and slapped it, hard. Knocking it back and forth in the air as he winced. "Not before you fuck me."

  The glint in his eyes held excitement and fear.

  "You really are a naughty bitch."

  "You have no fucking idea. No idea, at all."

  My soft thighs straddled his muscular hips. I ripped his shirt apart, buttons rattling across the desk like shrapnel. A carved up six-pack appeared as I turned around and pressed my tight ass against his throbbing cock.

  I slid my cheeks up and down, spreading them with my hands and letting his shaft tease across my puckered asshole.

  "You want this pussy bad, don't you?"

  "Fuck yes."

  "How hard you gonna fuck me?"

  "I'm gonna drill your fucking cunt." His confidence grew. I liked it.

  "Oh yeah? Fucking do it then, pussy!"

  I turned and slapped him, straddling him and hiking one of my feet up on the desk. I gripped around his tight shaft and lowered my pussy to him, hovering over the tip. I eased his head inside, my mid-section shuddering as he went into me.

  Fuck me, it's huge.

  I knew he wouldn't last long the second I sat on him. He filled my wet cunt as I circled my fingers around my clit. A sigh escaped my lips.

  "That's it, right there." I lowered my leg and wrapped my arms around his neck.

  I bounced my ass on his thighs, drilling my pussy to the hilt with his stiff cock.

  An orgasm was building deep in my core as I sped up the tempo. I bounced harder and faster as he leaned back. I pressed my forehead into his and stared into his eyes.

  "Fuck me, baby." I gasped.

  Neurons fired through my body. I rocked my hips back and forth, feeling every inch inside me as I clamped around him, body tingling in a daze.

  I shook for a moment and came on top of him, clawing at his pecs as I jolted one last time.

  The grin on my face was reciprocated in his.

  "You done fucking me or what?" I playfully slapped him once more.

  It was all the goading he needed.

  "You want more?"

  "Did you come on my fucking tits yet?"

  His eyes grew large. He slapped my ass, leaving two big red hand prints, and gripped my thighs. My pussy clenched at the stings, and my heart raced against him. He stood up as I spread my legs wide around his hips.

  He maneuvered his hands under my ass and got a firm grip, holding me in the air as he hammered into me. My head flew back. His pelvis slapped into my legs, drilling me in time with my screams as I felt his hard prick jackhammering into the depths of me. My fingernails dug deep into his arms, fueling him to speed up.

  My voice began to vibrate as he rammed his cock in and out of me. My pussy was drenched and hot. Smacking sounds echoed through the room.

  I squealed louder and faster as the bottom of my ass slapped into his thighs as his legs stiffened.

  "You gonna come for me?" I barely got the words out.

  He nodded.

  I yanked my top down, letting my breasts bounce in rhythm as he went into me a few more times before slipping his cock out. I dropped to my knees, squeezing my tits together between my arms as he furiously stroked his cock.

  He increased the tempo of his hand. I stared into his eyes as his body went stiff. I could see his load bulging in the head of his cock as he let out a grunt. The first wave shot across both my tits and my erect nipples. The warmth of his come on my skin had my eyes wide open. I smiled at him while he continued to grunt and stroke, some of it landing on my neckline.

  A strand of come dangled from the tip and I caught it with my tongue, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock. I gulped down his last few salty drops.

  "Well, that was fun." I giggled.

  He stood there in a euphoric daze, slowly regaining his consciousness.

  "Jesus Christ." He looked at me like I was all his fantasies wrapped into one.

  "Well, be a fucking gentleman and go get me something to clean this off with." I stared down to my tits.

  He paused for a moment. I sensed apprehension as he shrugged and walked from the room.

  I flipped to my feet and pulled a thumb drive from my purse. I jammed it into his computer and pressed a button on the side, staring down at my come-covered chest.

  Messy bastard. Goddamn, he can fuck though.

  It hadn’t taken much convincing to get him to bring me here. All I had to do was bat my eyelashes and say, “Wouldn’t it be fun to fuck in your office? I’ll make it worth your while.”

  The thumb drive flashed green and I swiped it from the computer. It slipped through my fingers and rattled against the floorboard near the door.

  "Son of a fucking bitch." My heart raced, thumping into me.

  I started toward it and froze, sitting back down in his office chair.

  He walked through the door, looking worried, carrying some tissues from the restroom.

  "This was all I could find." He buttoned up his shirt (what buttons were left) and looked around the room, before handing me the tissues. I wipe
d the load off my chest and tossed them in the waste basket.

  He turned his head to the corner where the green light from the thumb drive cast a faint glow against the wall.

  Fuck. I sprang from the chair and kissed him as he buckled his pants.

  "We really shouldn't be in here." He pulled away from my mouth and stared around.

  I yanked his head back to mine as he started to look in the direction of the flash drive. "Don't fucking pull away from me." I kissed him slowly, one eyebrow raised as I stared at it in the corner.

  "Really. We have to go. Now."

  "Ugh, fine. You’re no fun once you blow your fucking load."

  He laughed as I grabbed my purse and adjusted my skirt down my ass.

  I walked to the door, careful to block his view.

  "What is that?" My heart practically stopped. I did not want to kill this motherfucker in his office. But I would if it came to it. He stared into my eyes. The flash drive was a few feet away.

  Fuck me!

  "What?" I did my best not to look nervous or tremble.

  He walked over to me with a serious look on his face. I saw pictures of his family on the wall. Guess they won't get to say bye to their nosy daddy. I hoped with everything in me he wasn't heading toward that drive. My hands grew clammy. My heart sped up against my ribs.

  Inches from my face, he looked me up and down.

  I stopped breathing.

  "The sexiest fucking ass I've ever seen." His hand slapped my right cheek in his palm. I feigned surprise and dropped my purse over the drive.

  "Oh, you think you can handle that shit again?" I was up by his ear as he squeezed my ass a little harder before releasing it.

  I bent down and grabbed my panties from the floor. I sighed as as relief rushed over me. I stood and placed them in his hand.

  "A souvenir."

  He stared at them as I bent over and picked up my purse, shuffling the thumb drive inside of it. I couldn't get to the elevator doors fast enough as I strutted away, rocking my ass back and forth. Holding my thong in his hand, he stared, a huge smile spread over his face. He followed me like a puppy after his favorite toy.

  Cars raced by outside the window as I woke in a strange apartment. A heavy, sweaty arm was draped around me. It tightened against my ribs as I tried to escape its clutches. I paused for a moment, exhaling lightly, and slowly peeled a finger at a time from my waist. I set it on the pillow next to me.

  "The shit I do for this city." I smirked.

  I hopped out of bed without making a sound, pulling my dress back on before rising to catch a glimpse of my disheveled red wig in the mirror. I shuddered at my appearance. Aren't you a looker, Jesus.

  William adjusted in the bed, snoring loud, taking the breath from my lungs as I tiptoed across the room and slipped out the door.

  Sunlight overwhelmed my eyes as I fumbled through my bag for a pair of sunglasses. I made my way down the stoop of the apartment building.

  The nearest street sign eluded me for some reason and I was turned around. Having drivers had spoiled me. Walking by in suits and everyday clothes, people hustled children to the bus stop, running late for meetings. They sneered at me. I looked down and realized I looked like a street whore. It didn't bother me much. I was used to the stares. I grew up with them.

  The usual urban smells swirled around me. I looked up to some clouds approaching the city from the West and scratched at my scalp. I hated wearing the fucking wigs and thought the price paid should include a 'no itch' guarantee.

  Making my way around the corner to an alley, I found a dumpster. I scanned the area for anyone who might be watching before pulling the wig off and letting my brunette hair cascade down my shoulders. I tossed it in the trash and caught a glimpse of myself in a window.

  "Well, it's an improvement I guess."

  I made my way a few blocks, keeping my head down, praying nobody recognized me.

  Walking across the street, I passed a mother scolding her child as they walked. I could still hear them behind me when I froze in my tracks and the child ran straight into the back of my legs, buckling me at the knees.

  "Sorry, sorry. Are you okay?" I asked as I stared down at the young boy as his mother apologized to me. I hoped he wouldn't get in more trouble than he was already in.

  I shimmied my minidress down farther and glanced up. Reality crashed back into me and I remembered why I'd suddenly stopped. Cody was walking down the sidewalk toward me.

  Shit!

  The sunlight hit his face from the side, casting shadows along the line of his jaw. He ran his fingers through his hair and locked his eyes on mine.

  I flipped my head to the side, pretending to be looking across the street at something else. Not fast enough.

  "Rebekah?" I could feel his eyes on me and my hooker outfit.

  There was no way out. I turned and smiled as if nothing was amiss about my slutty dress and disastrous hair.

  "Hey." Eloquent, Maggie.

  He chuckled for a second, his eyes darting to my ensemble. "Long night?"

  I didn't know what it was about the apron wrapped around his frame, but I wanted to rip it off him. I could do it too, easily. If he only knew what I was capable of.

  But there was something about the apron. It made him innocent and playful, young at heart. It took years off of his age, as if his boyish charm didn't make him seem young enough already.

  "How did the melatonin work?"

  "Oh, you know...It was great. I've been sleeping great." I played with my hair like a little schoolgirl. Knock that shit off, Maggie.

  He smiled a little, completely unconvinced. I knew I looked like I hadn't slept in days and I said 'great' far more times than any normal person who was indeed, 'great'.

  "I see." He stood there, ripping my breath away with his emerald eyes.

  We both stood awkwardly as my hands searched my hips for familiar pockets, only to be met with the thin material of the dress. My mind blanked, wiped clean, unable to process anything that could be considered a thought.

  When I finally managed to speak, he did too, and our words jumbled together. We both paused.

  "Sorry, go ahead." Cody's hand ran through his hair once more.

  "No, no. You first."

  "Okay. I want to apologize for being rude in the shop the other day. Rough morning, and I just...I took it out on you. I'm sorry."

  He thought that was being rude? Jesus, where is this guy from?

  "I actually thought you were nice. I mean, you knew why I was there." I giggled like a little bitch. It drove me insane.

  "Well I still felt awful when you left. I was pretty harsh." His face turned pink and his hands fumbled in his pockets. "Maybe I can make it up to you?"

  "It's really not necessary." I wanted desperately to be somewhere else, and at the same time I didn't. I clutched my arms around me, trying to cover up my outfit.

  His smile faded, like I took the life out of him. It was like taking a punch to the stomach. I wanted him to smile again. To smile at me.

  "Well, what did you have in mind?"

  His mouth turned up to a grin and happiness flooded my veins.

  "What are you doing tonight?"

  "Me?" Me? Who am I right now?

  He looked around playfully at all the people ignoring our awkward encounter on the sidewalk.

  "Umm, yeah. You. What is Rebekah Balfour doing tonight?"

  I smiled and relaxed, trying to remember if I had anything planned. My body tensed up and it made me uncomfortable.

  "Sorry, just, it really was a long night. I'm not doing much at all."

  "Would you like to have dinner with me?"

  My mind went in a million different directions. Was he asking me out on a date? Had I ever even been on a real date? What would I wear? What was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to respond? I frowned.

  "It's okay, seriously. I didn't mean to blindside you. It was a long shot anyway. Beautiful billionaire and street merchant. Can't fault
a guy for trying, right?"

  "Yes." The words escaped my lips before my brain convinced me otherwise.

  His eyes sparkled and his face lit up.

  "Yes. That sounds like fun." What are you doing, Maggie?

  My answer was apparently unexpected. Cody fidgeted with his hands, sliding them down his apron, pretending to straighten it. I was regaining my composure at the expense of his awkwardness.

  "One condition, Mr. Street Merchant."

  "What's that?"

  "Can we please go somewhere low key?"

  "Afraid to be seen with the peasant boy?"

  "Oh my god, no!" I squeaked and heat rushed to my cheeks. "No, I'm sorry, that sounded so — I just want to be able to talk, without people constantly interrupting us."

  "I get it. You've never dated a celebrity before. You're worried I won't give you enough attention. I get that a lot." His sense of humor charmed my inner girl once again.

  He tilted his head up and assumed an unconvincing model pose. I laughed, almost to the point of snorting, but managed to compose myself and play along. My eyes and voice grew serious in tone, mocking him.

  "Ohh, no. I definitely haven't. You're my first."

  "Why don't we stay in and I'll cook for you? That work?"

  I stared.

  "You? Cook?"

  "What? A man can't cook? That's sexist you know? It's the 21st century."

  "This is true. That sounds wonderful, actually. Here's my number. Give me a call this afternoon."

  I handed him a card from my purse and winked before walking away. My ass swayed in the little dress and my heels clacked on the sidewalk. Suddenly, I was striding with confidence.

  When I reached the end of the block, I looked in my peripheral vision and saw Cody standing there, still holding my card and looking at my number. I blushed as I turned the corner and my hand covered my mouth while I giggled.

  I got home from work and rushed around my closet, pacing back and forth, sweating more than any woman should. "I don't know what the fuck I’m doing. I'm freaking out!"

  Grandpa sat in a chair, laughing at my predicament, seemingly enjoying how nervous I was. I could tell he was excited to see me go on my first real date.