Chapter 173: Chapter 173

Chapter 173

~Ready to sign the divorce paper~

“Oh …ah…oh…yeah…”

The sonorous moan whistled across the room. Lucy’s face lit up with sweat as she shut her eyes and opened her cute mouth; grabbed Mr. Fanny on the shoulder widened her legs for him to have enough room to pound harder into her vagina and vibrated hugely under him. When she opened her eyes she saw his eyes staring stilly at her face while he pounded and he was left to ponder if he was glad to have her for the first time or not.

But of a truth Mr. Fanny was not only excited also he was thinking:

Now I am ready to take the best decision of my life; he thought.

He grabbed her breast and stroked it delicately and squeezed her nipples;

Oh…ah, oops…” she moaned.

I am going to propose to you; I must make you mine; he thought.

He stooped his neck to her face kissed her engagingly and at length before drifting to her ears to wet them so well that he could feel her body convulsing under him. All she did was open her mouth in silence.

I am going to call it a quit with my wife; he thought

She yanked her legs wide enough that her legs almost over crossed the edges of the bed; she really had to do that because he was twisting his waist powerfully and pushing his penis heavily and ruggedly into her vagina.

Yes, I will. Wherever you are, bring on the divorce papers now . I am ready to sign them; he thought.

With his hand, he held her head and stoked her well sheen hair. And with the other hand, he kept her nipples busy while he pounded his penis into her vagina, leaving the room very much noisy with the clap-clap sound. Lucy was feeling much sweet-pain now as his penis itched her vagina walls despite being wet enough to ease penetration. She scowled, grinned, freed her hands from his shoulders, grabbed the bedspread and felt her waist leaving her body as he pounded more powerfully than her mad clients in her days of prostitution on the street.

I love you, Lucy. You came into my lie and gave it meaning. I wish I could impregnate you right now and have a child of your womb; he thought.

His orgasm neared as his breathing became uneasy; his body convulsed hastily and seized; his waist dug and pressed between her thighs and his hands held her hair firmly as he emptied his penis into her.

Wishing she could hold back her moan, she smacked her lips and screamed, “Oh my goose…oh… shit!” gradually she let go of the bedspread, and placed her hands on his sweating shoulders that seemed as though water poured on it.

“Hmmm,” he finally let out his first and only moan, his face fell to her neck as he burnt her with his warm breath and could hear her irregularly breathing.

They lay, holding each other quietly as their whistling breath made the loudest noise. Holding his sweating face and casting an interrogatory look into his red eyes, she need not be told he was clouded with heavy thought while he made love to her. All her life as a whore no man had pounded her the way he just did; something that started off good and engaging ended up painful and itchy.

“What is disturbing tour mind, sweeter-candy” she asked in whispers, wishing she could tell him to leave his penis in her vagina and pound even more but for the itches that possessed her inner vulva now.

Mr. Fanny snorted for an answer and later let a smile.

“You don’t want to share with me what is disturbing you? She asked and grabbed his waist with her sexy straight legs when he wanted to withdraw his penis from her vagina. “Stay put and talk to me, my jewel,” she said, stroked his eye brow and then his hair.

“It is nothing my dear,” he groaned, planted a kiss on her lips, “You look even more beautiful while making love. I can say of a truth you taste sweeter and better than any virgin I can think of, and you don’t even taste like you have been a whore almost all your life. Still tight down there.”

“Was that what you were thinking about?” she queried humorously

And Mr. Fanny chuckled and kissed her brow. “Come on angel’s poop. You don’t need to worry about me. I am fine, just know that I fine.”

She was rubbing his back and shoulder now and she felt a deep scar that struck her.

“What happened to you there?” she questioned and stroked it even harder, “This is deep,” she said, and stared into his face.

“It is nothing…”

She cut in, “Don’t even lie to me. Who has been bullying you?” that scar look fresh and deep. “She stroked it harder and he grinned and shook in pain. “You are really hurt. Who did that to you?” she asked.

He sighed and held her face. Promise me you are not going to confront him about it. Are you promising me that?” he asked.

And she dragged her brow, “I promise.”

He hesitated and felt like not telling her anything but when he saw the million questions that paced through her face he was forced to say it.

“Your brother, Pedro has been setting me up with prison thugs and these past weeks have seen my pain and blood. Because I wouldn’t accept to push his drugs in prison he makes life unbearable for me by unleashing prison thugs on me. That scar is from the stab of one of the thugs a few nights ago,” he flinched in pain, “Oh cush, don’t touch, it hurts,” he complained.

She breathed hard, “I don’t want to get logger head with that fool.” She stretched to her hand bag fumbled into it and pulled out a bundle of dollars. “Take this cash. Next time he brings the drugs, collect it and keep it for me. Once I come you hand it over to me and I will push it for you out here on the street. Keep that cash. Should sales delay on the street, you can give him the money just to make him believe you really pushing it…”

Trouble ahead…