Wavering Mollisher

The New President

Della must have fallen asleep at some point during her romp with Lucas since when she opened her eyes, sunlight is filtering in through the curtains. She moans softly and feels something heavy weighing her down. Her hands move to her chest, falling on a hairy arm. The memories of last night rushed back to her.  The embarrassing noises she made, the cries of Lucas's name as she came undone around him cause the blood to rush to her face.

She tries to slip out of Lucas’s hold and realizes she doesn’t have one scrap of clothing on her. She looks around for her discarded garments, but they are nowhere to be found.

“Where do you think you’re going?” a deep voice groggily asks. She is pulled back and the face of Lucas Clarke peers down at her. “I think I’m going to have you for breakfast.” Lucas strips the blanket from Della, exposing her body to him. She turns her head away from him.

“Look at me!” Lucas growls. "Don't hide your beautiful face."

Della turns her head towards him noticing a mysterious look in his eyes. “What?”

“You don’t want me?” his voice is deeper as he asks her the intimate question. “Because I plan on making you mine completely.”

Della’s face pales. “I…I…have…never. Done…that.”

Lucas can’t help but find her flustered state cute. “s*x? I’m flattered I’m to be your first.” He slides his underwear off his lower body, exposing his large male member. Della's eyes widen as she takes in Lucas's large male organ. It looked imposing and she worried how it wouldn't tear her private area apart.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make you feel good.” Lucas seems to pick on her fears. "Do you want to be with me?" he asks softly. Della purs at his sweet words, wondering if this sweet man was the same dominating one from last night.

Della relaxes at his tender look and nods her consent. Lucas pumps his length a couple of times before crawling on top of her. His lips crash on hers as he lines himself with her entrance. He removes his lips off hers, watching her reaction as he pushes into her s*x. She hisses at the unfamiliar feeling of her inner walls stretching. Lucas's lips move to her neck, leaving open-mouth kisses as he pushes past her barrier Della screams at the searing pain. Lucas sucks on the curve of her neck, hoping to ease the pain he is causing her. 

 His hands grab Della’s legs, wrapping them around his waist allowing him to thrust deeper inside of her. He starts pumping slowly inside of her, letting her get adjusted to him. Della begins to feel the pressure building inside her abdomen and the craving for Lucas to pound into her begins to consume her. "Faster" she moans. Lucas growls in affirmation as he pounds into Della. She moans as his member touches her g-spot, stimulating it as continues his thrusts.

“Gods, baby, you are so tight!” Lucas takes her lips roughly, moving her hips higher up his body for a deeper thrust. Della moans in response, overwhelmed by the amazing feeling.

“Say my name,” Lucas commands.

Della screams his name without any hesitation, her pleasure center overstimulated by his thrusts on her c**t and his member brushing her g-spot. With one final thrust, she comes undone, her walls clenching him tightly.

“Oh, gods!” Lucas moans. “This feels amazing!”

Della feels him quiver inside of her, as expletives escape his lips. Once he comes down from his high, he collapses his body on top of hers.

“Gods, you are the most gorgeous woman I have been with and you’re finally mine.” He growls in satisfaction. Della initiates the next kiss, her lips finding his. She wraps her arms around him, hardly knowing where her need for Lucas comes from. He indulges her request, wrapping his arms around her back, his hands running over her bare skin. The two hardly notice the door open.

 Della opens her eyes after a couple of minutes to see a woman with brown hair smirking. Screaming, she pushes Lucas off her and covers her chest with a blanket.

Lucas reacts quickly, wrapping his arms around Della and pulling her behind his back to protect her modesty.

“What is it?” he yells at the woman. "Haven't you done enough to me for a lifetime?"

“Why Lucas, you don’t recognize me? It’s been a while.” A soft female voice laughs.

“ I know it's you, Ruth.” Lucas’s eyes darken. 

Ruth beams as he turns his attention to her. “I see you have you a lady of the evening over. Run along, dear. I must discuss business with your client.”

Della scoffs at her blatant disregard of her. Perhaps this was Della’s karma for how she treated anyone beneath her during her well-to-do society days. She hides her face in Lucas’s shoulder to block her rising anger.

“Really, Lucas, since when do you protect an evening lady’s modesty? They are paid to lose their clothes, darling.” A dry chuckle comes out of Ruth's lips.

Lucas sarcastically chuckles. “Kindly stop calling my girl a mollinger.”

Ruth’s eyes widen. “Your girl? You two...”

“Yes, now what do I owe the displeasure?” Lucas says coldly.

“I see. Well then, I’ll get down to business. The Upper-Class Committee of Merryville has appointed me as their president. I’m here to introduce myself to your people and discuss city relations. I honestly can’t imagine how you want to live here among these people, Lucas. Let alone provide housing for them! I suppose it's noble, but there is a strong rumor that you or your “followers” are kidnapping rich town residents. Due to the tragic death of Catherine Delacroix-one of our esteemed members I might add, I’m here to warn you of an impending shutdown of the Merryville Outskirts."

Lucas sets his mouth in a straight line. “Go ahead and try, Ruth. You’ll fail, just like you failed to get me down the aisle.”

Ruth’s eyes flash in anger. She swivels her attention to Della. “Take some advice dear, you are only one of many of a parade of women he entertains in his bed. Have some self-respect and leave.” She turns on her heel and storms out the door.

Sam, Lucas's right hand, breaks in. “Sir!” Her face whitens at the naked woman in full view.

Lucas growls. “Sam, get your eyes off my woman before I gouge them! I’m not to be disturbed for the rest of the day!”

“Yes, sir!” Sam stutters as she slams the door.

He turns to Della. “You here.” He slaps his legs. Della hesitantly moves to sit on his lap. As soon as she wraps her thighs on either side of him, his lips are on her breasts. 

“Lucas, I really don’t want to do this.” She stammers. “My mother.” She feels conflicting emotions rise in her head.

Lucas takes a second to answer, wondering if he should quiet her with his lips. Finally, he pulls his lips back from hers. He can’t do that to Della, she is special. I’m not very good at cheering people’s grief. Apologies.”

Tears begin to form in Della’s eyes. “Can I.. Uhm…did you really….you had nothing to do with hurting my mother?”

Lucas feels his heart stir at Della’s tears. He reaches a hand to run through her hair. “No, I didn’t. I’ll promise you one thing: I will find the person who killed your mother. I will make them pay.”

“Ohh.” Confusion is running rampant through Della’s mind. She wants to hate Lucas for everything he has done, but something inside of her says to trust him “I need to go.”

Lucas shakes his head and tightens his hold on Della’s hips. “the only place you're staying today is in my room.”

More tears begin to fall down Della’s cheeks. She assumes this was Lucas’s weird way of making sure she is alright. “I…why? What is the point of this?” she motions to their bodies. 

“Because I want you in every possible way. I have come to care about you and your well-being and I won't leave you like this.” Lucas kisses her forehead. “Don’t listen to Ruth, baby. She is a manipulative woman who thrives on others' misery.”

“So, she is lying about my mother?” Della hopefully asks. She never thought she would hear about her parents passing from a perfect stranger.

“Ruth manipulates people’s feelings, but she wouldn’t lie about something like that. I am sorry for the part I played in this.” Lucas runs his hand on her back."I'm so sorry about your mother's death. I had no idea that she passed."

“Okay, I just want to see my friend,” Della simply states

“Caroline?” Lucas asks. "What if I brought her here?” 

“Do I have a choice?” Della loudly sighs.

“Not really.” Lucas teases. “But I get the feeling you want to be at my mercy.” He gently kisses her lips, a departure from his usual aggressive kisses. If Della didn’t know any better, he was telling the truth about his feelings regarding her.

Lucas wasn’t wrong. In the short week that she had engaged in her s****l activities, she discovered she enjoyed being dominated completely. Something was arousing about being at Lucas’s whims. For now, all she wanted was to see her mother one last time.

“I’ll send for her.” Lucas offers. He walks to the door and says a couple of words to someone there before turning around and returning to Della.