Chapter Seven: The Royal Family
Months Earlier...
Paige landed heavily on James' lap and shook as he held her by the ass. Like the day before, he forced her open and sent her howling in climax as she quaked on him. It was an experience that her body still could not cope with, even after three children. James was the biggest man her body had ever known, and she was old enough to appreciate that to the fullest. Toes curled and head spinning, she cupped his head and held him to her bosom as he slobbered all over her breasts.
Clutching him and moaning, Paige was surprised when James pulled her into a kiss. She hesitated only until she tasted them, and then she held him by the cheeks and jammed her tongue into his mouth to drink him up. James was a cruel man, and he showed it whenever he could. For years, Kendall accused him of beating her and, though Paige never saw it, she was aware of the bruises. The day before, he had been anything but gentle with Paige herself, though she had enjoyed how rough and careless he was and associated it only with boyish enthusiasm.
Today, Paige has found James gentler. He still fucked her hard, and she wanted that to continue, but he allowed her freedom to move how she liked. Gone was the bravado of the day before, and it was replaced with an earnest desire to find mutual pleasure in each other. Experiencing that, and sharing that with him, Paige held him and sucked his tongue, drinking up his delicious saliva as she rolled her hips and flexed for him. At that moment, at least, even if everything Kendall said was true--which Paige believed it was--she still favored James over her own daughter.
Orgasm subsiding, Paige freed James' head from her grasp and held him again to her breasts. With him returning his affections to her nipples, she smiled and lifted herself on him, riding him again and building another powerful orgasm deep in her loins. His cock barrelled into her and against her cervix, adding pain to the pleasure and curling her toes again in another powerful and sudden climax.
James chewed her nipple carelessly while guiding her by the hips. This time, he didn't allow Paige time to recover and moved her on his dick, forcing her to ride him through her orgasm. Paige remained obedient, following his guidance without resistance or complaint. James was a brash lover, almost entirely without skill, but he made up for that lack of skill with an overabundance of masculine charisma and cock, and each powerful orgasm only made her like him more. "Oh God, James! Fuck! You're so good!"
Her face tightened as she rode him through her orgasm, and he felt her flex again as another orgasm followed close on its heels. Smacking her ass, James laughed. "You coming again, slut?"
Paige smiled, slowing her movements and rolling her hips rather than bouncing. Another swat on the rear brought her back to full strokes, and each deep stab of his dick sent the air from her lungs. She wheezed and whined through her orgasms, an eager slut for his eleven-and-a-half-inches. "Mm. Yes, baby. I just can't stop coming for you!"
Smiling, she carefully timed her movements to make up for his shortcomings. James was big but clumsy, and though the pain often added to the pleasure, she feared the times when it wouldn't. So far, he had given her only orgasms, but with a weapon as wide as his, she felt it best to manage how he could wield it. If for nothing else, it was important to train James how to use her so that their mutual pleasure was assured. In her mind, it would be an equal tragedy for her to come continuously without him eventually joining her.
Even as flawed as he was, James remained not only the best sex of her life, but also her very definition of masculinity. Paige had few examples of positive relationships with men in her life and coming every few thrusts with James translated to something very positive in her mind. Nothing else in her life could compare to it, at least, or compare to him and, feeling affectionate, she kissed him on the forehead to let him know.
James, unaware of her growing affection, only smacked her on the ass as he watched her bouncing on him. "That's what happens when you fuck a real man," he growled.
Enamored with him, Paige cupped him by the cheeks and pulled him into another deep kiss. Their tongues met, and she found herself drinking his saliva for the second time that day. Parting, she sat back on him, flexing and rolling her hips while staring into his dumb, empty neanderthal eyes. Paige chewed her bottom lip, enjoying James for his dim stare that was absent of anything but pleasure. His desires were simple and obvious, and each jab of his wrist-thick cock only furthered her affection for him. She was positively gushing on him.
"You're right, James! I've never been with a real man before I was with you." Holding him by the shoulders, she rode him hard, slamming herself down onto his dick and taking him painfully into her depths as another orgasm assaulted and distorted her thinking. "AH! Fuck me, James! Fuck! You're so fucking big, and you feel so fucking good!"
Grunting and squeezing her breasts roughly, James ran his hands along her body. Watching her, the wheels began to turn, and though he was simple, James still wanted control. Paige could see it in his eyes, and though he remained in awe of her supple, womanly figure, he preferred control to climaxes and was desperate to keep it. Moving his hands, he fixed them around her throat only briefly before Paige redirected him, moving his hands back down her body and setting them down beside him on the couch. Then, she dismounted his gleaming shaft without bringing him to climax, and James went feral. "The fuck are you going?"
Smiling in a practiced, placating manner, Paige kneeled between his legs. "I'm just showing you how much I love your big dick, you stud." Cupping her breasts, she hugged them around his pussy-slick shaft and leaned in close to kiss him. James, understanding immediately, took her by the hair and guided her movement. Paige, meanwhile, could smell and taste their combined essence on him and purred as she sucked him. James wanted control, so all she had to do was hold herself ready for him as he took to thrusting up through her cleavage into her open mouth.
Having been in abusive relationships in the past, Paige was better equipped to predict James' moods and knew well how to redirect him. Simple as he was, James wanted only pleasure and power. Pleasure was easy to give and even easier to share between them with a dick as fine as his. Power required thought, but for Paige was something she was willing to sacrifice for the pleasure James promised her. As a result, she was treated better by James than any other man she had ever been with, and it was all because of her willingness to cede control to him at tactical moments.
It helped her, also, that she sincerely wanted to sacrifice to him. Ultimately, her greatest fear wasn't that James would hurt her but that he might ignore her. Yesterday's blowjob and the fucking that followed had her completely convinced--she didn't want a day to pass where he didn't come either in her or on her. If his desires were animal, then hers were equally animal, and that worked for them both.
James went deep, with his balls slapping and sliding along her body. Paige gagged but did not choke. She also tasted herself on him, and was surprised to find that their combined flavor was both familiar but not unpleasant. It aroused her to taste her own pleasure on him, and it aroused her to know that he was leaking across her tongue. Their pleasure was mutual, and she was glad to let him slide his shaft smoothly through her cleavage like it was yet another pussy.
Judging from his grunts and growls, Paige figured that James liked it, too. He spoke his pleasure to her through barking pants as he called her a slut. With one of his big fists, he held her in place by the hair as he fucked up into her mouth. It made Paige feel like a slut. At her age, such degradation meant little more than a face full of cum, and with James she at least knew that the cum would be thick and accompanied by climax. To be a slut for a man like him was a good thing, she figured, and so she embraced it.
James stiffened between her breasts, and Paige moaned in response. Eager to feast on his thick seed as she had the day before, she sucked him with greater urgency. Before James, it was rare that she would swallow a man's load. Staring down his shaft, however, and watching him rise through and fall between her glistening breasts, remembering how hot and thick his seed felt inside of her the day before, she can only look forward to his coming climax. His thick, delicious loads were, to her, just another way in which James was better than other men.
With another feral growl, James cussed, and then he came. Paige purred, holding her breasts tighter around him and meeting each upward thrust with her own downward stroke. Soon, she took over completely, stroking him through his climax while James sat back, shaft stiff, semen spilling out into her mouth and across her face. Paige took it with a low, willing croon, swallowing what she could before resting him against her face and riding out his climax. Semen gathered in her hair and across her bouncing bosom, warming her breasts and leaving her sticky with seed.