Chapter 319

Proserpina She said nothing, her arms crossed over her ample bosom, breathing fast as she stared at him. With a pang, he noticed the gleaming pendant that lay in the valley of her full breasts, the locket signifying that he owned her. He had gifted it to her, had put it around her neck, a thin gold chain with a small key as the locket, diamonds glittering against her warm skin. He loved to take it in his mouth as he mated her, tugging at it with his teeth, watching her face as he mounted her, and rode her. And then, sinking his teeth into her mounds, moving to her ripe, firm teats that had been suckled by his children, all six of them.