Rhythmically, she sucked, and rhythmically, he licked. Christ in heaven! There'd never been anything like this before in his life! He'd lose his Goddamned mind if he didn't cum soon. His balls were about to explode already! Damn, he was no match for her… could never satisfy her; he was certain of it. She was going to suck him right to climax if he didn't stop her! But maybe… maybe, if he fucked her… He didn't want to be shamed… not satisfy her…
"Wh-Where are you going?" she whimpered as he climbed off of her, the expression on her passion-twisted face letting him know the extent of her ecstasy.
He crawled up over her between her legs, spreading her thighs with his knees, and she drew them up and back, a smile lighting her face. "I'm going to fuck you," he said, endeavoring to sound as positive as he could. "We've played around long enough… now, we make love."
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mmmmmm, darling… I love you… I love you…"
"Put it in," he ordered, kissing her on the nose, and then he felt her small hand take his wet, throbbing prick and place it at the mouth of her flowered, receptive vagina.
"Oh… Oh God, lover do it hard!" she gasped, her lovely face assuming a drawn, almost pained expression. "Please, do it hard… hard and brutal… It's the only way I know…"
Antoine gaped down at her, his breathing once more hitching in his throat. He would fail her; he knew it… just as he'd always failed Madeleine… or any other woman he'd ever been with…
"Please, lover… give it to me! Don't make me wait! Fuck me, darling! Fill me with your wonderful cock…!"
He rammed with every ounce of strength he could muster and she squealed like a speared animal.
"Eeeeaaauuuugggghhhhh! Oooohhhhhggggg! Oooohhhhh… yes… yes… like that… don't stop, lover… don't ever stop!"
He was pleasurably surprised at the amazing tightness of her moist, velvety passage walls encasing his sensitive rock-hard cock with a skilled muscle control that he had never experienced, but he knew that he couldn't keep it up without reaching his own orgasm in minutes, and already he was sensing his shame.
"Oohhhh… Ooooohhhhh, harder, harder, darling!" she groaned pleadingly.
He thrust wildly, sending his long, aching cock up into her warm, tight cunt with hellish force, driving and pounding, the flow of her lubricating fluids easing the way with each plunge, until finally the lust-bloated head of his heavy shaft struck bottom and his balls slapped hard against the smooth, rounded cheeks of her flexing ass.
She wailed sharply and twisted in a moment of torment in under him to his delight, as the turgid head of his prick battered the depths of her secret parts, but her cry of pain only served to incite his lust more and he rammed harder, grinding his pelvis tighter into her loins and flexing the head to raise a further groan of agony, even as he realized that he was damned near ready to shoot into her.
"Darling… darling… you love me, don't you?" she wailed up at him suddenly. "Tell me you love me, my lover…?"
He might have told her; he might have told her anything at that moment for he was ready to squirt his load of sperm deep into her belly… but it was at that untimely second that the door burst open and Uncle Gaston with three others stormed brusquely into the bedroom.
Antoine froze on the upstroke, his eyes fixed on the squat little man, and almost simultaneously, did he feel the life drained from his prick, his orgasm choking in his balls like a lump of hot lead.
"Jesus Christ!" he swore.
"A little party, I'd surmise," the ugly, obese czar said with broad gold-toothed grin.
Ginny screamed and Antoine fell out of her, rolled onto his side and stared up at the intruders. Again, she screamed and tried to throw her arms around Antoine's neck for protection, but he fought her away. He swung to the other side of the bed and sat on the edge, his neck craned to gape at his grinning uncle.
"Damn… damnit, Uncle Gaston… I-I can explain…"
"I'm sure you can, boy… but not to my satisfaction," said Larreau, never unsmiling.
"Antoine! Antoine! My God, don't desert me!" Ginny begged, her fear causing her voice to break. "Darling, please…?"
"Christ, Uncle… I'm human!" Antoine blurted, ignoring her. "You know what it is! Who knows better than you… a woman tries to seduce you… you take it as long as you can…!"
Larreau's smile seemed permanent. The three hoods behind him were impassive of expression. "Of course, boy," the czar said. "One of the most cursed weaknesses of mankind… women. Too bad, too. You have such a nice little wife. Well… that's the way of things, I suppose."
"Look, Uncle Gaston… I'll make it up to you. I swear I will," Antoine heard himself plead. "If it hadn't been me, it would've been someone else…"
"Antoine!" Ginny cried.
"Shut up, bitch! It's true. It wasn't me as an individual you wanted. It was just a way of getting even… or whatever with Uncle Gaston…"
"Both of you, shut your lying mouths!" the little man snapped.
"Oh, my God!" Ginny groaned pathetically, burying her face in the pillow to weep.
Gaston Larreau moved over in front of his nephew. He said: "You've failed me… failed me miserably, as a matter of fact and after all I've done for you."
"Uncle, listen, I'll make…"
"Shut up! Shut up before I lose all sense of reason," the little man spat, his face grimaced in a terrible expression of rage. "I-I could kill you for this, Antoine. It's done everyday."
"I know… I know," Antoine agreed, his head hung forward between his legs.
"I thought of you… treated you as my own flesh and blood," Larreau reminded him emphatically.
"Oh God… God… God… I know, Uncle. I know…" Antoine said, pounding his naked knees with clenched fists.
"There's nothing I wouldn't have done for you, boy… but you've betrayed me… and in our circle there's just one answer to the double-cross… punishment. Ordinarily, you'd have to die for this; it's the code of the syndicate… but I think maybe it's possible to save your ass and satisfy the score another way. Not much of a choice, perhaps, but better than dying."
Antoine looked up hopefully, while Ginny Novak shuddered in her tears behind him. She couldn't believe it. He had completely deserted her… just as every man she'd ever known. The three hoods behind Larreau were staring at her lasciviously. Dear God, she could only hope and pray that what she was thinking wouldn't come true. "I'll accept whatever's coming to me, Uncle," Antoine managed, endeavoring to raise his head.
"It's the unwritten law, boy… and we don't go against it." Larreau said. He moved in closer and placed his hand symbolically on Antoine's head. "Galaxy is finished. Trouble in Ontario. You're its President… There'll be a little time… and you'll have to serve it. Time is never easy… but it's better than dying, eh? But you make your own decision, boy."
Antoine continued to stare up at him. "I'll… I'll do whatever you say, Uncle Gaston."
The squat man walked away from him. He circled the bed to where he could look into the face of Ginny Novak whose tear-stained and contorted features were hardly her own. He grinned down at her. He said: "You've always been a naughty girl, ma chere, and a damned poor secretary at best." He chuckled. "But maybe the boys can inspire some fire in you, eh? Give you that feeling of fulfillment you've always been looking for."
"Oh Christ, Gaston, no! Don't! Please don't!" she begged. "Look… I lost my head… I'll make it up to you. I'll do anything you say…"
He turned his back to her and walked away in disgust, back to Antoine. Still smiling regally, he said: "Come on, kid, get dressed. You can drive me back to Montreal while I explain what you have to look forward to… and how to cope with it."