Page 98 of Sinful Lord

“Then you win.”

Melina lips curl in confusion.

“What do I win?”

“One free lesson from the master. Your master. How does that—"

Before I can finish, Melina takes a deep breath and grabs my cock.

A deep rumble rises from my chest.

“Yes,” Is all I can manage to moan.

“A lesson from the master, huh?” she says, her grip light around my throbbing shaft. “What an honor.”

“Is that sarcasm?” I ask.

My eyelids drop, heavy with desire. An intense pressure flashes through my body, rushing up from Melina’s tiny fingers.

“Maybe.”

“Well, then maybe I won’t give you a lesson,” I huff, chest lifting as it fills with a primal lust. “Maybe I’ll just take your virginity instead.”

Melina gulps.

“And if I say no?”

“Then I’ll keep working until you say yes.”

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Melina

It’s like trying to hold onto a tree trunk.

A thick, throbbing, fleshy trunk that rises out of the hottest body ever carved from this earth.

Tytus’ tattoos seem to curl beneath the steam. They slither down his hard body, past his hulking chest and chiseled abs, across his defined hip bones and powerful thighs. Only one place on his body seems to remain unmarked.

His cock.

Finally, I allow myself to look.

“Oh my…” I stop myself before I can invoke god’s name again.

Tytus was right. There is no god here. Only him.

And right now, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“How does it feel, angel?” he groans. Each breath he takes is like a revving engine. Really, I should be terrified. Tytus is a beast, and I’m not entirely convinced he can control himself.

Strangely, though, I’m not scared.

I’m too turned on for that.

“It… It feels… right,” I admit, my jaw dropping at the sight of what’s between his legs.

A girthy shaft covered in throbbing veins, topped by a thick swollen head. Each line on his cock looks like it’s ready to burst. He’s stretched to his limit.