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Number One brought a hand to my shoulder. Slowly it slid across my back. He found the fastener on my dress and pulled it down.
The black sheath I'd been wearing fell to the ground. I wore no underwear.
Number One's breath caught in his throat, even as he kissed me. His massive hand swept to my side and slowly crept up it.
Then he cupped one of my mounds. His hand was nearly as big as my breast, so big was he, so small was I.
"You're hot, Tulip," he said.
"It's warm in here," I said.
He chuckled.
His other free hand went down to my ass. His touch of velveteen meandered over my swells, tested my crack, brushed up against my anus.
And still we kissed. I opened my mouth, and his massive tongue came sliding inside. It filled me completely.
I sucked on his tongue the way I'd sucked on the Marquis's cock. I slid my mouth backward and forward over it.
My hand went up and over his head. His hair was cut exceptionally short. It felt like a soft, frizzy fuzz.
When he pulled me in, so that my breasts fell against his massive muscular chest, I realized I could smell him.
His deep masculine smell was like an aphrodisiac. It drove me wild. My hand was still on his cock, and the pace of my stroking increased.
"Easy, there, Tulip," he said. "Let's not waste all our energy on the appetizers."
Oh, God, his voice. It was so deep now.
Suddenly, Number One grabbed my hair. He yanked my head back. It caught me by surprise at first. It scared me.
But then I let go of the fear. Trust. It was all about trust. I trusted Number One. He knew what he was doing. I was sure of it.
He yanked back on my hair even more now. I was forced to stare up at him.
"Who am I?" He said.
"You're Number One," I said.
"No," he barked, "wrong answer!"
Number One pulled even farther back on my hair. It hurt.
Trust. I had to trust him.
"What are you doing man?" Said Dragon, surprised by this turn of events.
Number One glanced at him.
"Don't fuck with me, Dragon," he growled.
"It's okay," I said, my eyes briefly darting toward Dragon.
"Fucking right it's okay. I know how to handle my woman. Especially goddam virgins," Number One said. "Now, who am I, you fucking bitch?"
My mind raced for the answer he wanted. He pulled my head back farther, my neck actually began to hurt.
"Who the fuck am I?" Suddenly Number One screamed.
