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“What’s taking you so long? If you don't know what to wear, might I suggest?”
“Me naked?” I cut in, a wicked smile flickering the sides of my lips.
“Don’t be cheeky. It’s truly the best idea. There is nothing on this God-given earth that can do you justice.”
“Hmmm . . . my bare ass might shock your mom into forgetting when we first met?” I chuckle, wishing it were a tad lighter, airy. “If Princess Mary faints each time she sees me, this might be a bad idea.”
“Again, first impressions mean nothing to me. Mum’s opinion won't stop me from l—”
“Victor,” I gasp and turn around. The makings of theL wordhad crossed those sexy lips of his.
He steps away, sorting through the dresses, and my heart sinks. Why did I react? Did he almost say he loved me? “Dear God, please turn back time,” I silently pray with an amen to seal and send it to heaven. I give a weak smile as Victor hands me a dress.
“This one brings out the warm brown flecks in your eyes.”
God, I need this man to be real with me. “Vic—”
“Hmmm. You keep singing out my name.” He smacks my ass. “I'm going to insist that you kneel before your owner.”
“Oh, special attention?” I lick my lips. “As you request.” I wave toward the chaise near the door, wanting the pending engagement with his family to occur next year possibly.
He lets the towel fall to the floor, eyes on me, and my eyes on his manhood. Victor takes a seat. His erection pops up, calling toward me. Now, I gulp back the saliva in my mouth as memory serves me that the taste of his cum always makes me perform my best. Maybe if I suck his dick just the way he likes, I can hear those words.
My heart feels warm and heavy in a good way. My tummy flutters as if I've never knelt before Victor before.
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Victor
Ifucking lose it.
No bloody control.
With other women, I would always have to make a command—demand more attention here, order a few more strokes there.
My hands clench a fist full of her hair, and she moans at the dominant tugging, tonsils vibrating.
Miraculous.
My back seeks out the wall as my fingers curl stiffly beneath the edges of the chaise. Fuck me. I feel like a fucking feather. Everywhere but my cock.
That motherfucker weighs a ton.
Again, my mouth forms that indecent admission.
The lie.
The profession of love.
Sure, at this very moment, I love every bit of Luxury’s wet warm mouth. Slowly but surely, she will transform into what she is to become. But I don't love her.Maybe... My mind plays tricks on me.
I command Luxury to give my balls attention, just to add a level of separation—something that parallels her to theothers.
Lux greedily takes one hand and massages my balls, quickly removing her mouth from my manhood, and twirls her tongue around my sac.
“Fuck, Little One, I'm going to—”
An erotic mouth swoops over my cock, drinking the life force that comes rushing out. After quenching her thirst, Luxury rests against my legs. I pat her head, and she murmurs a silky contentment.
