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“Yes… and…”
The smile he delivered should’ve warned her. “I’d love to wake up every morning to you sucking my cock. Some mornings it might be just to get me hot and ready for our first early morning fuck. Other days I’d face-fuck you and force you to swallow every single drop of my cum as I press deep down your throat.
“And on weekends, when we have more time, you could spend an hour worshipping my cock with your tongue, your mouth, your hands, driving me to the edge before I rolled you over and made long, sweet love to you. Basically, I’d love to have you giving me head as my alarm clock every morning. I can’t think of a better possible way to start my day.”
“Seriously…?”
“You asked.”
“You couldn’t think of anything better?” she asked incredulously.
“Hey, we have a no lie zone so I told the truth.”
“So, is that what you expect?”
“Truthfully?”
“Of course, truthfully, considering the afore mentioned no-lie zone.”
“Expect? No. Want? Sure.”
“I see.”
It was easy to see Lukus had had enough talking. While Tiff was still distracted trying to process his answer, Lukus managed to roll her over onto her tummy, effortlessly lifting her so she was kneeling in the middle of the bed. Lukus took his place directly behind her, pressing his body hard against her naked back. He had full access to her in this position, and he wasted no time in grabbing her right breast in his right hand, squeezing tightly and dragging a moan from his captive. His left hand trekked lower to cup her mound, placing the heel of his hand hard against her clit, as he grinded hard enough to bring her quickly to the edge.
Tiff was just able to reach her arms behind her back, snaking her hands between their bodies to successfully grasp Lukus’s growing cock. Hot desire overcame Tiffany as she found her upper body pushed to the bed, leaving her ass high in the air. Lukus used his leg to spread her knees wider apart. She briefly acknowledged to herself she must have made quite a sight for Lukus from behind. He used the tip of his cock to make several swipes up and down her drenched slit, making sure she was ready for him.
Tiffany was holding her breath, knowing his hopefully forceful insertion was only seconds away. When Lukus finally took her, it was in a hard, decisive manner that left no doubt that he was claiming her body as his own. He pulled out slowly, only to crush forward again and again several times, before he unexpectedly stopped, pulling out of Tiff completely.
“Holy fuck. You have me so distracted I forgot to put on a condom. I’m so sorry, baby.”
Tiff was hanging by a thread and the abrupt delay of game was unwelcome. She reassured him breathlessly, desperate for him to be back inside her. “It’s okay, Lukus. I’m protected. You don’t need to use a condom. I won’t get pregnant.”
She couldn’t see his expression from her facedown position, but she felt him moving to the edge of the bed to lean over to the nightstand and grab a foil-wrapped packet. Only then did she realize how much she didn’t want him to use a condom. She wanted—no—sheneededto feel him inside of her. All of him. To feel him shoot his cum deep inside, only to have it drip out in their post-coital snuggling.
“Lukus, please. I promise. You don’t need to use a condom, honey.”
She heard the reluctance in his voice. “Baby, I can’t wait to get rid of them, too. But I haven’t been tested in a month and I won’t put you at risk. I need to make sure I won’t be putting you in danger when I stop using them.”
An unwelcome and intense wave of jealously washed over Tiffany at the realization that he needed to be tested because he’d been with so many other partners, he could put her in danger. The truth was a virtual smack across her face, acting as a cold bucket of water. She managed to roll to her side, curling up into a fetal position.
I wonder how many women he’s slept with in his life? I can count the number of men I’ve been with on one hand. Who am I kidding? He’s probably with that many women in a week. Hell, down on the stage, he could have that many in one night.
“Alright Tiff. That’s enough. No sulking.”
“I’m not sulking. I’m just tired. I think we should go back to sleep.”
In the blink of an eye, Lukus had her flat on her back, trapping her as he straddled her at the waist. He quickly wrestled her arms high and wide, pinning her to the bed as he hovered over her. Tiffany felt his hard tool pressing between their bodies, but it was the hard glint in his eyes that kept her attention. She could feel his dominating gaze seeping through every inch of her body, leaving a warm glow in its wake.
“You’re a terrible liar, baby and so you’d better be warned. I know I promised to go slow, but this exquisite ass of yours is about to find out how serious I am about punishing you for lying. So, tell me—now—what’s going through that beautiful head of yours?”
Tiff knew she should be happy for a last reprieve, but there was a small part of her that was aware of why she was so on edge. She knew it was only a matter of time before Lukus took things to the next level, and there was a part of her that wondered if it might just be easier to get it over with, to feel the sting of his hand on her ass and find out once and for all how the intense feelings of desire she felt when reading about or watching another woman’s submissive punishment translated to her real world. Before meeting Lukus, it had been a casual curiosity. Now she knew her reaction to—and tolerance for—punishments would make or break their budding relationship.
Unwilling to risk finding an answer she might have regretted, she submitted truthfully. “You know why I’m upset, Lukus. I know I have no right whatsoever to feel this way, but I find myself wanting to scratch the eyes out of every woman you’ve been with before tonight. I’m not naive and it’s completely unreasonable, but it’s how I feel.” Now that he had her talking, she was on a roll. Her voice was escalating. “Worse yet, I know it’s not even possible to track them all down because I somehow suspect the number is at minimum in double-digits—hell, it may be triple-digits over your lifetime—and that alone totally freaks me out.”
His smug grin was irritating. “Thank you.”
“For what? Being an irrational green-eyed twit?”
