I turned my head to gaze at him in suspicion. “Don’t get any ideas, you.”
“I would never force you to do anything you wouldn’t want to, dearest.”
Right.
* * * *
Sunday morning, I awoke to my cock being blown by Lucius in a spectacular fashion, and I urged him to turn around so I could do the same.
He was just wide enough in my mouth to make me work at it, and I loved that. We went up and down each other’s dicks, licking, sucking, and fingering holes until we spewed milky, sticky fluid in copious amounts.
This, of course, led to a long shower where we jacked each other off, water running down our skin as Lucius kissed me stupid. I loved the way his tongue tried to fuck my throat with every pass. This was a man who took what he wanted with no apologies, and I was up to the challenge.