Cathy

I see the play of emotions on his face…and, really, it should not be possible to differentiate the lust that leaks from his every pore with the flicker of something very much like confusion that I am sure I glimpsed there for a second. No, surely, I am mistaken.

This is Rocky, the fiercest leader in the city, the man who killed his own father to become the General. The very hungry male who licks his tongue from the bottom of my pussy all the way to my clit at the top.

No, no, no.

I must have said it aloud, for a low purr flows over me. This sound is tenacious, insistent, like the vocal equivalent of a battering ram, seducing me, asking to be let in. And that confuses me. I am at his mercy. He is the leader, I am the dominion, in his suite, on his bed, and his tongue is writhing inside me, and yet a part of him tries to soothe me.

I almost wish he didn’t.

I wish that he’d take me and be do