“Relax lover, trust me.” she smiled and once again kissed the tip of his cock, leaning down to take it briefly between her lips, her tongue swirling around it, causing him to arch his back. “How… How did it go?” she asked gently, noting him as he sat at the kitchen table, a glass in one hand, whiskey, neat. XXX Actually owned her. “I-I, you, please tell me you’re Luke?” she said, her voice soft and honied but laced with a sudden sharp anxiety, her blush crimson. “I.. He leaned back after a few moments and stared at himself in the mirror, wiping a hand over it to remove the fog as the hot water cascaded down his slender body. He steeled himself and felt a familiar thrill rise in his chest, the lust for something more than the bodily delights Lucille had on offer, a lust she couldn’t sate even if he let her.
