“Who told you to get up?” Michael commanded. There was a fire in his eyes that matched the burning within her ass and an authority in his words that she had never heard before.
“I’m ready to hit the bed sheets,” Loretta protested.
It was then Michael’s countenance softened.
“Do you love me?”
“Yes,” Loretta babbled. “You are my true love, but I’m really sore. Owwwww!”
Again, he repeated the question.
“Do you love me?”
Loretta nodded.
Michael smiled a wicked smile like nothing she had ever seen before. He was a man possessed.
“Then get back down on that table and let me have my way with you.”
Loretta trembled, but she was too turned on to disobey. Reluctantly. She turned and resumed her position as before, though she wanted very badly to throw her hands behind her and rub her swoll
