Luther’s POV
“Kneel.” I give a short order.
She activated the beast in me, she might as well calm it down. I loosen my hold on her, giving her space to act out. As though she dreams of being dominated for this long, she obeys without a fight.
Her lips twist in a smile...
Fuck! I groan. If she knows how rough I can get, this innocent smile of hers will never lurk around those pink and fully plump lips.
I unbuckle my belt, zip down my fly, and hurriedly shrug out of my jeans. Like a depressed spring, my c**k bounces out, happy for freedom but still within the prison of my black boxers.
She gasps, taking the size of me. Her restless hand comes up to have a feel, but she stops, unsure of her next action.
“Touch me.” I moan out a command.
Desperately waiting for those words, she strokes
