"Shut up."He commands me."Come here and kiss me."

I grin."You sure are bossy, but I'll be damned if I don't like it!"

He stretches his arms above his head, and my hands follow.My body slides down to rest against him, and I hover my lips above his.He lifts his head to kiss me, but I withhold it.He growls, and I grin down at him.

"One last thing, Sugar Bare...I do love you."

My mouth seals his, and for a moment, all is calm, then he is moving with lightning speed.

His fingers release mine and seize my hair.

His mouth devours mine, and his tongue fills me.

His body flexes and pushes me off as he rolls us over and lands on top.

His thrust pins me down.

His passion consumes me and explodes the fire within.

My hands grip his ass and ask him to pound me, pushing and kneading him.

He responds with an arching thrust, keeping his mouth locked onto mine.

He leans on his forearms as his tongue fills my mind and his golden rod fills my body.

Quickly we climb to climax, the now spoken words echoing in my mind with each glorious thrust.

When he arches his back, and he gives himself to me, depositing his semen inside, his fingers find my throat, and he presses gently under the necklace.

The soft thumping of my heartbeat fills me with unequivocal love.

I whimper as he growls, and we come together.

One.

He collapses onto me but doesn't roll off and doesn't stop kissing me.

His tongue shifts from thrusting to exploring, and I shift from sucking to dancing.

His kiss is sweet and tender now.

His hand in my hair massages, and his hand at my throat caresses.

His breath blew hard and fast on my cheek, but now it is slow and steady.

He goes from hard to soft and from moving to quiet.

But only a few minutes pass before his tongue starts to thrust again.

His kiss becomes harsher.

His hands grip both hair and throat.

His breath quickens.

He hardens and pounds me, making me moan.

Like a whore.