K. Golland: Attainment

“No. It says full of shit,” I answer, closing the subject when really it had said ‘the people’s ruler’. I’ll be damned if I’m going to tell him that, he loves and worships himself enough as it is.

“What did it say? I wanna know.”

“Look it up yourself. Hey, while I’ve got you, Alexis wanted to know if you and Carly could come round for dinner tonight.”

“I’ll check with the Mrs and get back to you. It should be fine though. Hey, you cookin’?”

I smile at his reference to Carly as his ‘Mrs’. Derek has never been the settling down type. For some reason though, Carly has managed to whip his playboy ways into submission.

“Yeah, I’m cookin’. Ain’t I always?”

“I want that pasta stuff you made a while back.”

I know which ‘pasta stuff’ he is referring to because he helped himself to about four servings. “No can do. It has ricotta in it. Alexis can’t eat that. It could be harmful to the baby.”

“Ah, shit!” he groans.

“I’ll do a lasagna. That alright?”

“Done.”

“Good. Talk to Carly and let me know. Dinner is at 6 p.m.”

“Will do, Mate.”

We disconnect the call, and I return my attention back to the names in front of me. So far I’ve jotted down Boyd and Billy. I lean back in my chair and run my hands through my hair, feeling frustrated. How can you name your son when you haven’t seen him yet? What if he doesn’t look like a Billy or a Boyd?

I decide to give up my search for the time being and discuss it with Alexis later...in bed...where I hold all the power.

Locking my fingers together behind my head, I smile satisfactorily to myself, now visualising her on the cusp of climax, her orgasm teetering on the very edge ready to wash over her in sensational waves. The mental picture I now have affords me a sense of total domination, not to mention a stiff dick. Because it’s in those moments when she is lying underneath me that she will do and say anything I ask. It’s in those moments where I hold the supremacy. Those moments are my favourite form of control.

“Mmmm, that smells delicious,” Alexis moans from behind as she wraps her arms around my waist.

Just the sound of her moan—whether or not it holds a sexual undertone—stirs my dick within my pants. How she manages to do this to me so often has me perplexed...but not in a bad way.

“Here, have a taste.” I turn to face her and hold up a spoon containing some of my bolognese sauce for her to try.

Watching as she gently blows the spoon through her sweet plump lips, my dick now decides that he too, wants in on some of her blowing action.

She takes the spoon into her mouth, her lips pressing together around the stainless steel implement, and I can’t help but watch like it’s the most intriguing sight to be seen by anyone, anytime. Suddenly, the lids of her eyes spring apart, and her intently focussed and astonished stare finds mine. Appreciation radiates from her face as I drag the spoon back out of her mouth, deliberately wiping some of the remnants across her lips and chin as I remove it. She raises her hand to wipe my apparent clumsy smear when I gently grab it mid-raise. Our eyes lock, ignite, and burn each other with intense passion, love, yearning, and lust.

Slowly shaking my head at her and indicating that she not wipe her face, I bring her hand to my lips, pressing a soft kiss on her wrist. She smells like flowers and musk, and her skin delicately caresses my face as I drag my cheek and lips across it.

As I softly place each kiss up the inside of her arm—gradually making my way to my destination—her breathing becomes rapid, her chest rising and falling in short bursts. I can’t help but notice her eyelids flutter with each press of my lips, together with the subtle shade of pink forming across both of her cheeks.

Smiling the fulfilment of a man who knows how to satisfy his woman, I let go of her hand as my mouth reaches her neck, nibbling and sucking her most sensitive spots.

“You are so good at that,” she praises me as she sucks in a ragged breath.

“Hunny, I’m fucking good at a lot of things,” I mumble into her skin.

Threading her hands into my hair, she grips it tightly. “Don’t I know it.”

Alexis tugs my head mildly, yet with enough assertiveness to send a searing jolt of wicked excitement right through me and down to my twitching cock. A cock which is aware of its pending duty to stiffen and take form, rubbing the satin of my boxer shorts and hardening against my denim jeans. The newly confined space in my pants gives me the increasing urge to unleash my erection and slide it into her warm wet pussy.

I know she’s wet; it never takes me long to have her drenched with arousal. Fuck!

“Alexis,” I growl, as I push my hips against her and raise my lips to the corner of her mouth. With a quick glide of my tongue, I remove the sauce I deliberately planted there. She doesn’t allow me long to linger at that spot, seizing my mouth with her own in an aggressive yet passionate attack. We taste each other, suck each other, lick each other, and moan one another’s name.

Alexis reaches between us and undoes my fly, the sound of the zipper’s release assisting my already hardened state. She yanks down my jeans and boxer shorts in one swift move, allowing my cock to spring free with relief, only to be surrounded once again, yet this time by warm and possessive hands. Frenzied and visibly hankering, she grips my shaft and then slowly glides both hands up it as though she is praying to God for the privilege. Little does she know the privilege is all mine.

“Hunny, I fucking love it when you stroke me like that,” I groan into her mouth before licking her bottom lip teasingly.

She runs her tongue over the spot I have just tasted and pulls away slightly. “What else do you fucking love me doing to your cock?” she asks, wicked intentions blaring from her.

Alexis is my angel, the most pure light in my life. Yet when I stir the sexual desire within her, the sinful, carnal, and unashamed amatory devil emerges. I have the best of both worlds and I fucking love it.

“Well?” she asks, her voice saturated in innocence.

The sensation her hands are applying to my cock renders me speechless momentarily, as if she has cast a spell of lip paralysing pleasure. I try to respond, but then she sticks her pointer finger in my mouth and caresses my tongue before taking it back out again. I watch eagerly as she reaches back down between us and swirls the now moist digit over the top of my crown. Jesus fucking Christ! “Tell me, Bryce. Do you like it when I make it wet? Kiss it? Lick it? And suck it?” she asks, the intent behind her eyes uncamouflaged by her innocent grin.

“Yes,” I hiss, leaning back against the counter.

Alexis goes to kneel in front of me, and as much as I find it incredibly sexy seeing her on her knees, I can’t find it within myself to let her kneel on the floor in her current condition.

I gently stop her by placing my hands on her shoulders. “Wait!”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t have you kneeling on the floor, my love,” I inform her, as I sweep a loose tendril of hair away from her face.

Hoisting myself up on the bench top, I provide a more comfortable height and position for her to take me in her mouth. “Better?”

She smiles lovingly at me and steps between my legs, taking hold of my cock once more. “Awww, such a gentleman,” she drawls.

“Do you like it when I’m a gentleman?”

“Yes...and sometimes no.”

“What do you want me to be now?”

Smiling seductively, she lowers her head. “I want to you shut up and let me suck your cock,” she replies, mumbling the last couple of words as she envelops my hard length with her mouth. Fuck me! She sucks better than a Dyson. I swear all vacuums would bow at her feet if they were aware of her talents.