11-14-2008, 07:11 AM
He laid there limp and submissive, he was not going to say a word, she could kick him around and beat upon his and he still wouldn’t utter a word, maybe a whimper but not a word would pass his jaws any more. She had change, she was willing to carry any one’s child, and in all honestly he was disgusted. He thought of Deuce as something that was not just to be used as a toy to sleep with, nor should just any male make her carry their child. Lucifer didn’t even look at her, he just lay there, and he was going to stick up to his words. The black male didn’t look at her, he knew doing that she would see his real feelings, how he felt about her deep in his heart, he wanted her, and needed her, but he didn’t want a whore. He muttered, nothing but submissive words to her, nothing but yes Ms. and No. Ms. Nothing more and nothing less. She wanted passion well he knew that there was males out there that would love nothing more than to lay with a whore, and she was just it.