'Oh, fuck.' He blushed softly as he felt his manhood come to life. His cock stirred in its slumber, and it wanted Lena. So much! Earlier, he was very restrained in not owning her in the living room because he wanted to hurt her, but now, he has no intention of hurting her.
All he wanted now was to make love to her over and over again.
Jordan took a deep breath, then looked at the plate he was still carrying.
Using his fingers, he picked one piece of spaghetti and put it inside his mouth. He prepared himself to run to CR-but that didn't happen.
His lips parted. Damn! The spaghetti might not have the best taste, but at least it didn't send him to the comfort room.
A small smile grew on his lips as he stared at Lena. She actually improved in the cooking department.
He picked up another piece of spaghetti and put it around Lena's nipples. Hmm. He's sure it tastes better.