Warning: Again, mature. Don't read it you can't handle it! Peace out!

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Tiffany:

To say that he was a strong man would be an understatement. He was surely a beast in his past life. He had to be building muscle for other reasons than just because he wanted to. His newly found stamina was something else.

After two years, I had officially seen a side of Bryce Pogue I never thought I'd see a day in my entire young life.

To the church, he was the respected sound man. The beacon of hope. The young man every church lady wanted their young daughters to marry. Would you believe that even the First Lady's snobbish daughter had eyes on this lovely sound man?

In the streets, he was the volunteer. The helping hand. The man everyone could depend on with just one phone call and he'd be there within a second.

At the college, he was the mysterious musician playing some kind of instrument around campus. The guy that would have all of the ladies drop their underwear with just a strum of his guitar. The performer every Thursday afternoon at the campus café.

Lucky enough for me, I got to experience all four sides of this man. The fourth side was for my eyes only since he was the teacher to me. A master, an expert, professional in the nastiest type of exercise. He ran through my mind like it was an event at the Olympics. He drove me insane, going round after round. My body was limp every time we finished then asks me to stay in his room.

Every night was like a class on seduction abroad and each lesson was a different country. He took me to places that I never thought I'd go before. He taught me different positions, sexual lingo, different techniques on how to turn someone on, and more. He found what lit my fire every time and found what he calls my 'G spot' and I climaxed every time.

It's like an adventure every time we have sex. He finds something new about me every single time and I can't help but swoon over him. I think about him when I'm in class, when I'm at church, while working, showering, watching TV, and especially before I go to sleep. Dreams of his soft veiny hands caressing my body. His fingertips sliding down my backside just to slip through my lace panties and grip onto my buttocks.

He takes my voice away all the time. I can't ever speak the next morning after we have sex.

He was something special.

Speaking of special, my special day was on Friday and it was the weekend of my birthday. I had already spent time with the girls that Friday evening. We went out to a nice little private restaurant and they were only allowed to invite one friend they knew.

Speaking of friends, I gradually made friends in my classes. A good friend of mine was named Natalie and we were partners on a fashion project. We worked very well together and decided to just keep in touch. Now, she's a close friend of mine and we go out from time to time. I knew I wasn't a complete bitch.

Anyway, instead of listening to what I requested, Carmon invited all of her friends (Not including that bitch Brittany. She learned her lesson with her). Jana and Jess listened to me and just invited a neighbor they grew to hang around often. Rena didn't invite anyone, but Brian came and she freaked out again. She avoided him all evening and it was ridiculous in my opinion, but it's not my place to judge.

All in all, we had a great time and everyone was in a good mood for the most part. There were great vibes, great food, fabulous drinks, and I managed to stay glamourous for the evening. Perfect evening for me. It wasn't extravagant as I would've wanted in the past, but it was so much fun. I enjoyed myself.

Anyway, when I came back to the apartment, Bryce was walking around in the kitchen with a bare ass and chest. Once he turned to see me standing at the door with widened eyes, his private sergeant stood at full attention and my heart beat so fast. He was just eating a bowl of fruit casually. Like this was normal or something.

"How was your time with the girls, babe?" he asked with the bowl of fruit in his hand. His seafoam green eyes studied the bowl like he was about to devour the whole thing. Wonder if he planned on devouring something else.

Looking scrumptious as always, he took a savoring bite out of a rather large strawberry and made me feel things I shouldn't have in that moment. The thought or promises to wait until marriage flew out the window with him.

My knees buckled at the sight of him and I became speechless like Hilary Duff in Lizzie McGuire. Squeezing my thighs together to keep myself from...dripping, thoughts kept roaming through my mind.

Why was he walking through the house naked like that? What if I had some friends come over and they found him like this? Looking like a Greek god or something. A delectable one. Oh wait! Did I even answer his question? He's standing there looking at me like I didn't.

"Tiff, are you alright?" he asked with a light smirk appearing across his face as he walked a little closer to me. All I could do was nod to answer him and waddle my way into the living room like a penguin. My body temperature had shot up and I needed a glass of water. Why the hell did he need to be naked at a time like this?

Clearing my throat and grabbing the bottle of water I left on the table this morning, I took a quick swig and said "It was great, babe. We had such a good time and it was nice seeing the girls again." My words had come out breathlessly as my chest rose and fell thinking of the one time he bent me over the couch arm and humped me into the next century. Talking about how spontaneous sex sets our hormones into overdrive. It surely sent mine into overdrive and they flew off course.

"How was your day? Was it breezy?" my lips opened in reference to his nakedness. His deep earthy chuckle alarmed me as his eyes looked towards the dining room.

"A little. More so...dry. Hopefully, what you find in the dining room will make my day a little more wet," he spoke emphasizing the opposite words. My head lifted to him and I gulped as he walked past me.

That shaggy-haired freak better not have done anything for me today. All I asked for was just for him to take me to the movies since all of my 21st birthday events were spent with the girls. All of the excitement stayed there like I wanted it to be.

Walking into the dining room, my eyes couldn't believe what they saw. It was like the dining room was converted into a romantic setting in a restaurant. White table cloths with lit candles in miscellaneous places, rose petals leading up to the table, and...

Handcuffs?

As I continued studying the sight in front of me, my vision was masked and I flipped out a little. "Bryce! What the hell is going on?!" I shouted in fear as a sweet smell crossed paths with my nose. It smelled like a vanilla candy that I really enjoyed.

The smell calmed me down a little and it was a little unexpected. A pair of hands wrapped themselves around my body and roamed around it making me relax even more. It couldn't have been anyone else and I knew it.

The zipper on the back of my glitter strapless sequin dress I made a while back fell down and the dress itself slipped off my body. Thank goodness that wasn't a designer dress.

"Bryce, please tell me what you're doing?" I gasped as his strong hands gripped onto my bra and unclipped it from the front. The bra slid down my backside and fell down to the ground.

Placing his backside against mine, he chuckled again and whispered in my ear with "Now if I told you that, it wouldn't be a surprise at all. Would it?"

Feeling his warm breath against my ear sent my mind to an entirely different place. It trickled down to my neck and so did his lips. I didn't even notice that he had pushed my underwear down to the ground so fast because I was thinking about how his tongue played with my neck.

Usually, I don't enjoy sex like this. I'm normally in my own element and too busy for sex. It was as if Bryce put a spell on me and I was immediately turned on. Every time it seemed like it was losing its power over me, here he came to turn me back on. I loved it.

My head fell back onto his shoulder as he teased me with his fingers playing around with my exposed nipples and the other hand tickling my nub. My panting just couldn't be controlled. I was lost in a world of lust not wanting to leave.

He carefully led me over to what felt like the glass dining room table. I felt the cloth brush against my leg first until he sat me on the table. My mind was gone as soon as he continued teasing me with his lips, sending kisses down my body. I didn't even realize that he cuffed my hands from behind. Focusing on his tongue doing tricks on my skin and his teeth nibbling on my flesh, I didn't even care about the cuffs. It was like a whole new world and I trusted that he would take care of me, be gentle with me, and love me.

My backside slowly landed on the table, with my hands behind my back, as his tongue reached the tip of my center. He stopped just to say "Control is in my hands tonight."

Shit. His cool tongue dug deep into my folds and I jumped instantly. My back arched at the feeling while a long moan dripped from my lips. His tongue being inside of me sent chills down my spine and left me speechless.

Since I couldn't see or run my fingers through that fabulous hair of his, everything seemed to be a surprise to me and I could only imagine what else he had up his sleeve. As he kept feeding on my flesh, he pushed my legs back making me open up more for him and my brain exploded. This was something totally new and it felt so good.

Screams and loud groans filled the room as he tortured me by pushing my legs closer to my chest and driving his tongue deeper into my center. "Oh my goodness! Shit! Bryce, that feels so amazing!" I called as I balled my hands up into a fist and kept by backside arched.

Coming down from my high, I suddenly felt his long length slip inside me and groove in there as he held my legs up in the air. Here I was rolling my eyes under the blindfold as he pumped himself in and out of me like a gas pump.

"Relax, baby. I got you," he moaned as he played with my nipples with his fingers, sending my legs closer to my chest and his privates deeper inside me. Goodness gracious! Fuck!

I was driven up the wall and on cloud nine. My groans and moans escalated the deeper he went inside me and my mind instantly cut off. Tiffany was no longer in the building. We'll call my sensual ego Catalina. That's who was in control of my body in that moment.

"Oh, fuck yeah! I'm coming undone!" I hollered as he continued plunging me. I had reached my peak at this point and we both came together. Thank goodness he pilled out and let his juices fall onto my stomach. Stay protected by pulling out and wearing a condom, people. That's Tiff talking now.

Once again, my body fell limp as he moved away from me to get a towel. Thinking about what we were going to do next, I felt a rag move across my stomach signaling that he was wiping his seed off me. During this, I felt his still hard shaft against my thigh and I was in shock.

"Round two?" he panted as he sucked on my neck purposely claiming what was his.

That evening was unfathomable. We kept going and going in different positions and adding fruit to the mix. We did things that you wouldn't think a Christian couple would do in bed, much less the dining room table.

I stayed on this everlasting high throughout the rest of the weekend while he eventually took me to the movies and made me meals all day long. Yes, everything got cleaned and sanitized before we ate at the table again.

Bryce was underestimated and mysterious in his own ways. Like I hadn't, no one else knew what hid underneath this polite blessed Christian man. Knowing that I was the only one that could experience this with him made things even more exciting. He was extraordinary and I loved every bit of him.