Lustful Paradise

"Who the hell said anything about getting taken advantage of?" Lucifer whispered, nibbling her earlobe before continuing. "I am not the type of man who lets others use or control me. I am always in control and always on top. I won't ever let anyone else dictate the terms. Not me. Not the man I am today.

And if a girl wants me, she will have to commit to me and be with me and only me."

"Mhmm..." Sasha hummed, her body responding to the nibbling of her ear. "Sounds like someone's a little possessive. But it's not always that easy, boy. Sometimes, girls have needs too. They have desires, and they need someone who can satisfy them. And if you're not capable of that, they will seek it elsewhere.

That's just the way it is."

As Sasha finished speaking, she grabbed his hand, which was wandering dangerously close to her breasts. "Alright, that's enough for today. You've already had more than enough from me. You got your answers, so it's time for you to stop being such a naughty boy and get back to college. Or maybe you could just go home and get some rest, if you want. It's up to you."

"But I don't feel like doing anything, Aunt Sasha." Lucifer whispered in a husky voice, his eyes locked onto hers, and Sasha could see the mischief lurking within.

She shook her head. "Oh no, don't you start getting any ideas. You've had enough of me; now behave and do as you're told."

"But you said that I was a naughty boy, and naughty boys don't follow rules. They make their own," Lucifer said with a grin. "And I know that I haven't had enough of you, Aunt Sasha. So, let me have my fun."

Sasha narrowed her eyes and stared at him, her expression hard. But Lucifer simply continued to smile at her, and she found it hard to keep her composure. So she reached up and ran a hand through his hair.

"You're just a horny kid; that's what you are." She murmured.

"And you're a sexy lady who knows exactly what to do with a horny kid like me," Lucifer grinned.

He then leaned forward and kissed Sasha's neck once again, making her shiver with pleasure.

"I guess," Sasha murmured, "but you should behave. You don't want your aunt thinking that you're some kind of animal, do you?"

"I'm not an animal, but I do know how to make you purr," Lucifer teased. He ran a hand along Sasha's side, tracing a finger along the curves of her body.

"Shut up, you horny kid," Sasha scolded, though there was a hint of a smile on her lips. She then called out the waitress. "I would like to have a drink, please."

The waitress smiled at the sight of the two and asked, "Do you want to have the same thing as sir?"

"No, thank you. I am a bit different from him. I would like to have a glass of wine." Sasha replied with a smile on her face.

"Yes, ma'am."

Soon, the waitress brought Sasha her glass of wine. "Enjoy your drink, ma'am," she said before leaving.

"Thank you." Sasha took the glass of wine from her hands.

As Sasha enjoyed the taste of the wine, she couldn't help but enjoy the attention of the young man beside her, who seemed unable to take his hands off her.

"So, tell me, Aunt Sasha," Lucifer asked, his voice a little hoarse as his lips brushed against her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. "Do you also like to fuck different guys, or is there only one guy who can get the honor to be in between your legs?"

Sasha laughed. She knew he was just trying to tease her, and she wasn't about to let him have the upper hand.

"I don't think it's any of your business who I fuck or how many," she said, a hint of playfulness in her voice.

"Che... You're not playing fair, Aunt Sasha. Why won't you tell me?"

Lucifer pouted like a child who didn't get his way, his lower lip jutting out and his eyes full of disappointment.

"Because, dear nephew, what I did or didn't like in the past is of no concern to you. But, I will tell you this: I haven't had a man in a very long time, and right now, I'm too busy with work and don't have the time or energy to invest in another man." Sasha said with a hint of a smirk on her lips.

She took another sip of her wine, relishing in the rich taste as it slid down her throat, and turned to face Lucifer. "But why do you ask? Do you want to be that man, Lucifer?"

"Well... Maybe." Lucifer's words came out as a soft whisper as he looked deep into her eyes.

He couldn't deny that he had always found his Aunt Sasha attractive and even had fantasies about her in the past. And now that she was right there with him, sitting on his lap and teasing him, it was getting harder and harder for him to ignore the desire that was growing within him. He could feel his cock twitching inside his pants as he looked at Sasha, admiring her sexy and alluring body.

Sasha noticed Lucifer's eyes wandering all over her body, and she couldn't help but smirk.

"Oh? You're staring pretty hard. I didn't know that I was that attractive, boy. Do you really find your Aunt Sasha so tempting?"

However, she didn't let him respond and continued. "You don't need to answer. I know that I am still hot and sexy, despite my age. After all, men still desire me, and many of them try to woo me and have sex with me." She took another sip of her wine and chuckled. "And you are no different, nephew. You can't help yourself but stare at me and think of me in your bed."

Lucifer didn't deny it and just kept on staring at his aunt. He couldn't help it. His eyes were fixed on the beautiful and sexy woman sitting on his lap. He had never seen her like this, not this close.

Her soft skin, the curves of her body, her perfect breasts, her toned midriff, and her beautiful face. Everything about her was perfect and attractive. And he couldn't deny that he wanted her. He wanted her badly.

"Ummm..." Sasha closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh. She was starting to enjoy Lucifer's attention. She was feeling the warmth and arousal that only a man could give her. "It has been so long since someone touched me like this."

Sasha then opened her eyes, her gaze softening. "But that's enough for now. It's time for me to go."

"Go? Where?" Lucifer asked.

Sasha got up from his lap, standing next to him. "Home, of course."