Lucille’s POVI snapped my head to the side. My phone laid at the side with an ongoing call. My eyes widened, glancing at King. His lips were curved in an arc, satisfaction in his gaze. “You—”“What are you doing, Lucille?!” Benjamin barked, his rage sipping through the phone.I opened my mouth to speak, instead a moan came out. King moved his hips, resuming his thrusts. He didn’t seem to care that someone could hear us. Or he just didn’t care what Benjamin heard or thought.I threw my hands over my head, gripping the couch with my head tipped back. The squleching sounds of his dick inside of me, his groans, my moans, I could control none of it.My grip tightened around the leather couch. He bent over, taking over my lips. I moaned into his mouth, as my fingers found his back, digging my nails into the skin around it. “Oh, fuck I’ve missed you,” he said.I stared at him with lust filled eyes, lips parted. “Does it feel good?” he grunted, flicking my bud.I could make no words, only a
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