Claimed By My Ex's Uncle
I couldn’t believe Ceasar would invite Neven over, knowing exactly how much I hated him but Neven’s skilled tongue and fingers buried inside me made thought impossible.
My thighs quaked violently, hips arching as Neven flicked and traced my clit, curling and pressing his fingers into my slick, needy core, stroking and pumping with relentless, fast rhythm. My body coiled, back arching, pulse racing, teetering on the edge so tight I could barely breathe, barely think.
Just as the first wave of my orgasm curled through me, Neven’s face lifted from between my legs, sliding out of the duvet with smooth, teasing ease. His eyes met mine, calm and mischievous, voice low and casual as he announced, “