In Bed With My Fiancé’s Father
I was like a starving man as I lashed my tongue against her clit, drinking in her juices until she was whimpering, her fingers digging into the headboard as she rode my face passionately…with reckless abandon.
“Lucious!” She screamed my name as she came, the tremors in her thighs better than any drug the hospital had given me.
“Oh God, oh god,” Olivia whimpered as I eased her off, my chest heaving, but I wasn't finished. I wasn't even close.
“On your side,” I muttered, guiding her.
I moved behind her, the familiar heat of our bodies clicking back into place. I raised her top leg, draping it over my hip, and looked at the masterpiece before me. I leaned in, my lips pressed to the back of her