11:43 PM
Lucas had her legs over his shoulders, his tongue moving with slow, deliberate strokes. He loved the way Claire's body responded to him, her hips trembling under his hold.
He slid his hand up her stomach, rough fingers grazing her soft skin until they found her breast. He squeezed it firmly, his thumb brushing over her nipple, making her moan louder.
The sound sent a rush straight to his dick, but he didn't stop. Didn't even slow down.
Her moans grew desperate, her back arching off the bed. "Lucas," she gasped, her voice barely audible.
He didn't respond. Didn't need to.
He knew exactly what she wanted, but he wasn't about to give it to her—not yet. He pressed his tongue deeper, his free hand gripping her thigh to keep her in place.
She writhed beneath him, her fingers tangling in the sheets, and Lucas couldn't help but smirk. He had her right where he wanted her—completely at his mercy.
