Liam’s POV
I groaned, jerking back from Lucy, battling to keep my mind sharp.
“You’re…”
“Quick on the trigger?” she interrupted, stepping away with a filthy laugh that oozed vice. “Who wouldn’t be? You’re every woman’s filthy dream, Liam. It’s only natural.”
I stared into her eyes, seeing nothing but raw, unfiltered lust blazing there. She flashed a wicked grin. “I want you, Liam, right f*****g now!”
Her hand plunged to my c**k, stroking with a skill that buckled my knees, eyes locked on mine, lips parting in a hungry, taunting smirk.
I let out a ragged moan. “You’re so f*****g shameless… s**t…”
My eyes slammed shut as she worked me. Moans and gasps spilled out, my conscience crumbling in the blaze.
“You’re loving every second, Liam, don’t lie,” she said, her laugh dark and mock
