Elias chuckled, sending further tremors through her p***y, then pulled his hands from beneath her and placed them on top of her legs. Pressing down on the soft skin of her inner thighs, he lifted his head and said, “Steady on, gorgeous. You’ll do me some damage if you carry on like that. Don’t send me in to work with a fat lip—they’ll think I’ve been brawling. And I can’t tell them the truth now, can I?”
“There’ll be nothing to tell if you don’t get on with it,” she almost growled, attempting to pull his head back down to her p***y. God, when had she got so demanding? Perhaps it was a form of addiction—the more s*x she got, the more she wanted. A vicious cycle of delicious shagging. She let her head loll back on the duvet and grinned widely.
She forgot all about her amusement when Elias
