OLIVIA’S POV
I laid there trying to catch my breath, my legs shaking vigorously from being fingered like a w***e.
“Are you tired?” Lucien asked in a whisper, his fingers trailing the tip of my n*****s.
“N..no, I’m not,” I replied, not minding my shaky legs.
He scoffed, as that evil grin played on his face. “But your legs are telling a different story, baby…” he muttered, locking eyes with mine.
Was I tired? Yes, I was.
Would I stop because of my shaky legs? Hell, no I won’t.
“That does not mean I’m tired, Lucien—”
He quickly shut me up with his tongue swirling around my right n****e, while his fingers played on my clit.
“Oh.. my gosh… f**k… yes…” I moaned, my lips pouting in esctasy.
“Naughty girl,” he whispered into my ears as he pulled out his hands from my p***y, shovi
