Lillian's POV
“Your taste–f**k, I want to eat your pretty cu*t for hours,” he groaned, his tongue flattening on my pu**y as I arched my back, lost in the pleasure of his lips.
He nudged my c**t with his nose and flickered his eyes to my face as I gasped in pleasure.
“Should I stop?” He asked, his index finger slowly sliding to my inside.
“F**k” I moaned breathlessly
“That not an answer” he uttered, slowly stroking my pu**y with his finger
“Hell no,” I uttered, my voice barely above a whisper as he continued licking me softly, adding another finger.
“Michael,” I moaned, my eyes shut tightly.
“Who the hell is Micheal?” a sharp irritated voice jolted me back to reality
Shit! I was imagining my stepfather again.
“What!” I exclaimed.
“You just called Michael's name? Care to tell me
