"How are you so f*****g good at that?" Emily panted, green eyes narrowed in a mix of frustration and awe as she struggled to compose herself.
Lucas smirked, his grip on her hips tightening gently, "Watch your language, naughty girl. And it's because I've got nothing but time and patience." He teased, mockingly mimicking an intellectual tone.
He circled a finger lazily around her still-throbbing c**t as he spoke. He flashed a roguish grin, sending shivers down her spine.
Emily rolled her eyes, but her body betrayed her, arching into his touch. He knew her weaknesses too well. "Well, aren't you full of yourself, Mr. s*x God," she quipped, unable to keep the edge of admiration from her voice.
Emily's arms snaked around Lucas' neck, pulling him down with an urgent need. Their lips crashed
