SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.

I gulp as I get into bed. But Lucien isn’t having it.

He pulls me forward abruptly, before directing me to sit on his face.

“Wait,” I whisper, sitting about him. Lucien isn’t even looking at me; he’s looking straight at my pussy with hungry, dark eyes. “Please, don’t do that thing you do….you know…when you hold me down when I come,” I whispered, my cheeks turning red.

“You love it.” He says, still with his eyes on my pussy. His hungry gaze ...