Chapter １２５

He breathed hard as I ran my tongue over his finger, wrapping neatly around it. “Joyce,” he said.

He took his hand back and I lay there, panting, knowing I had no option but to let him do to me what he wanted. I wanted it that way. I would have done whatever he wanted, anywhere he wanted, as long as he stroked me into paradise again.

The buzz of his zipper scraped across my ears, and he was yanking me off the coffee table, raising me up until I was high in his arms and my legs wrapped around his waist. The length of his cock brushed my slippery lips. I needed it. I had to have it.

Luke pulled me up against the wall, lifting my legs up until my knees touched my chest. My ankles looped over his shoulders and his hand under my ass kept me up. I felt his other hand underneath us, massaging his cock, forcing it up and up.