Lucien was still buried balls-deep inside me when the phone call continued.
His thick, veiny c**k throbbed heavily against my inner walls, stretching me open as he spoke in that calm, commanding tone to his lieutenant. I was a trembling, sweating mess beneath him, biting my lip until it hurt, desperately trying not to moan while he slowly rolled his hips, f*****g me with shallow but deliberate thrusts that kept me right on the agonizing edge of orgasm.
“Yes… triple the guards on the east perimeter,” Lucien said coolly into the phone, his voice completely steady and authoritative. At the same time, he pushed deeper inside me, grinding the fat head of his c**k against my cervix in slow, torturous circles.
A broken, needy whimper escaped my throat before I could stop it.
His large hand in
