Sharon wrapped her legs around his waist, experiencing the thick length of his cock rubbing against her core. She hummed with desire, grinding against him. "Luthor.please."

"Wrap your arms around me," he growled, "I'm hauling you off to the bed this time. We've got all night."

Sharon meant nothing to Luthor as he led her to his bed, but he'd never cradled anything more valuable in his arms. She was sunlight and heat and lemons and he wanted to be buried in her, taste her from head to toe.

She was too far gone in need already when his eyes met hers as he set her down on the bed,...