entrance. “Here?”
Her hips bucked in answer. She whimpered, her head falling
back. Her hair was a mess against the books, mussed and dark.
Her cheeks were stained pink, her lips parted and swollen. She
was a panting mess as she circled her clit and Claire loved
every second of it.
Claire thrust her fingers inside Haley, hooking them
wickedly. Haley had more fortitude than she thought, because
she didn’t break apart immediately. “Remember,” Claire
hissed. “Don’t scream unless you want the entire household to
know how much I’m enjoying fucking your beautiful pussy.
Don’t scream unless you want them to know how much you
love to make yourself come.”
“Oh God,” Haley gasped. “Oh God.”
One more thrust, one more curl of her fingers, and Haley
shattered. She panted and whimpered, but she bit down on the
noises. The tiny sounds that escaped nearly sent Claire over
the edge. She was t
hrobbing. Soaked. She was probably
soaked straight through her skirt. She let Haley ride out the
waves, her walls clenching on her fingers again and again.
She still hadn’t come down. Reality hadn’t set in for either
of them. Haley opened up her blown eyes and she stared
Claire down. “Please, Claire. Let me make you come too.”
Claire had the dirtiest vision of Haley under her desk, her
skirt rucked up around her hips, touching herself, fucking her
fingers up into her tight pussy as she licked her between her
legs.
She shook her head slowly. “Go put your skirt back on.”
She walked over and found Haley’s underwear, her eyes