Her Collateral Bride: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

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