Claire pinned Haley’s thighs apart on the bed and dove in.
She ate her greedily. She was soaking and it was wet and
messy, and she adored it. She loved that Haley hadn’t broken
under the pain. She’d embraced it even though she was afraid.
She was soaking wet for it, because of it. She’d been afraid,
but she loved it, and now she was going to come apart on
Claire’s tongue.
“Holy God, Claire, fuck, please,” Haley panted. She didn’t
try to take her fingers away. She held herself open so Claire
could fill her again and again with her tongue. So she could eat
her fill of the most perfect pussy that had ever been created.
“I’m going to die,” Haley moaned. “I’m going to—oh God,
Claire, I’m coming. Oh fuck.” She convulsed underneath
Claire, writhing against her face as she fucked up into her with
her tongue over and over.
Claire barely let her come down before she was turning her
back onto her hands and knees again. “Have you had enough,
little one? Do you want me to untie you? You can leave here
relatively unscathed.”
“No,” Haley moaned. “No. I don’t want to leave.”
Claire spanked Haley’s ass cheek, leaving a red hand print
amongst the still glowing red skin. Haley didn’t scream. She
did cry out low in her throat and jerk forward. “What do you
want, then, if you don’t want to walk away?”
“You,” Haley whimpered. “You.”
There was no way Claire was going to let Haley have that.
She was off limits. “You want me to fill that pretty pussy so
you can come again?”
Haley panted, her body jerking like she’d been spanked
again, even though Claire hadn’t moved. “Yes. Yes, please.”