Her Collateral Bride: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

this. Was she always the one giving orders? Giving pleasure?

Did she never take any of it for herself?

Haley was keenly aware of her dress pulled up, her panties

pulled down, exposing her swollen, glistening wet pussy for

Claire to see. She looked back at Claire, somehow unable to

make the first move without permission.

“Oh my God. You’re so fucking beautiful,” Haley gasped.

“Can I taste you? Please?”

“No.” The word was a croak, not nearly so domineering as

she wanted it to be. “No, I want you up here, on my lap like

the bad girl you are.”

Oh God. Of course what Claire had planned was so much

dirtier than Haley hiding under her desk and eating her out.

She scrambled up, nearly tripping over her panties, which

were still around her knees, but she’d forgotten about them.

She tugged them off and stepped out of them.

She faced Claire with new trepidation, but of course she was

there waiting, ready to give instruction so Haley didn’t do

something wrong and embarrass herself. “Straddle me.”

She tucked her legs in closer together in the chair so that

Haley could do it. She shook with barely restrained energy as

she spread her legs and climbed over Claire. Her hand was

there right away, pushing up Haley’s dress, the pads of her

fingers tracing a hot trail down her belly, straight to her clit.

Haley threw back her head and moaned. She grasped

Claire’s shoulders as her thumb slowly worked her clit. She

was going to come. Her body was tense with it, wound tight

with it. Her legs shook. She was probably drenching Claire’s

lap right now. Below her, just inches below her, Claire was

bare and gorgeous, and Haley wished she’d been allowed to