Her Collateral Bride: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

still rocked by the sensations that she didn’t think were

possible, when Haley threw back her head and cried out.

Claire wanted it to be her fingers that Haley was coming on,

but her eyes ripped open, and she watched Haley pleasure

herself through that climax while her own walls were still

clenching on Haley’s other hand, and it was perfect. What

Haley had done was perfect.

“Fuck,” Claire hissed when she could find oxygen again.

Her heart was slamming against her ribs as Haley leaned

forward. She pulled out, but Claire grabbed her hand, sucking

the juices off her fingers, one at a time. “Keep touching

yourself,” she commanded.

“I can’t. Claire, it hurts. I’m so sensitive.”

“You need it. I need it.”

Haley nodded, eyes wide. “Okay.” She kept working her

fingers in and out of herself, her pussy creaming and wet and

noisy, moisture slicking her thighs. Claire untangled herself

carefully and set Haley back. She stopped, her fingers buried

inside herself, watching everything.

Claire spread out on the bed and then she reached for

Haley’s hips, pulling her close. “Come here.” Haley came. She

needed to use both her hands to brace as Claire pulled her over

her, until she was straddling her waist, then her chest. Claire

kept going, moving Haley right where she wanted her. She

didn’t stop until Haley was sitting on her face, and when she

looked up at her, she could see how scarlet Haley’s cheeks

were, and that was perfect. She loved it when she was

mortified and still so turned on. She loved pushing her limits,

being the first to do things to her and with her.

She spread Haley wide with her fingers and ate at her