Her Collateral Bride: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

put her mouth there.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the bare need on

Claire’s face. The walls still weren’t back up.

“You want to watch me fuck you, don’t you?” Claire’s

sweet voice was so at odds with the heat in her words. The

dirtiness of them. “Then watch. Hold your dress up and

watch.”

Haley’s eyes tracked down as her hand took over the fabric

from Claire. She held it out of the way and watched while

Claire’s fingers slipped through her slick folds. She watched

her press two fingers to her entrance and she watched her

slowly, so fucking slowly, push inside. Haley couldn’t close

her eyes. She couldn’t stop watching. She was shaking, Claire

so strong and sure beneath her. She was being spread open,

filled up, and it was so damn intense that she couldn’t breathe.

Claire’s other hand clenched Haley’s hip, her fingers

digging in, but Haley welcomed the bite. It grounded her

against the pleasure unravelling in her belly, in her thighs, in

her core.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Claire groaned. “That’s it. Rock into

my touch. Take my fingers like a good girl.”

Haley didn’t feel like a good girl. She felt like a very

naughty, bad girl who was doing very naughty things, and it

had never felt so good. She kept her dress up, watching as

Claire finger fucked her slowly, working her until her hips

were rolling into her touch. She was wound so tight, but it

wasn’t enough. This wasn’t what she wanted. It wasn’t why

she’d come in here. She had to do something, or Claire was

going to make her come and then she would send her away

and it would all be over. She might not have another chance.