Page 25 of Good Intentions, Vol. 2

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Sorry I missed you today.

Hope you had a good one, but I need to talk to you tomorrow.

Good night, my love.

“Who’s that?” Claire asks not lifting her head away from my chest.

Ignoring the tight feel in my gut and throwing my phone on the nightstand, I push my hand into brown strands that are all over me. “Just Beth reminding me of tomorrow’s meeting.” The lie comes out of my mouth effortlessly.

“Mmmm…” Claire hums in response.

I don’t know what time it is, all I know is, I haven’t fucked a woman this many times or this hard in over four years. I’m whipped, needing to put some serious effort to catch my breath and I need some sleep, or I’ll never be able to function tomorrow.

“Fuck,” I say looking up the ceiling as I feel Claire’s hand going down my gut, her mouth closed around my nipple, sucking, and my cock hardening. We did everything Claire said we would do in the last hours.

She got my mouth, I fucked her tits, her ass, her face and her cunt. Not once giving a chance for my dick to go limp as she said. And I have no more energy left to move. “Doll, you’re gonna have to do all the work this time around, I’m whipped,” I warn.

She doesn’t say anything, just gives me a smile and then climbs on my dick and starts riding me giving me one hell of a show in the process.