Ravaging Mrs Claire
he groaned, a sound I’d never heard from any man—soft, wrecked, vulnerable.
I wrapped my arms around him as he shook uncontrollably, pulling him down, holding him close as his cock pulsed inside me, still spilling, still giving.
I held him as he came apart.
And for one breathless, impossible moment…
I wasn’t Mrs. Claire.
I was just Claire.
And he was just Liam.
And we were both completely, utterly lost.