Chapter 60. Whipped

CLINT’s POV

I was certainly bluffing when I told Keira that she wasn’t going to her satisfaction. But my little slut was even more desperate.

I ended up watching Keira help herself get her relief using her fingers while I used my hand too. That was new for me. It felt like a different type of intimacy as I had lost myself in the passion in her eyes.

Even without us touching, we had reached our climax at the same fucking time.

I felt like tucking her away in some place where no one could find her. But that was not Keira, and so after having lunch and two more rounds of sex, I escorted her to the door.

My living room was a mess. The remnants of last night were scattered across the room, a chaotic mix of empty bottles, glasses we’d both drunk from, and crumpled papers that had carelessly been left flying around. The sight of it all hit me in the gut. It wasn’t just the mess—it was a reminder of how Keira had come into my house, her presence filling up ever