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 carelessl