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The way he said her name made her stomach churn and her knees go weak. She was barely able to look up at him.
He grabbed her jaw between his thumb and index finger then forced her head up to face him. Vince leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips. Claire couldn’t refuse him. She kissed him back, letting her arms wrap around his back as she clutched onto him. Vince grabbed her hips and pressed her body against his. They stayed there for a while, kissing each other and letting their hands roam. Claire could feel her heart fluttering in her chest, and her knees weakened. If it wasn’t for Vince holding her up, she knew she would have fallen.
When they finally broke away from each other, Claire was breathless and red-faced. Vince adjusted his pants to hide his massive erection before adjusting his wonky shirt on his shoulders.
Claire turned around, wiping the corners of her mouth, and was shocked to see Lorelei standing with her forehead pressed against the glass. Her mouth was hanging open, her eyes half-closed, and her hand down the front of her skirt. Shock rolled through Claire like a wave. A sound came out of her mouth, disgusted and revolted, which drew Vince’s attention.
He stormed forward and opened the glass doors, nearly throwing Lorelei to the ground. Grabbing her upper arms, he whispered something to her, then whisked her away into the depths of the house.
Claire stood alone in their garden, wondering what the hell she had gotten herself into.
Chapter eight
I know what you're up to
Lightpouredintothelarge windows to her right. Wincing awake wasn’t the best feeling. Claire sat up in the bed, feeling the cotton sheet fall away from her naked body, and squinted at the window. Sure enough, the sun had risen into the sky even though the clock told her it was just before seven in the morning.
Feeling groggy, she moved her legs to the edge of the bed and slipped down until her feet touched the cold, laminate floor below. With the balls of her feet touching the wood, Claire started to wake up. She stayed there for a while, stretching out her sleepy muscles. She stared down at her bare knees as her eyes slowly adjusted to the bright light.
When the blurriness had faded from her vision, she looked up at the view out her window: An urban landscape, buildings piled on top of buildings as far as the eye could see. A few splashes of green could be seen but mostly it was shades of gray. Looking out at the world, a sense of peace came over her. Tranquility filled her bones and muscles, telling her everything was going to be just fine, because Vince was out there in the world somewhere, living his life. And she was going to get to join him. To her, it didn’t matter what his wife said or did. The only thing she cared about was the fact that she was there, by his side. She’d be able to live her life knowing that she’d bagged the most eligible man who had ever existed. She’d snatched him from his wife and gobbled him up, all for herself.
Claire leaned back on her bed and looked down at her naked body. She could see the small triangle of hair on her mound looking a little too untidy for her liking. There was nothing to do about it now though. She was far too tired to handle a razor. Still, as she looked down at the sight of herself, she knew Vince would appreciate the view.
Claire reached for her phone on the nightstand and took a picture of herself. Her ankles were crossed, causing her thighs to press together, hiding her cunny. At the very bottom of the image, she could see her stomach, smooth and flat. She gazed at it in the picture, wondering if Lorelei’s looked so great after all those years. Her obsession with Lorelei wasn’t healthy, she knew that, but there was something inside her brain that just couldn’t stop.
Comparing Lorelei to herself gave her such a huge hit of confidence. It was like a drug to her—a rush of adrenaline and endorphins through her body, making her feel as though she were floating on a cloud.
Without much more thought, she sent the picture to Vince. She set her phone down on the bed beside her and continued to look at her unclothed body. Her fingers slid up and down her skin, probing her soft parts. She explored the texture of her skin as it rubbed against her fingers. Just touching herself like this sent a cold shiver down her spine. Claire imagined Vince’s hands in place of hers, touching her ever so gently.
Her body instantly reacted. Goosebumps shot across her skin, through her limbs, all the way down to her toes. Claire’s eyes closed, imagining all the ways Vince could touch her.
Claire reached for her phone as she uncrossed her ankles, spreading her legs wide to give access. Within seconds her fingers were between her lower lips, parting them gently. She flipped her camera around to selfie mode and shoved her phone between her legs. On the screen, she could just see the view of her glistening, pink snatch. She moved the camera around as her fingers explored, groaning and moaning all the while.
She pressed the record button on the screen. Her fingers rubbed her lower lips, teasing the camera. Then they plunged inside.
Claire kept imagining they were Vince’s fingers inside her and a loud moan escaped her. Her imagination ran wild as she thought about Vince’s strong hands on her body, his luscious lips on hers, the weight of his body pressing down onto her … “Daddy,” she groaned. “Oh, Daddy, yes!”
She slipped her fingers out and began to circle her nub. It was too much for her to take. She threw her head back as another moan burst out of her throat. “Yes, Daddy, touch me,” Claire moaned. “That’s right. Yes, right there.”
Her body quivered beneath her touch. It wasn’t her doing it, though—it was Vince. She could almost feel the heat of his body beating down onto hers, almost taste his saliva on her lower lip as she bit into it, struggling to hold back her moans.
Her fingers rubbed harder, moving circles around her swollen bud. Her chest heaved as she continued to rub herself, her heart racing, her muscles tensing, preparing for the inevitable. She could feel it coming like a wave, rolling and crashing, rising up inside of her. Sweat formed over her brows in small droplets as she edged closer to the sweet release.
“Daddy,” Claire breathed, feeling her whole body rolling as she continued to circle her fingers harder and harder. “Daddy,” her voice shook.
The sensations rolled over her in waves of hot and cold. Her hand let go of her phone and fell to the bed. Shivers undulated down her spine. All of Claire’s muscles spasmed as she gasped for breath, feeling the intensity take hold.
“Daddy,” Claire moaned, losing control. “Daddy, I miss you.”
Finally, when the orgasm had finished, she managed to pick up her phone. On the screen, she could see her flushed face and her dewy skin. She let out a small giggle and tilted her head to the side. “Daddy,” she sighed, “I wish you were here.”
She slipped the phone between her legs again. On the screen, her slit was covered in her juices. Claire slipped her fingers between her lower lips, swirling the juices.
“Oh, Daddy, I wish you’d lick this all off me. Come make me clean, Daddy.”
Claire moved her thumb and ended the recording. She sent the video to Vince. He was in for a great surprise. A small smile spread over her lips as she got up from the bed. She could feel her juices seeping out of her, down her thighs. Claire realized she needed a shower before starting her day.
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