14
WYATT
I needed a diversion from the distraction Haley had promised and delivered. She felt too f*****g good clasped around my aching d**k. The flowery scent of her skin and sweet musk of her c*m was an aphrodisiac that tightened my balls up, ready to release again like I was some teenager rather than a thirty-year-old man who’d been around the block a time or ten.
And her mouth…goddamn, I loved the feel of that bit of flesh on mine almost as much as I liked the sass and honesty she let loose from her lips.
Thrusting into Haley’s tight sheath while f*****g my tongue with hers was like drowning and coming home at the same time.
I’d been floating aimlessly all day long in a sea of emotions, and Haley offered grounding. Focus, when I’d floundered in my new reality.
I wrapped her up in
