Louis' POV
I wasn't obsessed with sex but I was obsessed with Claire and sex with Claire. I just…couldn't have enough. Not when she looked like every wet dream brought to life.
Every feature of her teased me to go feral. Her perky perfect tits, her pouty pink lips, her eyes that entrance me daily, her perfect ass that fit right under my palms, and her sweet cunt. Fuck!
I was like an animal in heat. There was no stopping me.
I tried to go as softly and as gently as I could but the way her pussy gripped me. Fucking hell.
No better way to go.
I could still taste her on my tongue, she tasted divine. She tasted like mine and I'd be damned to let her go.
Her doe eyes watched me on my knees between her parted thighs. Her eyes thick with lust, yet sparkling with tired satisfaction. I felt proud. It only meant I'd done a great job.
