Chapter 2
Cleo’s pov
I did not even bother looking for my soaked panties on the floor because my cunt was still dripping down my inner thighs and my c**t was throbbing so hard it hurt while I slipped out of my bedroom and down the dim hallway with my skirt riding high around my hips.
His cologne hit me before I even reached the stairs, that same dark expensive smell I had been breathing in at dinner for months, and I followed it like I was starving for it, my bare feet quiet on the wood, my fingers already sliding between my legs to smear more of my own wetness over my swollen c**t as I walked.
My heart was slamming against my ribs and my n*****s were so tight they scraped against the inside of my top with every step, but I could not stop.
I needed to see him, I needed that thick c*
