Thirteen Years (Finding Freedom #1)

Chapter 13

Shit.

This was going to piss Clark off real good.

I tried to keep my hand steady, filming the cop and Becks practically screwing against the tree, right in the middle of the park.

I gritted my teeth, hearing Becks’ soft moans. I stroked my cock faster to the free show I was getting.

Fucking pig didn’t deserve a woman like that. I may just have to make a move myself before Clark did.

I’d wanted Becks to myself for years.

She needed a real man. I snapped a few more pictures and sent them, and the video, to Clark, before putting the phone back in my pocket.

I looked up, continuing to stroke myself while I enjoyed the show.