About Last Night (About Last Night #1)(28)

My hands slid up her hips to hold her just under the arms, then I pulled. She landed on top of me and my hand tangled in her hair, pulling her mouth to mine in a searing kiss. She moaned lightly and I felt pre-cum bead at the tip of my burning cock.

I wanted to f*ck her, but this wasn’t about me. It was about Camilla. My arms went around her as I sat up, taking her with me. I pulled back, and with a rough tug at her bra, her breasts were free. I lowered my face and took a small nipple into my mouth. It was my turn to groan.

Fuck, but I loved tits.

Camilla gasped for breath above me. Her hands went to my head and her fingers ran through my hair before grasping tightly. When I nibbled at her taut bud, her grip tightened as she panted. The harder she tightened her grip, the harder I nibbled.

She was well and truly ready, my thigh covered in her juices. And I wanted nothing more than to eat her * till she came on my face.

I loved it when they came in my mouth. It was dirty, and hot, and uncivilized. And I f*cking dug it.

I lay back down, holding Camilla by the waist, keeping her in a sitting position. Gripping her tightly, I lifted and pulled forward. She moaned out an unsteady, “Oh, Jesus,” as my lips came into contact with hers, and not the ones on her mouth.

My tongue dipped in, tasting her musk. She tasted spicy and sweet. I dipped in for another taste. Then it came to me. She tasted like cinnamon. I liked cinnamon.

With her knees at the sides of my face, I ran my hands down them as I delved deeper. I kissed her, and sucked her, and licked her. I swirled my tongue inside of her, up and down, then sucked on her hard little button. She screamed brokenly and her thighs tightened around my head, holding me in place as she began grinding herself into my mouth. I wished I could reach my cock. I wished I could grip it hard and jerk it harshly. I wanted to come so bad that I almost forgot what I was doing.

Camilla worked herself into me as I ate her. She loved this as much as I did. My hands reached back and found her soft, tight ass. I dug my fingers in, squeezing hard. I pulled back to growl, “God, you’re so f*cking sweet. I could eat your * all day long, baby.”

I couldn’t begin to tell you how many women I have said that exact line to in the past four years. I couldn’t tell you, because it was almost every time. And that was a lot of occasions. Well into the thousands. They were just words, but the women liked them.

My lips sealed over her sweet spot and I sucked hard. Camilla whined softly then louder and louder. Her legs tightened around my head harder and harder, till she let out a hoarse yell. I licked at her entrance and felt it pulse against my tongue.

Oh, yeah. That was the shit right there.

Before she could recover from her orgasm, I reached under the pillow and pulled out the condom Camilla let Candy know would be there, ripped it open with my teeth, and then pushed her back on the bed as I sheathed myself. She collapsed, completely slumped. I smirked at her limp body, knowing this was exactly what she needed.

With my throbbing cock in hand, I stepped off the bed and stood at the side of it. In one quick movement, I hooked an arm under Camilla’s belly and pulled her back to the edge of the bed I stood at. I arranged her as I wanted her; she didn’t need to do a thing.

I placed her knees at the edge of the bed and helped her to rest on her hands. I liked doggy and knew she liked it too. True, I wasn’t exactly sticking to the script, but I was sure if Camilla didn’t like this she would tell me.

My hand came down on her ass cheek and the slap echoed throughout the room. Crack! Left then right. Over and over till her body squirmed. I grasped my cock then ran it through her nectar, lubing so this would be as pleasurable for me as it was for her.

I pressed my groin to hers, leaning over her to run my hand up her back and press gently between her shoulders. She understood and lowered her face to the bed, her ass in the air.

The head of my cock slipped inside of her and she gasped, “Oh, God.”

She was a religious little thing. But God wasn’t going to help her today. I teased her, lightly moving the tip in and out, sliding fully out of her and rubbing my engorged head against her puffy lips.

I gave myself a mental pep talk. Don’t forget…this is about her. This is about her. This is about her.

God, I was a horny toad.

Slowly, I drove my length inside of her without pause, needing her to feel every single inch as it penetrated. She panted breathlessly and I felt her pain, the need to go at it rough and hard. Bottom to groin, she was fully impaled on me, and it felt great.

A rough rumble came out of me. “You ready, baby?”

Her response came in the form of her ass pushing back against me as she moaned long and low.

Pulling out almost completely, I thrust back inside of her warm *. Her moans drove me. With every needy keen, I thrust harder, then faster. Before long, I held her hips as I powered into her. I was ready to blow, my movements becoming irregular and jerky. Then Camilla’s back bowed and her body went rigid. She did this soundlessly, but after a few more seconds of pounding into her, I felt her clamp around me erratically.

That was all I needed. The light turned green and I sped off to the homestretch. Placing an arm under her belly, I pressed my chest into her back, restricting her movement and thrusting into her wet core hard and deep.

It didn’t take long before I felt the telltale tingles at my lower back. My vision went black as I thrust deeper and deeper before finally, colored spots danced behind my eyelids a moment before my body went stiff. I held my breath and gritted my teeth as my cock jerked inside of Camilla, filling the condom with come.