Love Tap(66)

Her lips curve over the tip of my cock, and my head lolls back. My eyes rolling into the back of my head from her wet warm mouth sucking just the tip. I swear to God I fall into a realm of bliss.

She’s not the most experienced, but it’s Tate. It’s perfect.

Holding the base of my dick she slowly trails her tongue up my shaft and my cock pulses ready to spray cum on her pretty face.

Quickly I grab her hand to still her. Taking a deep breath I open my glazed eyes.

“You gotta stop that.”

“Why?” she asks sheepishly.

“Because if you don’t I’m going to cum, and I don’t want to. Not yet.”

She smiles, and sits back on her hands satisfied with herself.

Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I pull it up over her head and throw it on the floor. Her tight stomach begs for me to touch it, to swipe my tongue along her navel. Swiping my hand along across her belly I grab her hips, hoisting her up to dip my tongue into her navel. Her fingers gently slip through my hair, as I taste the sweetness her body has to offer. Kissing her stomach I set her back on her knees and grab her sports bra, helping her out of it. Her breasts stand firmly, her pink nipples erect and waiting for me. Crawling over her she has no choice but to fall on her back, her fingers digging into my biceps as I take her nipple into my mouth and suck on it.

Her skin is salty and sweet and I lose control of trying to be gentle and bite at the flesh. She moans wildly, and arches her body into me. Giving herself to me, she’s in my control.

Lazily my fingers trail down the curves of her body. When I reach her jeans I unbutton them, and she raises her hips, allowing me to shimmy them down her sexy thighs. She kicks them off the rest of the way.

I pull on the black boy shorts that hold what my cock longs for.

I look at her under hooded eyes and her hands still on my head. I pull the crotch of her panties to the side and sweep my tongue in between her wet lips. Her fingers tighten in my hair, her knees coming up and body arching.

“Oh my god, Camden,” she moans.

I swipe at it again, the salty taste coating my mouth. My balls tighten, ready to cum.

Sitting up I tug her panties down her legs and toss them over my shoulder.

Hovering over her I grab her under her knee, bringing her leg around the back of me. Needing to feel her closer to me.

Slowly, I press the tip of my dick into her opening, before hitting the sweet spot. Her eyes close, her head pressing into the mattress as I go in as far as I can. Her * is tight and squeezing my cock like a glove. Caressing her silky thigh down to her ass cheek, I pull her onto me wanting more of her.

Thrusting in and out of her slowly but with force, I find a rhythm. Her hands slide along my chest and up over my shoulders before anchoring themselves.

She feels so good wrapped around me, my body takes over and I drive into her harder and harder. Her tits bounce, the bed slamming against the wall as I f*ck her. Each thrust slow, but powerful. A beautiful blush spreads over her body as she starts to tense beneath me, her body warning me she’s close. My cock pulses and my body stiffens as I hit the brink of release.

Gripping her ass cheeks, I pull her onto me harder, and my cock hits her just right causing her to gasp, her eyes rolling into her head.

I come with her. Clenching my eyes shut, my fingers digging into her, I pound until my toes curl and a primitive growl vibrates through every limb of my body.

Coming down from our high, my hips slow but my heart continues to race.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries to catch her breath, realizing I’m probably crushing her I roll over, bringing her with me she lays on top of me.

Using my feet, I kick the blankets down and up over the both of us.

Her perfect tits press into my chest and I can feel the thud of her heart. I finger her hair lazily, pressing her head into me a little more.

“Stay right here, all night,” I demand rather than ask. Making sure she knows she’s not going anywhere.

“I’m not going anywhere, Camden,” her voice half asleep.



In the middle of the night I wake startled not sure where I am. Images of Bret’s lifeless body waver in my blurred vision, sweat soaking the sheets.

Quickly I sit up, my heart racing to the point I feel dizzy. I feel cold and alone.

“Tate?”

Using my arm I feel along the bed for Tate, but come up empty. My heart skips a beat, my body warming in a state of panic that she left. Sitting up on my knees I pull the blankets off the bed and find her hanging halfway off the other side of the bed naked.

She must have moved after I fell asleep. Relieved she didn’t leave me again, I slide both hands through my hair trying to relax my beating heart. Glancing at her I can’t help but notice how peaceful she looks asleep.

Anger strikes against my chest after the panic settles. I didn’t want her to move away from me. Did she think I was joking?

Climbing off the bed I grab her by the ankle, jerking her to the edge of the bed roughly.

She jumps awake panicked. Her wild, frantic eyes finding mine.

“Camden, what the f*ck?”

“I thought I made it clear I didn’t want you to move, I wanted you to sleep on me.” My voice hard and accusing, all the feelings I felt that morning after she left when I was eighteen surfacing. She jerks her foot, but I tighten my hold. “I wasn’t joking.”

Bending down I grab her by the hips and throw her naked body over my shoulder.