Justice Falling (Falling #3)(57)

I nodded and crossed my arms over my chest defensively, annoyed that he got the last word and excited at the possibility of this actually happening. Living with the man I loved, Tanner with his own room, feeling the love of a man who cared for him…it was the stuff my dreams were made of. I just never expected it to ever happen to me.



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Camille was quiet the rest of the evening. After I dropped the bomb that I intended for her and Tanner to move in, she’d withdrew. Together, we went through the routine of putting Tanner to bed. There were many steps in the process including bath time, reading time, discussing the highs and lows of the day. For a moment in the hour long process I thought it would never end. Camille was thorough and didn’t stray because she wasn’t home. I appreciated that about her. It proved how stable she was, regardless of where she laid her head.

I pulled her into the bedroom after I turned down the lights and double checked the locks on the doors.

“We have to talk,” I said. She cut me off with her lips. They were warm, inviting and tasted of cherries. I licked the seam, deepening the kiss when she opened her mouth. Her arms came around me and her hands sunk into my hair. She ran her fingers through the strands as she tugged and nipped my lips. Before I knew what was happening, she had me on my back and was straddling my lap.

“Precious, we need to talk…” I reminded her but quickly forgot when she unbuttoned my dress shirt and licked the flat discs of my nipples. It was a huge erogenous zone for me. My dick rose painfully against the fabric of my trousers. She continued licking, nipping and sucking her way along my chest, over each muscle of my abdomen.

“You have an amazing body, Nate. I could lick you everywhere.” She moaned and jutted her pelvis against my thigh rubbing her center along the muscled quad. This was the first time she took the lead physically. I forced myself to just enjoy the sensations of having her mouth and tongue all over me as long as I could.

Deft fingers unbuckled my belt then removed trousers and boxers in one swift move. My cock bobbed in front of her face, as if greeting her after being freed from the constricting garments. She slid her nose along the length then inhaled, moaning as she placed a hot opened mouth kiss at the base of my cock. With a tight fist she gripped the base and yanked up slowly. Chills ran from the bottom of my spine up and out every pore.

“What do you want me to do?” My cock wept at the tip, ready for her mouth to cover me.

“Suck me off. I need your mouth on my cock now, Precious.”

Camille responded by sucking my length into her mouth and down to her throat where she started gagging. At first it felt magnificent having that tight ring of muscle hugging the wide crown. “So good…” I started but heard a muffled noise. I opened my eyes to see Camille and her sinful mouth completely surrounding my prick. It should have been the sexiest image I’d ever seen but it wasn’t. Tears streamed down her face as she gagged and choked. I softened at the sight of her struggling.

I pulled her off my cock not knowing what the f*ck that just was, unless possibly it was the worst blow job in the history of blow jobs.

“What’s the matter? Aren’t you going to f*ck my face and force it down my throat?”

“What the f*ck are you saying? No, I’m not going to f*ck your face. You’re not my whore. You’re my girlfriend. I would never in a million sodding years force anything on you. If you want to share your love for me with oral sex, I’m honored. But not like this.” My tone bordered on disgust. Her face crumpled and tears poured down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry. I know I’m not any good. I never could take it down my throat well enough. Tyler told me to just stay still while he shoved it in. I practiced hard not to throw up. I promise I won’t get sick on you. You can use me.”

“Fuck! I’ll kill the bloody prick with my bare hands.” I tugged Camille up and over my naked body holding her close. “Precious, what he did, that’s not love. That’s not even respectful to a woman. I would never treat any woman like that.”

“But I know men love um…getting sucked on. I want to. I want you to be happy!” Her lip trembled.

I shook my head and gripped her arse. She moaned, still turned on even though I was having trouble keeping it up, due to visions of Tyler forcing Camille to take his puny cock down her throat.

She kissed me. “Please, let me try again. I can make it good. I know I can.”

I nodded. “Okay, but let me guide you. You should never feel pain, cry, or feel the need to stave off vomiting. This should be mutually enjoyable. If you don’t like it, you don’t ever have to do it. Understand?” She nodded and kissed me deep. Her tongue and mouth were sweet and sugary, just like candy. We kissed for long moments, getting back the excitement before we were sidetracked by her past.

“Take your clothes off,” I told her. She sat up, straddling my hips and pulled her dress over her head. She was clad only in a navy blue lace bra and matching knickers. “So bloody gorgeous. I’m never letting another man see what’s mine ever again.” Her eyes widened and she bit her lip. I was too distracted by her glorious tits and arse to worry over my possessiveness. I pulled the cups of her bra down exposing each globe, then leaned up and sucked a perfect pink tip into my mouth, rolling my tongue around the pert flesh. She moaned and jerked her hips against my groin bringing my cock back to full mast instantly. For long minutes she rubbed her sex along my length as I toyed with her tits. She moaned and gasped as I sucked and nibbled until finally she tipped her head back, ground down on my dick, crushing her clit against my rock hard erection and came. Christ the woman was uninhibited in bed and all f*cking mine.