She doesn’t answer because my dream girl’s too busy completely derailing my ability to function. She strokes me once, twice, then lowers her mouth again. Slowly, torturing me, pumping me in time with every slick glide of her tongue, her pace unbearably perfect.
I groan, my head dropping back. “Jesus, Cam…”
She hums against me, and when she releases my cock, there’s an infuriatingly smug look on her face. She’s edging me and loving every fucking second of it(same baby, same).
Rising slowly, her body presses against mine as she stands. With impatient hands, she yanks my shirt over my head, throwing it onto the growing pile of discarded clothes. Her nipples graze my chest, sparking trails of fire in their path.
Standing on her tiptoes, gripping my cock in her hand, she drags me against her crease—right where she’s already wet for me. Her slick heat gliding over my shaft, making my pulse stutter.
“I’ll help you decide,” she whispers in my ear. “Fuck my tits first.”
I release a low groan, barely holding it together. “And then?”
“Then,” she murmurs, dragging her lips over my jaw, “I’ll suck you until you’re hard again.”
A shocked gasp bursts from my chest when she pushes her tongue into my ear, chased by a wave of hot breath.
“And then you can finish in my mouth or my pussy. Your choice.”
I can’t take it anymore.
I drag my mouth over her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, needing to brand her as mine even as the rational part of my brain knows she isn’t—may never be.
“I would’ve burned my entire empire to the ground two years ago if I knew I could’ve had you,” I confess against her skin. “How can you make me crave you more and more? I don’t think I’m ever going to be satisfied.”
Her hands clutch at my hair, and she breathes out, “I feel the same way.”
Those five simple words make my fucking heart explode.
I capture her mouth in a kiss that’s all-consuming hunger, devouring her confession like a man dying of thirst. She craves me too. Whatever’s been bothering her, whatever caused that strange distance earlier—it can wait. Right now, all that matters is this woman who has completely upended my world.
I push down all the questions, all the what-ifs, all the fears about the future that have been circling my mind. I want to exist fully in this moment with her. Touching. Tasting. Cherishing.
Slowly, deliberately, I guide her backward, one hand at the small of her back, the other tangled in her hair, careful not to dislodge the scrunchie. She only realizes where we’re headed when the backs of her legs hit the edge of the mattress. Her lips curl with anticipation.
I lift her effortlessly—her body molding to mine, thighs wrapping around my waist—and lay her down in the center of the pillows. She’s spread out beneath me, watching me with hooded eyes, her lips swollen from my kisses. I climb on top of her, straddling her ribs, experiencing the heat radiating between us.
“Lick me like a lollipop until I’m dripping like your sweet, wet cunt.”
“You’re the boss,” she murmurs, sitting up on her elbows.
I watch, mesmerized, as she drags her tongue repeatedly up and down my shaft until I’m nothing but exposed nerve endings, drenched and hungry for release. My hips buck involuntarily.
She pulls back, smirking up at me. “Patience, Dare.”
“Let’s see how you like it,” I growl, pushing her back against the mattress, bending down, licking the valley of her breasts, and trailing moisture over her skin, layer after layer, lick after lick, until she’s squirming beneath me.
Her head tips back, a moan spilling from her lips.
“I still can’t believe I get to touch you. You’re so fucking perfect,” I rasp, dragging my palm over the curve of her waist, up to the full, perfect shape of her breasts. My thumb brushes over her nipple, and Cam shudders, her lips parting, a sound that goes straight to my soul.
“Reece,” she whispers, pressing her soft curves together in a tantalizing invitation.
I don’t make her wait.
I position myself beneath her breasts, pushing in with a slow, controlled thrust, my breath hitching at the sensation. My abs tighten as my cock glides between the slick warmth of her flawless tits.
“Now, that’s a new smile.”
