Indignation bubbled in my throat as I stared at his cock. Waves of his sweltering masculine heat radiated against my face and mouth, like the blistering fire of a blast furnace. His scent crept into my senses—fresh, nutty and male.
God damn it. I hate it, but it's true, I want him.
Reluctantly, I climbed on all fours, like he wanted me.
Hesitantly, I wrapped a hand around his balls and pulled him closer to the bed. He staggered forward and pushed his muscled hips toward me, presenting his cock to me in all its veiny and girthy glory.
I let out a sigh.
My loathing eyes locked on his, I stuck out the very tip of my tongue. Disinterestedly, I ran the smallest point of my tongue up the side of his shaft. Up and down, up and down, without much care for rhythm or pace or his pleasure.
Beau shook his head and rebuked me. “Awful. You blow your boyfriends like this? Suck it like you mean it.”
Miffed, I blew out an angry gust.
But I obeyed. Instead of holding it back stingily, I gave him more of my tongue like he wanted. I ran my entire tongue up his length slowly, tenderly.
Beau sighed, his features softening. “That's better.”
I had to admit it—as much as it bothered me deep down, earning his praise was a deeply infectious feeling. I wanted more. I wanted to please him.
With my lips wrapped around his nuts, I sucked.
With my fist wrapped around his cock, I stroked.
“Fuck yeah,” Beau groaned.
His soft groans and manly moans of pleasure were a natural aphrodisiac. With every vulnerable grunt and sigh he made, my pussy clenched with a rabid need.
I wrapped my lips around his throbbing glans and slid him in; his salty flesh filled my mouth.
“Yes,” Beau quietly groaned. “Harder. Faster.”
Again, I obeyed. I sucked him the way he wanted. Buried between my cheeks, his cock turned as hard as steel. I savored the taste of his essence, his swollen texture, his throbbing pulse.
“C'mon, dirty girl,” he taunted, with a handful of my hair tightly held in his fist. “Suck it like you've always wanted to.”
Always wanted to?
An indignant fire rose in my belly; gusts of hatred blew from my nostrils like an angry bull.
And then something took over me, some urge possessed me, somethingterriblethat I'd never even thought about doing with any other lover—
I spat.
I spat right on his cock.
Watching tendrils of my saliva drip from his wet, chiseled cock? I growled with a wild, animal satisfaction.
A dark smile twisted Beau's mouth. “Fuck yeah. That's more like it.”
I threw my mouth against his length, taking him deeper, faster, sloppier. My throat opened for him completely, and his swelling manhood filled me totally, throbbing deep in my neck.
“Fuck yeah, Camille,” he gasped.
I felt him growing harder between my cheeks. Aggressively, I deep-throated him. I refused to quit, even as his abs began to clench and strain and tremble and he quietly panted,
“Wait wait wait! Slow down, slow down!”
