“Open your mouth and suck my cock like a good girl.” I spread my legs wider so she can settle herself more comfortably. “I’m going to cum in your pretty little mouth, and you’re going to swallow every drop. Do you understand?” Her pupils dilate, her big green eyes filled with pure lust.
She nods once, her tongue slipping out to lick her lips. By the way she squeezes her thighs together to create friction, I know she’s worked up and will soon need release.
This fucking girl amazes me.
Camille lowers her head to my lap and swallows my dick whole without warning. My cock twitches with the sudden feel of pleasure.
Her mouth is warm and wet and sends chills up my spine. I don’t know how the fuck I’ve lasted the last few years without having my cock in a woman’s mouth. It’s the most incredible fucking feeling, next to being inside of a pussy.
"I want you to wear my cum like lipstick."
My body jerks when she swallows, her throat tightening around me. I don’t bother controlling the groan that leaves my lips; I want her to know how amazing she is and how good it feels. Gathering her silk black hair in my hands, I hold it back in a ponytail, keeping a firm grip. She knows what she’s doing, so I don’t control her movements.
Cam circles her velvet tongue around my engorged head, sucking me deeper into her mouth until her nose is flush with my skin. She gags, her eyes watering and throat constricting. Saliva drips from her mouth when she pulls back, removing me from her warm mouth with an audible pop.
Her tongue pokes out of her mouth, circling my slit and licking up a bead of pre-cum. Her swollen lips wrap around my crown, sucking it like a fucking lollipop. I’d do anything to spend the rest of my life rotating between being in her mouth and pussy.
My balls tighten, and a familiar ache begins to set in. She must realize it, too, because she swallows me down again, her head bobbing quicker, tears spilling from her big green eyes. Tightening my grip on her hair, I pull her head away quickly, replacing her mouth with my fist, squeezing my cock so tightly it’s borderline painful.
“Come for me,” she demands, batting her long eyelashes as she kneels in front of me with her hands on my thighs.
“Take it like a good girl,” I grunt, lining myself up with her open mouth, just as thick ropes of cum shoot out of me and into her waiting mouth. Her mouth is so full that some drips down her chin and lands on her chest. She’s a fucking mess with her red lipstick smeared across her mouth, mascara running down her face, and my cum dripping out of her mouth. What a fucking beauty she is. “Swallow it.” She gulps down my load, then leans into me and licks my still hard cock clean, showing me just how fucking good she can be.
“As much as I want to taste you, that’ll have to wait because I need to be inside you so fucking bad right now.” She stands to her feet, wiping away her tears and black streaks of mascara under her eyes and bats her eyelashes at me.
“Whatever you say, Mr. Jameson.” Her voice is laced with both amusement and lust.
I chuckle, taking a step toward her, only for her to take a step backward. “Good girl. Now stand in front of my desk and bend over so I can take what’s mine.”
“Yes,Sir.” God, this woman is going to be the fucking death of me. I swear my cock gets even harder hearing her fucking words.
Like the obedient girl she is, she walks over to my desk and leans over it, spreads her legs, and flips her hair over her right shoulder, looking at me with a seductive gaze.
I waste no fucking time marching toward her, gripping her hips, lining myself up, and I’m in heaven inside of her warm wet cunt in one hard thrust.
The sight of her naked golden body leaned over my desk in nothing but a pair of stilettos is a sight that can easily drive any man crazy.
“Use me, Dean. Let out all your frustrations on my body,” she says through a moan.
So, I do. My hands grip her soft, curvy hips, my nails digging into her flesh, as I fuck her like a mad man. I let out the anger and frustration that I’ve been bottling up over the past week. I lose all control and fuck her to make myself feel better.
We both know I’m keeping something from her, but the secret I’m keeping is going to ruin us, and I’m so fucking selfish that I’d like to pretend for a little bit longer that nothing will change. I’m lying to myself, but right now, I want to forget everything else and lose myself in Camille.
For a moment longer, I want to pretend that we stand a chance and pretend that I’ll finally have the opportunity to claim her as mine.
I’m only lying to myself.
THIRTY-FIVE
NOW
Camille
Getting fucked wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I came to see Dean at his office today, but I’m sure as hell not complaining. He’s been avoiding me, and I know there’s a reason why. It’s been nearly a week since I’ve seen him, and my texts and calls have gone unanswered all weekend.
I came here to find out what his problem was, but I knew what he needed once I saw him and saw the vacant look in his eyes. So, I give him what he needs instead of making him talk it out with me and tell me why he’s been ignoring me.
I give him my body to use as an escape.