“I need to come,” I beg, circling my hips.
Air hisses through his teeth, his jaw tightening with restraint. “You’ll come, baby. Multiple times. But not until you ask me nicely to make my cock all messy from your cum.”
Jesus. His mouth is dirty. I feel like I need to go to church after this to wash the filthy words from my mind. I’d never do it. I want to remember the naughty words he uttered. Even the dirty words are another reminder of how perfect, put-together Camden can lose control.
“Please, I need to come,” I pant, my fingers tangling in his hair to pull his face to mine.
All it earns me is another satisfied smirk, the upturned corners of his mouth only an inch from my lips. “Yes, my girl needs to come. Good job asking for it nicely.” He seats himself completely in me, stealing my surprised yelp straight from my mouth. He pulls away slightly, choosing a pace that easily has the pressure building all over again. “Come all over my cock. Let me feel it.”
His words send me over the edge. Even with his tongue in my mouth, my moans still echo between us. There are so many sensations that tears prick my eyes. It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt, and it isn’t even over yet.
Camden milks the orgasm for all it’s worth, his pace never relenting.
When my eyes finally drift open, I find him watching me closely. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he mutters. “I want to see it again.”
39
CAMDEN
Pippa’s cunt spasms around me. It hugs me tight, keeping me locked inside pure heaven. Her moans are loud and powerful as she comes down from her orgasm. I think I’ve become addicted to making her come. I could do it again and again until the entire day has gone by with me between her legs.
My hand snakes up her body until I wrap my fingers around her throat. I press my palm against the hollow of it, wanting to feel every single one of her breaths and moans against my skin.
I slow my hips, circling them slightly as a change of pace. She must like it because her moan vibrates against my calloused fingers.
“Like that,” she pants, lifting her hips to try and guide me.
“You don’t tell me what to do,” I growl, circling my hips again despite my words.
Her head falls backward, giving me more of her smooth skin. I want to squeeze, to see how deep she lets me push my fingertips until it’s too much for her.
Our bodies move against one another. It’s sticky and sweaty. Flour is now coating both of us. All it’d take is for me to pick up the pace and pound into her, and I know I’d be coming in seconds. She feels too fucking good.
“You were made for me.” My lips move against her skin, not knowing where to go. I want all of her at once. I want everything.
My grip on her throat tightens slightly, testing to see her reaction. She moans louder, only prompting me to grip even tighter. My hand seems so large compared to her slender neck. It wraps around her so easily, giving me so much power as my fingertips dig into her skin.
She watches me, her eyes telling me she’s enjoying this as much as I am.
“If only everyone knew that sweet Pippa likes to be fucked rough and dirty. That she is such a little slut that when I choke her, her pussy clutches me so tight it’s almost painful.”
Her face turns red, but I know from her breath that tickles my cheeks that she’s still able to get some air, no matter how small it is. I’d stop if she wasn’t moaning so loudly, her pussy taking me so greedily that I know she gets off by this.
When I’m not fucking her, she’s mouthy and defiant, constantly pushing my buttons. But when we’re like this, she likes to give up the power. To have her limits tested.
“Cam—” Her words get cut off when I roughly push inside her.
“You’re so fucking sexy with my hand around your throat and my cock deep in your pussy. You like feeling me everywhere, baby?”
Tears prick her eyes, her pulse jumping underneath my fingertips. This thrills her, which makes me go wild. All I can think about is fucking her harder, filling her with more of me, marking her body—and maybe even her heart—so there’s no way she could ever forget what it’s like between us.
“Just wait until I fill you with my cum. Then you’ll really be full of me. And you’ll love it, won’t you?”
Her eyes flutter closed with a loud moan. Fuck, I’d prefer to pull more orgasms from her before I come, but I’m too close. I’ve never been as turned on as I am at this moment. She has that pull on me. I’m intoxicated with every single facet of her existence. No matter how hard I fight it, I feel the tightening of my balls, the prickles down my spine. I’m going to come, and there’s no way I’ll let it happen without feeling her spasm around me one more time.