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I watch her play with her pretty pussy like she and I have all the time in the world. And maybe we do. It’s such a foreign concept to me now, to have so much time with someone and no dark clouds waiting on the horizon.
With her back arched and her legs writhing on the mattress, she pumps her slick fingers in and out. I can both see and hear it, and it has me fidgeting in my seat. I’m imagining it’s my cock sinking inside her, and it moistens at the tip at the mere thought.
“I’m ready for you, little bird,” I command with a rasp in my tone. “Crawl to me.”
As she pulls her hand from between her legs, I see the moisture on her digits.
“But first,” I bark, watching her from across the room, “lick them clean.”
With arousal in her eyes, she lifts her hand to her mouth and sticks out her tongue. With a moan, she sucks on her middle finger, and it takes everything in me not to march over there right now and fuck her like the animal I am. She does this to me. She makes me wild for her.
“Come here,now.”
I’m gripping the edges of the chair as she climbs down from the bed. Once she gets to all fours, she keeps her eyes on me as she crawls slowly toward me. She’s torturing me because she can.
When she finally meets my feet, I reach down and bury my hand in her hair. Dragging her face up to mine, I kiss her hard. I take ownership of her mouth, my tongue invading and licking every inch of her before biting on her bottom lip to hear her cry out.
“Mine,” I growl, making her smile against my lips.
“Mine,” she replies just as her hand squeezes my rigid length through my pants.
“It is yours,” I say with a smirk. “So take it out and show me how you worship it.”
My hand stays in her hair as she unclasps my buckle and pulls down the zipper of my pants. Her movements aren’trushed, but I can feel her excitement as she reaches in and encircles her fingers around my hard shaft.
Without wasting a second, she wraps her soft, wet lips around the head of my cock, kissing it gently. Then she slides the tip of her tongue along the slit at the end, and my hips levitate off the chair.
“Fuck, baby,” I growl breathlessly. “Do that again.”
Smiling, she lowers her head and kisses the tip again, slipping the tip of her tongue into the slit. My head hangs back as she kneels at the altar of my cock, proving her filthy devotion.
“Good girl,” I mumble. “Good fucking girl.” My words grow incoherent as she eases her lips down to the base of my cock or at least as far as she can go before she starts to gag. Each time, she works her mouth lower. Feeling the back of her throat, I grip the chair tightly to keep from coming.
My shaft is slick with her saliva as it pools at the base, but she doesn’t let up, going lower and lower each time. And when she starts to fondle my sac, I nearly lose my mind.
With a muffled sound, I tear her off and watch as a drop of cum leaks from the tip of my dick.
“That was close,” I say, panting.
Holding her arm, I drag her onto my lap until she’s straddling me. With her perfect little breasts in my face, I take my time kissing each one. Biting the nipple makes her gasp and purr, so I tease her a while longer.
And when I finally dock myself at her entrance, her cunt and my cock are both soaked. With our eyes on each other, I ease inside her until she’s seated as far as she can go.
My body is rigid and still as she steals my mouth with a kiss. Then, with our foreheads pressed together, I guide her hips up and down.
Between each thrust, I mumble incoherently. “So tight, little bird. So perfect.”
She hums to keep from screaming, picking up speed to chase her own pleasure.
“We were made for each other, Camille.”
Holding me tightly, she stares into my eyes as she moves, pounding her body on my lap harder and faster. I watch her expression change into ecstasy.
Reaching down, I press my thumb to her clit. Her eyes close, and her lips part. Before long, her pussy tightens around my cock.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “Good girl. Come on my cock.”
Her spine curls and her legs squeeze around me as she rides out her orgasm, and I swear it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
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