She deep throats me slowly without gagging, moving her tongue around my shaft and back to the head. My body shakes as I try to restrain myself from coming. Her head moves quicker, and this time, she puts both hands around my base, making it easier to bob her head.
“Fuck yeah. Just like that.” I look down at her beautiful face. She moans around my dick while I encourage her. Suddenly, she stops. I’m about to beg her like she was me a couple of minutes ago.
“Why did you stop?”
“I want you to fuck my mouth. Use me,” she says through hooded eyes, catching me off guard. This girl never ceases to amaze me.
Her lips are back around me, and I do exactly as she requested, not needing any more convincing. I move my hips in and out slowly, holding myself back so I don’t hurt her.
“Harder. Faster,” Kamila mutters with her mouth full of my cock.
“My brave girl.” I grab the back of her head and thrust forward as I fuck her mouth the way she wants me to, the way I want to. Saliva is everywhere, and the sight brings me closer to the edge. My body tenses. I’m close. Kamila’s tongue moves around my cock, and I know I’m done for. After three more thrusts, I close my eyes and come in the back of her throat.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk,” I hiss. I come so much that some of it makes it out of her mouth while tears stream down her face. It’s the dirtiest and second sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. The first being her coming all over my cock.
“Take it all, Kami.” And she does. She swallows it all. Her lipstick smudged all over the base of my dick.
Laying my head against the doorframe, I attempt to catch my breath.
“I finally smudged that damn lipstick.” I smile.
“That’s how I know I did a great job.” She grins back up at me.
A short laugh escapes me. That was the best head I’ve ever fucking gotten, and I don’t want anyone else getting the pleasure I just got. It’s the moment I realize that I don’t want her doing this with anyone else.
I’m still panting when I gaze down at her. She’s smiling up at me, looking mighty proud of herself. I give her a stern look.
“I don’t want you doing that to anyone else.” Her eyes turn into slits, but before she can say anything, I cover her mouth. “Just hear me out, that came out wrong. Give me two minutes, okay?” After a couple of seconds, she nods, and I lift my hand.
“I want to re-write one of the rules.” She opens her mouth again and I hold a finger up. “I want us to only fuck each other. Not date, just fuck.”
After a long pause, she asks, “Why?”
“I saw how jealous you were of Denise earlier. Don’t even try to fucking deny it. And she barely even looked at me.” Kamila averts her eyes as if embarrassed. “I’m guilty of doing the same. You saw how jealous I got of that DJ and bartender back there, and all they did was flirt with you.” I sigh loudly. “Do you really want to continue feeling this way? It’s only going to get worse the longer we do this.”
She stares at me silently. “Fine, on one condition.”
“Name it.”
Her expression hardens. “Do not fall in love with me, Cameron. I mean it. You heard what I said earlier, I’m not looking for that right now, and it’s not an option for us, not with our past. Not with who I’m related to.”
My muscles tighten at the mention of her sister. Nevertheless, I understand why she brought it up. I’m not in love with Kamila and she’s right, we could never be together, but I don’t want her with anyone else until this ends. We both know it won’t last forever, it’s just until we get it out of our systems.
“You don’t have to worry about that. You still drive me insane.” I smirk in the way I know will drive her up a wall.
She tilts her head. “Alright then. Deal.” She sticks out her hand so we can shake on it, instead, I pull her out of the car to kiss me. I taste my come on her lips just as I imagine she tastes her own on mine. My dick starts to harden.
She grins against my mouth. “Again already, Kahlo?”
“Doesn’t take me long to recover, Morales. Here or back at the dorm?”
She grabs my collar, kissing me frantically.I’m guessing the answer is here.
“I want you inside of me now.” She doesn’t need to tell me twice. In less than ten seconds, I’m on top of her in the backseat with her hands pinned above her head, shoving her shirt up. I lift her bra to bite her nipple. She moans in pleasure and writhes against me, her belly button piercing glinting in the moonlight.
“Have I ever told you how sexy this is?” I brush my finger against the piece of jewelry.
Her whiskey-colored eyes fill with amusement. “No. Now shut up and fuck me.”
