I whimpered, head falling back against the pillow, already shaking. Stop? Like hell. I nodded fast, frantic, because there was no way I was letting this end now. No way I was letting him stop.
He smirked, looking cocky and pleased.Cam went right back to unraveling me, like he had all the time in the world and every intention of ruining me in the best way. He looked up at me from between my legs as he slid a finger into me.
“Fuck. You’re so wet for me, Harp.” He kissed the top of my pussy as he pumped his finger in and out quickly, and added a second. He fucked me with his fingers as he licked, sucked, and kissed my sensitive bud. I could feel the pressure building quickly. I tangled my fingers tighter in his long auburn hair, and I let go of the moan I was trying to stifle.
“Please don’t stop. F—Feels so good.” My eyes met his gaze as I tried to keep them from rolling back in my head.
“Getting close, babygirl?” He looked at me with pride in his eyes, a small crooked smirk displayed on his face. “You’re squeezing my fingers so tight. Come for me, Harper. I want to see you come undone.”
And with his permission, I came. I gripped his hair so tightly that I swear I ripped some out. I was a panting, moaning mess and don’t think I have ever had an orgasm rip through me the way that just did.
As I came down from my release, I let go of his hair. I was still catching my breath, legs trembling, when I reached for him, pulling him into a kiss. I could taste myself on his lips, and that only made it hotter. I moaned into his mouth.
I kissed him deeper, letting my hands slide lower, but Cam pulled back just enough to look at me.
“You don’t have to do anything, baby,” he whispered, brushing his thumb along my bottom lip. “I just wanted you to feel good. You deserve that. You should get some rest.”
I shook my head, already tugging at the waistband of his sweats. “I don’t want to sleep yet. I want you. Let me make you feel good, too, Cam.”
His eyes darkened, jaw flexed, but for a second, I thought he might argue with me.
But then he let out a low breath, that familiar cocky smirktugging at the corner of his mouth. I helped him out of his sweatpants just before he said, “If it’ll make you happy, have at it, Shortcake.”
He lay down next to me and leaned back against the headboard, watching me like I was the most mesmerizing thing he’d ever seen.
And I was more than happy to show him just how much I wanted to make him feel good.
9
CAM
Harper kneeled between my thighs, running her hands over the top of them before using a hand to grip the base of my cock. The second her mouth wrapped around me, my brain short-circuited. My head dropped back against the headboard with a loud thud, and I buried one hand in her pink curly hair, the other gripping the sheets like they were the only thing keeping me grounded.
“Harp,” I groaned, jaw clenched tight. “Just like that.”
She was slow at first, deliberate. Her mouth was warm, soft, and damn near angelic.
She licked my cock from base to tip and swirled her tongue around the head. Because of the size of my dick, I knew she wouldn’t be able to take it all, but fuck, if she didn’t try.
She held onto the base of my dick as she stuffed over half of me into her mouth. She swallowed around my cock, causing me to groan. But when she sucked and hollowed her cheeks, I almost came right down her throat.
“Fuck, babygirl… you’re so perfect,” I moaned breathlessly, hips twitching as I tried not to lose it way too fast. “God, I love that fucking mouth.”
She pulled away with a teasing smirk, her lips wet and swollen. She stroked me as she spoke. “You’ve got a mouth on ya too, huh, loverboy?”
I huffed out a breathless laugh, absolutely wrecked. “Yeah? Keep going, and I might start begging.”
She raised an eyebrow like that was a challenge. She leaned back down and sucked my aching dick back in her mouth.
Harper’s hand came up to cover my own, which was again tangled in her hair. She applied pressure to the back of my hand, silently telling me to push her head down onto my cock.
Fuck, this girl was going to kill me.
I pushed her head down slowly and was rewarded with a muffled moan. I adjusted my hands, so I was holding her head steady, and started fucking her mouth.
“You like that, babygirl? Like being used?” I was panting heavily. I slowed down a bit to give her a break from gagging. Tears were streaming down her face, but she didn’t stop.
After a few more strokes, a flick of her tongue, and I was gone—head spinning, heart racing.
