Oh yeah baby. “Um. There was a bug. Try again.”
“Fucking damnit.” He dips his hands back in the stream, cups the water, and splashes it on his torso, making his abs drip again and runs his fingerdown the ridges of his stomach. Then he cocks a brow. “Better?”
“Mmm hmm.” I bite my lip and push my luck. “But maybe do one where you pinch your nipple a little bit. Or like massage your pecs.”
His shoulders drop. “Are you serious? What’s wrong with what I did?”
“Nothing! I just—hey, whoa!”
Conner snatches his phone from me and sees what I’ve done. “You little brat!”
I squeal while he chases me around the campsite.
Did I just help him record twenty-two new thirst traps for his account? Yes.
Did any of them make it into his drafts on his account? Nope.
I sent them all to my phone instead. I’m such an evil genius.
Hey, a girl needs to invest in her spank bank and I’m a million percent invested in Conner. Aka FlirtInDirt as he’s known online.
“If you wanted a video, all you had to do was ask.” He picks me up and hauls me over his shoulder.
“But this is way more fun than that!”
He cracks his palm on my ass, and I melt immediately.
Today he woke up in a brighter mood too. Maybe we’re both ready to live for the day instead of dwelling on shit that’s inconsequential to our future. And as far as his father still having a hold on Conner’s self-worth, I’m going to work on that my way.
It must be about ten in the morning, going by the sun, and I’ve got to leave soon. Boooo. Adulting sucks.
“You hungry?” I ask after he puts me back down.
“For what?”
“Whatever you want. I was thinking scrambled eggs, but did you bring a pan for—”
He’s on his knees, lifting my dress up. I have no clue where my panties are. They’ve been MIA since yesterday. “Whatever I want, huh?”
“You can’t be serious,” I say, dropping into my chair. He rests my feet on his shoulders and winks. “Oh my god, you’re serious.”
This man goes down on me again. As if twice this morning wasn’t already enough. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve never been with a real eater before because no guy I’ve dated has ever been this ravenous for me. Conner acts like he’s addicted to me. And maybe he is.
I want to be his drug of choice.
I want to be all his choices.
Groaning, I scoot my ass closer to the edge of my chair. Conner inhales the scent of my pussy and legit rubs his face all over it. It’s fucking obscene.
And the hottest thing ever.
“I’m a filthy animal for you, Taylor.” Con growls deeply and drags his tongue through my pussy. “Anything less would be unworthy.”
I’m the luckiest woman in the world.
“You have the sexiest hair,” I coo, gripping a handful of his dark hair while he continues going to town on me. “Your curls are so soft.”Shit, that feels good. “I love how it smells. How it…it… feels.”Don’t stop, I’m so close.“I could run my hands through it all day.”I’m closer. Closer.“I want to—”
My orgasm shoots out of me like a fireball. Hot,roaring, consuming. My thighs clamp around his head and my ass lifts off the seat. Gripping the sides of my chair, I scream until I don’t have a voice anymore.
