Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 48306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
“My mom…” I gasp, whimpering. “She’s upstairs.”
“Guess we better be quiet then,” he groans. “Wouldn’t want her to hear you getting fucked like a bad girl.”
Oh fuck.
Pleasure ripples through me, and I moan deeply into his lips as I start to ride him. It’s not frantic, and it’s not wild. It’s just deep, and slow, and passionate. It’s making love. It’s two hearts coming together and blending into one. I pull back, and when our eyes lock, I know we’re both feeling the same thing. A grin comes over his face as he brings one hand up to cup my face, something fierce in his eyes.
“I love you, Waverly,” he groans deeply, pushing his hips up to meet mine, his cock driving deep inside.
I whimper, my face caving in pleasure as I ride him, my eyes locked on his.
“I love you too,” I whimper, moving a little faster and feeling the heat begin to build, and build, and build. His lips sear to mine, his hand tightens on my ass, and our bodies grind together as we start to fall towards that edge together. My nipples drag over his muscled chest, my thighs tighten, and the heat inside of me begins to burn into an unstoppable force.
“I want you to come for me, beautiful,” he growls into my ear, making me gasp.
“I want to feel this perfect, sweet little cunt come all the fuck over my cock. Come for me, Waverly.”
I whimper, tumbling, falling, feeling myself about to crash right over the edge as his lips slide to my ear.
“Come for me, love.”
That does it.
I shudder, my entire body tightens, and suddenly, I’m exploding on top of him. I crush my lips to his and scream into his mouth as I come, the orgasm shattering through me as he holds me tight. He groans, thrusting deep, and suddenly, he’s right there with me. His thick cock pulses so hard and deep inside of me, and when I feel his hot, sticky cum pumping into me, I fall right into another climax as we cling to each other.
We’re both panting for air as we come to a stop, and when his lips find mine, I kiss him with everything I have, just staying right there on top of him, and never wanting to leave.
* * *
Eventually though, we need to. It’s late, and we both have big days in the morning, and as much as I just want to sleep in his arms again, we both know it’s not possible. Not now, at least.
I groan when he finally helps me off of his lap, but when I squeeze my thighs together and feel the delicious ache of him still lingering there and feel his hot cum still deep inside of me, I moan softly.
We dress, which takes longer than it usually might since we keep kissing each other and playing grab ass as we both laugh quietly. I lead us both through the basement hatch door, out into the cool autumn night air. His hand tangles with mine, and I grin like a big idiot as we walk back towards the gate.
He spins me when we get there, and I fall into him, grinning as I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him deeply.
“I can’t believe you’re going to the freaking Olympics,” I gasp.
He chuckles. “Maybe. It’s a big, big maybe.”
I just shake my head, smiling at him. “With you? No, it’s not.”
He grins, and when his lips sear to mine, I lose myself in it. I kiss him slow and deep, the rest of the world just fading away from us until it’s just him and I.
…Until it’s not.
“Waverly Elizabeth Owens!!”
My heart almost jumps out of my fucking mouth as I scream, jumping away from Camden and whirling.
Oh God.
Because right there, standing outside the back door with a look of rage and horror on her face, is my mom.
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She storms towards us, shaking her head, fury in her eyes. Camden swears quietly, but when he steps close to me and starts to put his arm around me almost protectively, my mom loses it.
“Get your fucking hands off of her, you piece of shit!” She hisses, a snarl on her face as she jabs a finger at him.
“Natasha—”
“No, Camden! Don’t you fucking Natasha me!”
“Mom!”
“Get in the house, Waverly!”
“No, mom, will you stop?”
She yanks her gaze to me, her eyes narrowing. “I said get in the house, Waverly!”
“No! Mom, listen to me!”
“Did he touch you?!” She screams, her eyes brimming with tears. “Did he fucking—”
“Natasha,” Camden growls. “Just—”
“She is a child, you fucking monster!” she snarls at him.
“Mom, I’m not.”
“You’re eighteen, Waverly! The hell you’re not, and he’s old enough to know that!”
“Mom, I love him!” I blurt out, my pulse racing. I reach out, my hand finding his as I squeeze it tight. Mom mom’s face tightens, her eyes wild as she shakes her head.