Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
She giggles before apologizing. “I’m sorry. You caught me by surprise.”
“More surprises to come,” I say and pull her back down, shoving my tongue deep inside. She squirms, doesn’t cry out but utters a groan that I swear makes the whole cabin shake.
I push her up a bit to free my mouth and make a suggestion. “Something inside your mouth might help keep you quiet.”
Once again, she giggles, and it’s not silly like a girl, but it makes me grin.
“Understood,” she says, and then I get no warning. She dives on top of me, taking my cock in deep.
My hips tilt up and my fingers flex into her ass again, most likely leaving bruises. I have to grit my teeth to stop from barking out a lustful moan, and I realize… she has some experience. She sucks on me hard, pulls back to the tip, and then laves her tongue all around it.
Christ… she’s absolutely going to destroy me.
The only way I know to get some semblance of control is to concentrate more on what I want to do than what she’s doing to me.
I give her a long lick, and she responds with a hard pull of her mouth on my dick. I’m man enough to admit that she’s going to drive me over the edge quickly, not just because of her talented mouth but because I’ve got her sitting on my face and I have to hold her tight since she’s squirming all over the place. The fact I’m driving her crazy is driving me crazy.
Well, that, and now she’s playing with my balls while she blows me.
I use my tongue, my lips, and my teeth. I lift and rotate my head to reach all the right parts, manage to get my lips around her clit and suck on it. I twist my neck and bite the inside of her thigh, causing her to yelp around my dick, but she never misses a beat. Just sucks and strokes and fondles, and I can feel my balls tightening.
I nibble at her clit before I lash at it hard with my tongue. Camille cries over my cock with her need to release, but she keeps on giving me the best head of my life. I want her to come and come now, so I press two fingers into her pussy and drive them in deep.
Beautifully, Camille comes—her entire body quakes, slick walls pulsing around my fingers. I don’t know if it’s her intention or a reflex from the power of her orgasm, but she takes my cock in so deep, I can feel the tip breach the back of her throat, and it’s all I need to tumble after her.
My ass cheeks squeeze hard as I explode, flooding her mouth. Even as she continues to quake with her orgasm, my fingers pumping inside her, Camille doesn’t leave my dick alone. She sucks and licks and takes every fucking drop.
Like I said… I knew she’d destroy me.
When our bodies come down off the high, my dick slips out of her mouth. She falls forward and collapses on my body, her wet pussy on my chest and her cheek resting on my shinbone. I stare at the cabin ceiling, my hand stroking her hips and back, relishing the softness of her skin that I have not had time to appreciate.
I glance over at the bedside clock and see that I have been gone from Paul’s presence for a good fifteen minutes. I checked my watch before I headed to the entertainment suite to talk to Camille.
Squeezing her hips gently, I say, “We need to get dressed and get back out there so we don’t arouse suspicions.”
“Okay,” she murmurs, and without any demands for post-orgasm cuddles or conversation, she rolls off my body and the bed. I follow, and we collect our clothes, putting them on quickly.
After pulling her shirt over her head, I glance at her and do a double take.
Yes, her hair is slightly messy, but a quick brush will fix it. Unfortunately, though, her lips are swollen and red, indicating to any astute person—and I know Paul to be one—it’s clear she’s been sucking cock.
I step into her and brush my thumb across her lower lip. “You can’t go out looking like this.”
Her eyes lift to meet mine. “Like what?”
“Like you just gave me the best blow job I’ve ever had in my life,” I mutter.
Camille’s eyes brighten, and you’d think she’d just won a gold medal. “Really? You’re not just saying that to flatter me, are you?”
I bark out a short laugh, grab her by the back of her head, and give her a hard, swift kiss. When our lips part, I assure her, “I’d never do that.”
Camille laughs softly, her hand holding my wrist, and I can see she’s pleased with herself.