Page 54 of Puppy Love

“That was not a tribute,” she says, frowning. “It was revenge. Every time you see it, you’ll remember spilling tequila all over my favorite dress.”

I step close to her, my lips grazing hers delicately as her eyes flutter up to look at me in aggravation.

“That dress,” I say, sliding my hand against her jaw. “Was already stained. And that description—“ My thumb runs across her lower lip, and Cam’s breath hitches. “Sounds a lot like a tribute.”

Cam huffs, but I don’t let her finish getting it out before I press back up against her, this time reaching for the button of her pants. I snap it open, dragging the zipper down before hooking my fingers in the denim belt loops.

“Wait, Violet! Don’t—”

I’m getting real fucking tired of this woman telling me what to do. I yank them down, trying to pull off her pants but—

“Violet!”

I look down, my fingers still curved into hooks but not attached to anything. Two, thin strips of denim hang off of the waistband of Cam’s jeans, her pale skin peeks through the small holes where they had just been attached. Blood rushes to her face, and I swear a vein starts peeking through the skin on her forehead.

“Those were my favorite jeans,” she snaps.

I shrug. “I’ll buy you new ones.”

Then I dip my fingers into her waistband, and tug the jeans the rest of the way off. They’re tight against her body, so I don’t even need to try to take the underwear along with them. It just happens on its own. My hands hook on the backside of her thighs, but Cam pushes me away again. Why is she always pushing me away?

“Wait, wait—” She shakes her head. “I’m not doing this again while you’re fully clothed.”

I frown.

“I wasn’t fully clothed last week.”

She shoots me an unimpressed expression. “I’m not consenting until your clothes are off,” she declares, crossing her arms over her naked body.

God, Cam is sexy. And beautiful too. She’s got these light pink nipples, the same color of her lips. And the pear-shaped curve of her body makes me feral, I swear. All I want is to get my hands back on that delightful ass of hers.

But nothing turns me on like her eyes. She tells me everything with them, even things she’ll never say out loud. I never thought something so pure could make me so desperate. I stare into them, plastering a wide smirk on my face as I unbutton my own pants, pull them down, and step out of them.

Cam’s eyes widen and lock onto me as her lips slowly part. I continue smiling as I pull my shirt over my head, followed by my sports bra, before letting them both drop to the floor.

The cold air hits my clit and my breasts all at once, causing the hairs on my body to stand up. My nipples harden around the solid metal bars, and I watch Cam cross her legs, her muscles tensing.

“May I approach?” I ask sarcastically. “Or is the Ice Princess still not satisfied?”

Cam stares, shaking her head, but then nods instead. I chuckle as I step closer to her and allow my cold hands to glide across her bare skin.

“Better?” I ask, tilting my head to get better access to her collarbone. My lips press against the skin, sucking softly at first, then harder. Cam hisses.

“Yes,” she whines, pushing her body into mine. I smile against her skin, then loop my hands under her thighs and scoop her off the ground.

She grabs at my back frantically.

“Violet! What the fuck are you doing?” she squeals. I continue walking over to the laundry room, then plop her right on top of the washing machine.

“I thought this was about trying new things,” I say innocently. Then, I lock eyes with her as I reach out, and turn the knob on the washing machine, pressing “start.”

Cam’s brows press together, a small “v” forming between them.

“Violet, I—”

But the washing machine starts, the soft hum of it vibrating the entire appliance, and Cam’s eyes grow wide, her brows shooting up. Her body sways with the rumble of the machine, her thighs shaking. God, I just want to put my face between them. Cam looks at me, bewildered.

“I can stop, if you want,” I offer, even though it’s the last thing on Earth I want to do. Thankfully, Cam shakes her head. My hand slides between her legs, scooting them apart slowly in the process. She swallows, gripping the edges of the washing machine nervously. That beautiful pussy reveals itself to me slowly the more I keep spreading her open.

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