Page 90 of Puppy Love

“Come here.”

She obeys, sliding her body between my legs before lowering her face. I shake my head.

“Turn around. I want to see that perfect ass of yours.”

Cam hesitates, but turns around slowly, her supple round ass on display just for me.

Fuck, she’s perfect.

I buck my hips, dragging my swollen clit along it just once. Then, I grip her waist and pull her on top of me, so her pussy is lined up with my mouth.

“God, baby. The pillow was that good?” I ask, sliding a finger up her center. My finger returns, slick and shiny from her mess.

Cam whines.

“You have to earn this one,” I say.

She doesn’t hesitate any longer. Her mouth presses against my aching clit, her tongue dancing circles around it. My body jolts from the contact, my back arching as I let out a moan. She scoots back, pushing that perfect pink pussy into my mouth. My arms wrap around her thighs, pulling her in tight while I press my own tongue into her.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpers, and I take it as my cue to keep going. Cam takes me apart quickly, her fingers moving fast but her tongue moving faster. My fingers dig into her soft luscious thighs as she rocks her heat into me, my tongue pushing in and out of her firmly. My thumb dances over her clit in tight wet circles.

“Shit,” I mumble, bucking my hips. The pressure inside of me builds, Cam’s thighs shaking within my grasp. God, she feels heavenly.

“Violet, I have to—”

“I know, baby. Me too.”

She lets out a high-pitched moan, when my thumb hits her clit for one last time. Her hips rock, my tongue curling inside of her, and my own hips thrust into her. Moans force their way out of me, some of her name, some of curse words, some of nothing but pure bliss and pleasure. My body tenses against the friction, and just as I’m about to unravel, my mouth fills with sweet, warm liquid, and Cam lets out a moan that is closer to a squeal.

Holy fuck.

She collapses onto me, my own orgasm forcing its way out just from the sheer arousal of Cam coming inside of my mouth. I swallow, letting my tongue travel along my lower lip and she rolls onto the bed on her back.

Her cheeks are dark red, and her hands are covering her face, embarrassed. I sit up, wiping the sides of my mouth with a smile.

“Fuck, Cam,” I groan. “Has that ever happened before?”

She shakes her head, still hiding her face. I grab her wrist, pulling her hand down to look at her earnestly.

“Cam, you are fucking perfect.”*

“Will he ever stop growing?” I lean against the paint-chipped barn door, muddy snow caked on my brand-new boots. Major’s sprawled out on his back in front of Hayden and I, wriggling in the cold sludge. Our regular meetup was moved to Ayers’ Acres, the farm Hayden’s parents own because, and I quote, “farming never stops and the cows don’t give a flying fuck how cold it is.”

“I think he might have been mixed with giraffe,” Hayden answers with a gleaming grin. He shovels a mound of dirty snow-covered hay onto the pitchfork gripped in his hands and tosses it into the pile beside me. “How’s Reese doing?”

My stomach tenses for a second, flashbacks from that night racing through my mind. Reese is totally fine. He’s great, actually, almost healed entirely. I, on the other hand, can’t bear the thought of him ever interacting with another dog again. Sure, he sees Dawson pretty often, but like his mother, Dawson’s predictable. I don’t have to worry about what damage he might cause.

“He’s good. He got his stitches out on Friday.”

“That’s great!” Hayden smiles, leaning the pitchfork against the barn. “I’m sure it’s a bit easier, seeing as Cam went through the same thing.”

“What?” My head snaps up, a valley forming between my knitted brows. Hayden furrows his own brows, his eyes pooling with bewilderment.

“Yeah. Cody’s dog went after Dawson once. It wasn’t as bad as Reese’s attack, though. All his injuries were superficial. She didn’t tell you?”

I shake my head, still stunned. Why wouldn’t Cam tell me this? Why is she always protecting Cody?

“Well,” I say, buying time to make up an excuse that sounds valid but feels inaccurate. “It was kind of an unforeseen circumstance, so maybe she forgot.”

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