Page 44 of Keep Me

I cross my arms over my chest. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Camille straightens and closes the distance between us, her hands wrapping around the back of my neck. “Ryker, it’s okay to laugh, you know.”

“I know. It’s just odd I find something to laugh at. My focus is everything this year, and—”

“Right now, I want you to focus on making me come.”

Her silvery eyes gaze into mine, so confident and trusting, with a sheen of desire. I don’t know where this version of Camille came from, but I am fucking here for it. I waste no time and slam my lips to her as I grip the sides of her face with both of my hands. My kiss is demanding, and she’s giving me everything I want, her lips parting to let me in.

One of my hands moves to the back of her head while the other grips her ass, pulling her body against mine. Our tongues work in tandem as we find our rhythm, both of our lips melding together in unison. It’s crazed yet controlled and sensual. It’s fucking everything.

I trail kisses down her jaw until I reach her neck. My teeth scrape against her sensitive skin, causing her body to jolt against mine.

She curses in French under her breath, her hands moving to my hair as she tugs on the strands. The slight pain turns me on even more, and my cock presses against my joggers painfully.

I suck, kiss, and lick her neck, finding out what spots make her squirm. I finally do when my lips press against the dip between her neck and her shoulder.

Camille’s leg hitches around my waist, and I hold it in place. I gently press her back against the door, all while my lips work along her neck, never once breaking contact. Her body grinds against mine, a breathy moan hitting my ear and sending shivers down my spine.

Her thin yoga shorts do nothing to conceal how wet she is as she rubs her pussy against me. I adjust her slightly so that she’s aligned with my cock, and I look between us, enthralled by the image of her rocking her body against mine. She slides against me, her pussy hitting my cock just right, and I nearly come in my pants like a fucking teenager.

“Where do you want me? What do you need from me?” I ask, breathless. We’ve barely explored each other and the feelings I’m experiencing are more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before.

Her hands disentangle from my hair and land on my shoulders where she begins to press. She’s not strong enough to actually push me down, but I follow her order nonetheless.

My knees hit the tiled floor, my eyes not once leaving hers. “I need w—”

“You need to put your mouth on my pussy,” she pants, her lust-ridden eyes gazing down into mine.

“More than happy to, baby,” I say, but my voice doesn’t sound like my own. It’s deeper, filled with so much desire I might never escape it.

I skate my hands up her legs, stopping once I reach the waistband of her shorts. I tug them down until they reach the floor and help her get one foot out of them but leave them on the ankle of her other foot.

My eyes immediately fixate on the lacy lavender thong. Correction, soaked thong.

Christ, she’s so wet I can see it coating the inside of her thighs, and the sight makes me fucking feral for this girl. I lean forward, running my nose up and down her slit and breathing her in.

Camille’s hands find my hair and a soft little mewl leaves her lips.

“I’m sorry,” I apologize, balling her panties up in one fist.

“Don’t even…”

Me shredding her panties cuts her off, and I discard them in my pocket.

Camille mutters something in French, but I don’t hear it because the sight of her bare pussy for the first time has me speechless. She’s glistening with arousal, and it’s because of me. On top of that, her pussy is fucking perfect.

I lift her leg off the ground and set it over my shoulder, opening her up to me. Then my fingers reach up to her slit and I part her, flicking my tongue against her clit.

Camille bucks off the door, her nails digging into my scalp.

“Mmm,” I groan against her, blowing a breath on her clit. “How is everything about you so pretty? Your face, your heart, and even your drenched pussy.”

“Why don’t you put your tongue on it, see if it tastes just as pretty as it looks?”

I lean back slightly to look at her in fucking awe, because her demanding exactly what she wants is the sexiest thing. I spread her once more, then dive in, sealing my lips around her clit and tugging on it. Camille moans loudly, then slaps a hand over her mouth. Under normal circumstances, I’d take her hand off, because there’s nothing hotter than hearing her, but I’ll let it pass since we’re in public and anyone could hear.

I switch up the pressure, sucking harder and then gentler on her clit. Her hips roll against my face in response and my tongue comes into play, licking her slit from top to bottom, savoring every inch of her arousal as it soaks my face.

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