Page 68 of Stolen Bases

I hum around his mushroom tip as thoughts of him taking control have my arousal dripping down my thighs.

“Fuck, Tals. Don’t do that, or I’ll come down your fucking throat faster than I want.”

I hum again, and he growls. I look up to find him with his head thrown back and his eyes closed. His grip on my braid tightens, and I hum again.

I want him to lose control, and I want to be the one who makes him.

His chin drops to his chest as his eyes open and he stares at me, his eyelids heavy with lust. “I see. You want me to come in your mouth. You want to drink down every drop of my cum, don’t you, my naughty pixie?”

Placing my hands on the globes of his ass, I squeeze, confirming my intention.

He nods in understanding. “If it gets to be too much, tap my thigh and I’ll stop.”

I tap his thigh, letting him know I understand.

“Relax your throat and breathe through your nose.”

With a big inhale through my nose, I relax my throat and let Cam take control. He moves his hips, pumping his cock into my mouth with slow strokes, progressively going deeper with each passing thrust. The next time he hits the back of my throat, I’m ready and I don’t gag.

“Fuck yes. Just like that, baby. Look at you taking my cock like my good little slut.” My watery eyes find his as he gauges my reaction to his slight degradation.

The way my pussy flutters at him calling me a good little slut is surprising. It’s not something I thought I would like, but who am I kidding? I like everything Cam says and does to me.

I moan around his cock in approval.

“Oh fuck, you liked that, didn’t you?”

I tap his thigh.

Cam moves the hand cupping my cheek to my neck. “You have no idea what you’ve just done, itty bitty.”

I think I do, and I’m prepared for all the consequences.

I relax my throat more and push my face forward, taking more of Cam’s cock down. I can feel the inhuman growl vibrating in his chest radiate throughout his body as he finally breaks free from whatever was holding him back and fucks my mouth.

“Swallow,” Cam grunts.

The grip on my neck tightens as he forces himself down my throat another inch. I do as he demands and wring one last gulp around his fat cock. Light dances before my eyes, popping and sparkling at the edges. Blood roars in my ears, and I hear Cam bite back a shout as warm liquid spills down my throat.

Cam pulls out until only the tip of his cock is in my mouth as he spills the rest of his cum on my tongue. I swallow it all down as I gasp for air.

“Holy shit,” Cam wheezes as his knees give out and he falls onto his back on the sunbed.

Pride fills me to the brim as I take in his messy, half-dead state.

“I think you just sucked my soul right out of my cock. Who the hell taught you to hold your breath and swallow like that?” He throws a hand over his eyes as he takes ragged breaths. “Actually, don’t tell me. I can’t go to prison for murder.”

I throw my head back and laugh.

With ninja-like reflexes, Cam sits up and pulls me onto his lap. “It’s not funny. I’m serious.”

His declaration only makes me laugh harder.

Cam grabs my head between his palms and kisses me, killing my laugh. His tongue swirls with mine in silky smooth licks. The taste of our combined arousal is a heady concoction that has me snapping out of my lust-filled haze.

I push him back. “Wait.”

“What? Why?” Cam leans in to kiss me again, but I hold him back.

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