Page 56 of Knotted Laces

But that isn’t a conversation for now, isn’t something to decide in the heat of the moment. So, I make a herculean effort to reach up onto the narrow row of shelves, snag my wallet, and pull out the condom that I keep inside.

“Jackpot,” she whispers, tearing the packet open with her teeth and holding it up like it’s the best prize ever.

And then she’s rolling it down the length of my cock, making me see stars. I bite back my groan, the urge to flip her and drive deep and fast into that tight, wet cunt. I’m sweating and myhands are shaking, and my control is razor thin by the time she sits back on her heels and smiles at me.

Fuck.

That self-satisfied smirk isn’t helping.

Not when she’s so fucking beautiful, so confident, so ready to take exactly what she wants.

“Teasing?” I rasp when she circles the base of my cock, her cool fingers stroking the bare skin beneath the edge of the condom.

“Appreciating,” she says. “Knowing that I need to get my mouth on this gorgeous dick again. Knowing that I need to feel you coming down my throat.”

Fuck.

“Cupcake,” I warn.

Her smirk grows and she leans in, brushing her nose against mine. “I’ll get you to explain that nickname.” A press of her lips against mine. “But later. Right now”—she straddles my waist again, rests her palms by my shoulders—”I need you inside.”

I open my mouth, but I don’t get anything out except for a groan because she’s notching the head of my cock at her entrance, shifting her hips, and?—

“Fuck,” I groan.

But she’s right there with me, hissing out a breath as she takes me to the hilt, her moan filling the air, her pussy clamping tightly around me.

It’s intoxicating and dangerous, and I’m desperate to buck up into her, to grasp her waist, to take over.

It would be great.

Butthisis better, watching her face change as she takes me deep, watching her eyes glaze with pleasure, watching her tits bounce as she rides me faster, rides me harder.

“That’s it, baby,” I coax. “Rock those hips. Take me deep. Fuck me hard.”

“Cam,” she whispers. “I?—”

I hear it in her voice, know exactly what she needs now that I’ve tasted her and touched her and been inside her.

She needsmore.

I reach down and slip my hand between us, locating that sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her cunt, stroking my thumb over her clit with no quarter?—

“Cam!”

Yeah, that’s it.

She moves faster, grinding down onto me, her pussy clamping tight, so tight that I can feel my orgasm hovering, knowing that I need to get her there before I fucking blow.

I circle her clit, press more firmly, can’t resist gripping one hip and grinding up into her as she strokes down.

“Oh,” she whispers, her head falling back, her rhythm faltering.

So, I do it again. And then again.

And then?—

“Fuck,” she moans.

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