Page 81 of Knotted Laces

That hot water is directed between my legs.

“Cam!” I cry.

“Oh no, cupcake,” he murmurs, nipping at the underside of my jaw, “you started this war…”

I gasp as his fingers join in with the spray of water.

“…and now you’re going to finish.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Cam

“Finishit?”she asks, head dropping back, eyes half-mast.

“Hmm?” I rip her sodden tank over her head, send it flying across the room.

The rug beneath my feet is soaked, and I shift her so I can direct the stream of water into the sink—well, on her clit andtheninto the sink.

“I’ll finish—” I slip a finger into that tight cunt, and she gasps before she finishes, “Th-the war?”

Ah.

“No, cupcake,” I say gruffly, stripping her pants off her ankles and tossing them in the direction of her tank. “You’ll finish on my fingers”—I slip another inside, already feeling the walls of her pussy clenching around me—“and then on my tongue”—I suckle at her breasts, revel in her moans—“and then on my cock.”

A sharp inhale, that cunt convulsing as her orgasm rolls through her.

I fuck her with my fingers, in and out, in and out, prolonging her pleasure with the stream of water, waiting until she’s limpand sated before I turn off the faucet, drop the nozzle in the sink and then lift her from the counter.

Onto the wet rug, the soaked material making her eyes flash wide.

I take advantage of that and shove her thighs wide, dropping to my knees and diving for her pussy.

Sweet and tart, slick pleasure on my tongue and tight fingers in my hair. Her hips buck and she grinds against me, seeking out what I’m determined to give her. She’s beautiful in her need, determined in her movements, gorgeous as she climbs that peak.

Up. Up. Up.Over?—

“Cam!” she cries.

A gush of liquid on my tongue, her fingers tightening in my hair, a moan that’s so loud, I’d worry it might wake the neighbors if I gave a fuck.

I don’t.

Because I’m reaching for my wallet, for a condom.

Rolling it down, barely able to take a breath and make sure she’s with me before I thrust home and rut into her like an animal.

“Now,” she orders, gripping my hips, her nails biting into my ass.

I notch my cock at her entrance and thrust to the hilt, loving the clamp of her pussy, how she wraps her legs around me as I fuck her hard and fast.

It’s hard to gain purchase with so much water on the floor, but I’m determined, and so is she…

And it wouldn’t matter if the world was collapsing around us?—

I’m making her come again.

Because my own orgasm is right there.

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