Page 60 of Lucky Star

When I sucked her into my mouth, she shivered, and her skin broke out in goosebumps. I parted her folds and ran a single finger over her clit. “So fucking hot,” I whispered, slowly working my finger inside of her as her body writhed. “So soft and wet.”

With one finger, and then another, I pumped in and out of her, each caress finding its way to that magic spot that made her eyes roll up into the back of her head. I went back to work with my mouth, my tongue flicking her clit—fast and insistent at first, and then slow and languidly. Her back arched and her hips bucked as I fucked her with my hands and mouth, and when she came, it was with my name on her lips.

But I wasn’t done yet.

I hadn’t gotten my fill of her sweet, delectable pussy. I wanted to taste her on my tongue when I woke up in the morning. I wanted to own her body; to have her see me across a crowded room and grow wet.

Every part of me was focused on every part of her, the pleasure I got from giving her pleasure.

“Cameron, please,” she breathed in entreaty. “Please, please, please,” she changed as her release mounted.

I gave her what we both needed; fucked her with my lips, tongue, and fingers until I felt the fluttering of another orgasm flicker over my tongue. But before it hit, I pulled her down on top of me, and, taking her hand, helped guide my cock to her slick, juicy opening. Grabbing her hips, I thrust up, driving into her again and again. Within seconds another orgasm rocked through her, and I joined her in oblivion.

Our mouths came together in a fiery crash of desire, our tongues tangling and parrying. I pulled her tight against me and told her with my body just how much I loved her, how much she meant to me, and how I never wanted to be without her … while she did the same.

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