Page 118 of Cam Girl

My heart pumps harder looking at him. He makes my mouth go dry and my pussy wet.

It feels so good to have him touch me this way, to want me. To know I’m able to ask for what I need and not feel like it’s too much.

Things with Soren are primal and chaotic. They are a deep well and a bonfire waiting for me at the bottom. Aiden is different as he soothes a different sort of ache inside of me. Another piece of me in need of being seen and acknowledged. Even if it’s just for tonight.

I sigh when he pulls his mouth from mine and kisses down my neck, scraping his teeth lightly against my collarbone. His fingers pry at the hem of my shirt and he tugs it over my head.

“I’ve seen these tits in your videos on the app,” he says. “And once in the dark. They’re much better in person.”

He lifts one, spying my freckles, and groans. His callused thumb brushes over them and I shiver.

He scoots us back on the bed until he’s flat against the mattress, drawing a squeal out of me. Then he pulls me down to him and latches onto one hard nipple.

The pull of his mouth causes an answering tug in mycore. My sleep shorts are soaked through, and his cock presses into me, strained by his pants. He’s so hard.

God. And the way he looks at me?—

“Turn around and get on your knees,” Aiden requests.

His hands are on my thighs and toying with the edge of my shorts. I shift, grinding along his cock before turning and showing him my ass.

I tense, biting down on my lip, when his hands move to cup me. Will he hate it? Will he make a comment on the size or the dimples, the stretch marks?

“This fucking ass, Gilli, I swear to god. I want to bite every inch of it.”

“I—” I stop myself from telling him how much I hate it.

He grabs my shorts and tugs them down. I move forward on my hands, allowing him to pull them off, but the motion gives him a front row seat to my southern climes.

“You’re dripping wet, aren’t you? You are absolutely soaked,” he whispers. “Fuck.”

He strips my panties off one ankle and then the other before tugging me backward and settling. Then sweeps his tongue across my core and laps at me, then sucks deeply at my clit.

The sucking motion is pure pleasure. He makes me mindless in half a heartbeat and I’m panting, digging into the sheets with my nails.

This position brings his cock right in front of my face. I pull at the drawstrings of his sweatpants until it bobs free, the bulbous head already slicked with precum. I pump his dick with my hand until he groans.

“You have no idea how fucking good it feels to have your hands on me,” he mutters.

I feel every word and the heat of his breath tickles me.

“You mean like this?” I gently scrape my nails from the underside of the head down to the base and cup his balls.

Aiden loses his breath, his body stiffening. “Dammit, Gilli.”

My name, dragged animalistic from the back of his throat, is an aphrodisiac.

A splinter of reality intercedes. “This doesn’t hurt you?” I whisper. “This position? My…weight?”

Aiden only growls and buries his face in me. “I’m fine.” I feel his words on my core.

The first salty taste of him on my tongue makes me shiver. I dip my tongue across his slit and down the curve of the head of his dick, all along the shaft before I suck him deep into my throat.

Aiden jerks, sending his cock to my uvula.

Sixty-nine isn’t my forte, but with him…

He lets me move on him, the two of us finding a rhythm that works for us both. I grind down into his mouth, the glide of his tongue lifting me to greater heights. It’s agony and it’s bliss and his mouth seems to know how to eat me.

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