Page 60 of Grudge Puck
“Hmm,” she mulled, tapping her chin. “I guess any of that sounds okay.”
I lowered my voice. “Or, we could skip all that and head back to my hotel instead.” I gave her ass a playful spank, and let my hand stay there for a beat. I gave a gentle squeeze and savored the satisfying firmness of her butt.
But Camille didn't hit me back for being a sleaze, like I expected.
Instead she gave me her eyes, which sparkled even in the dark of the night. “Beau Bradford. You never stop, do you?”
“Guess not,” I said. And before either of us had a second thought, I threw my arm into the air and hailed a cab. A car pulled over immediately and Camille giggled with surprise.
“You're unbelievable, Beau.”
But when I opened the door for her? She pressed her lips against mine, gave me an excited kiss, and slid right into the car.
Hell yeah.
***
Just like last night, we could barely keep our hands off each other in the back of that cab. As soon as I pulled that door shut, I swooped in and cupped Camille's soft cheeks and kissed her. With a quiet moan, she melted into my mouth, her sweet breath warm against my lips.
While we kissed, her wayward hands found their way into my lap. And then her fingers found my manhood. She ran her palm up and down my stirring length, teasing my cock into a snake that quickly began to curl around my thigh.
“You better stop. Or else you're gonna make me walk through the hotel lobby sporting this thing.”
She giggled, but her hand didn't leave my erection. “I won't be ashamed if people know you're hung.”
By the time the cab dropped us off at the hotel, my balls were heavy with cum and aching from her tease. I positioned Camille just in front of me while we walked to hide my throbbing boner from the crowded lobby.
Buteven that was too much for Camille. The pout on her face looked so innocent while we waited for the elevator—but a closer look would show you what a wild girl she really was. She pressed her bottom against my hardness and glided her round, soft ass up and down my length.
Gulp.
A middle-aged couple waited for the elevator next to us. The wife was on to us. She watched with a hint of horror and disgust.
“Cam,” I panted quietly.
“Yes?” she teased, still pumping that ass.
I whispered in her ear. “Pst.She sees us.”
She whispered back. “I already told you: I don't care who knows you're hung. Or that I'm with you.”
And then to prove the point, her hips began to pump and glide against my member faster, harder, her hips swiveling and gyrating until it was almost too much for me to take.
“Oh my God,” I sighed under my breath.
Ding!
The elevator doors opened and we rushed in. The wife caught her husband's arm and stopped him from boarding with us.
When the doors closed, Camille turned red and broke into a fit of laughter. “I can't believe I just did that! Did you see the look on her face?!”
“Yes.” I neared her. “Really. You're wild.”
“Isn't that how you want me?” she teased, retreating from me until her back was against the elevator wall. “Wild and dark and dirty?”
“You know it,” I growled.
Hungrily, I claimed her lips. The slither of our luscious tongues together sent jolts of electricity tingling up and down my spine. She wrapped her leg around my waist, and I thrust my hardness against her crotch, making her moan and shiver and—
