Page 12 of Stolen Holidays
His large hands slide up the back of my thighs and under my sweater dress. He hooks his fingers over the top of my tights and panties and waits for my permission to continue.
“Yes,” I pant.
As Cam peels my bottoms down my legs, his calloused fingers graze my skin, sending electric currents through my body. He spreads my thighs into a butterfly stretch and places my trapped ankles behind his neck.
Cam hisses. “Already so wet and ready for me.” His tongue darts out and licks the line of my slit. “Fuck, you smell and taste so good, Itty Bitty. I could eat your pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, with a double dose for dessert, and I’d still be hungry for more.”
I grip the sink behind me, my head falling back with a whimper, as Cam buries his face between my thighs. His grip is firm, utterly unyielding, as he unleashes his magical tongue on my clit in a fast and furious effort to bring my orgasm to the brink as quickly as possible.
I buck my hips into Cam’s mouth, searching for my release. My grip tightens on the sink as my orgasm crests to the edge and the tension between my thighs hits the breaking point. Cam grunts as his lips wrap around my clit, and the vibrations send me over the cliff.
“Cameron,” I whisper, doing my best to keep quiet, as I try to ride out my orgasm.
But Cam has other ideas. In a flash, I’m lifted, flipped around, and bent over the counter, my feet dangling off the ground.
In the mirror, I find Cam with his hand already on his freed cock, stroking the gloriously hard appendage that brings me endless orgasms. “Hands on the mirror.”
I do as I’m told as my fiancé steps behind me, bunches my dress up to my waist, and spreads my ass cheeks apart with his hands. He runs his thumb through my slit, collecting my arousal on the pad, and presses it to my back entrance. He massages the sensitive ring, adding the perfect amount of pressure.
My mouth falls open into a perfect O shape as he plays with my asshole.
“My girl is so fucking dirty.”
I hum in agreement and wiggle my hips, begging him to give me more.
Cam shakes his head. “I told you: don’t make a sound. All those sexy little moans are for me and my ears only. Understand?”
I nod and bite my bottom lip; I trap my moans of ecstasy like he instructs. Cam smirks in the mirror as he bends and lines up the tip of his cock with my slick channel. “Good girl.”
Without warning, he slams into me just the way I like. That familiar pinch of pain brings forth a wave of euphoria that washes over me. My pussy drips for him and clenches around his length like a vise.
I live for the barbaric way in which Cam fucks me. The ache he leaves between my legs lingers long after he’s gone. It’s a constant reminder of the way Cam loves me and worships my body atthe same time. Even when we, as Cam likes to say, fuck like wild animals.
It’s raw and dirty and exactly what I need. Forever.
We lock eyes, and I can see the love and adoration in his hazel-green orbs as he slowly slides in and out of me. I keep my mouth shut, scared to make a sound, as I pour every ounce of my love for him into my gaze.
He sees and mouths,I love you,as he wraps my hair around his free fist and thrusts into me, hitting that spot deep inside that only he can reach, over and over again.
Cam hinges over, bringing us chest to back, tilts my head to the side, and whispers into my ear, “That’s it, my pretty little wife. Take my fat cock like the good little slut you are.”
His words do me in. My pussy pulses around him as another orgasm builds—lower and deeper this time. I press my palms into the mirror, pushing back onto his dick so he can get deeper with every thrust. Between Cam ramming me from behind and bumping my clit into the counter, I am so close. I just need…
As if he can read my thoughts, Cam slips his thumb through the tight ring of my asshole and pushes it in deep. He angles his cock just right and hits my G-spot, making us both hiss at the delicious sensation. He pumps his hips, hard and fast, until we both come in a blaze of white-hot heat and fireworks.
Cam releases my hair and grips my throat, turning my chin with his thumb so he can kiss me. His tongue delves between my lips and explores my mouth until his hips slow to a stop, and he removes his thumb from my asshole.
“Holy shit, that was fucking hot.”
I slump forward and rest my forehead on the cool glass. “I don’t think I can walk.”
Cam chuckles, and I close my eyes, listening to the sound of his clothes ruffling as he puts his cock back inside his pants. “Don’t worry. I’ll carry you home.”
I open my eyes to find Cam wetting a folded piece of paper towel. He gently wipes me clean, like he always does.
Tears make my throat tight. The care this man shows me is unreal. I can’t believe he’s mine. All six-foot-five of him. An insanely hot, talented baseball player who could have any woman in the world, and he chose me.
Too weak to move until Cam grips my hips and helps me to my feet, I stay facing forward, watching him. He falls to his knees and nips my butt—a move he does regularly—making my clit throb all over again. He slides my tights and panties back into place and smooths my dress down over my backside.
