Page 36 of Wifey
My hips moved in tandem with his tongue as I grabbed my breasts and squeezed the hardened nipples. Cameron was teasing me, without saying a word. He wanted me to ride his face and tongue. He wanted me to come hard all over his beard. He wanted to own my pussy and I wasn’t going to stop him.
I felt the light flutters of orgasm approach and I felt tormented. I wanted to come, but I wanted more. Cameron seemingly read my mind and began to taunt my body, coaxing me to the point of orgasm but never letting me climax.
Again.
And again.
And again.
My body was coated with beads of sweat and Cameron’s tongue became faster and hungrier on me. The cries and moans escaping my mouth became more voracious and my legs began to shake. I couldn’t control any longer.
I finally came with a throaty cry as the orgasm crashed into my body like a tsunami. My legs shook and my body was covered with sweat. I breathed hard as I tried to regain my senses. My body was floating and I didn’t want to come down yet.
Cameron got on his knees and pushed the full length of his cock inside my tight pussy, causing me to gasp and swallow as he stayed still. My cunt pulsated around his cock, suckling along the length and pulling him deeper inside me.
“So damn tight,” Cameron glided in and out of me, caressing one of my legs and holding me steady with the other hand. He rubbed his thumb over my clit while my pussy clenched around his cock.
His thrusts were steady and deep, filling me to the brink, and then withdrawing and making me beg for him. My pussy engulfed him and it showed on his face. Cameron’s lips were pursed and ecstasy splayed across the heavy eyelids.
I owned him as much as he owned me.
Cameron increased the pressure of his fingers along with the quickness of the thrusts. I gasped. He moaned. I clutched at his arms as the headboard banged against the wall. I didn’t care who heard me. I didn’t want it to stop.
“I’m about to come,” I cried. Cameron’s thrusts were more relentless. “I’m about to fucking come all over you dick.” I breathed.
“Come for me, angel.” He taunted. “I want to feel you come on my dick.”
The orgasm built up inside of me until I collapsed back on the bed, spent. Cameron finally stopped and pulled out, stroking his cock. He winked down at me and I immediately opened my mouth for him.
“I want to taste your come.” I begged.
“Fuck!” Cameron moved aside and I immediately moved underneath him. I opened my mouth and squeezed my tits, eagerly awaiting to taste his hot come. I wanted him to mark me and fill me up.
He came hard and fast, spreading his hot seed all over my body and finally in my willing mouth. I lapped it up like a hungry whore, opening my mouth for more. I lifted my head up and sucked the mushroom tip of his cock to milk the rest of it.
“Jesus!” Cameron hissed. I felt his knees buckle and I steadied them with my hands as I continued to suck him off. He reached down and stroked my clit again as I wrapped my lips around his cock. We both were spent, but neither one of us wanted to finish.
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“Why didn’t you kill her?”
Cameron caressed my bare back as we laid in the moonlight. The sheet covered our sweaty bodies and soft Quiet Storm music played in the background. We usually talk about mundane stuff after sex and during the aftercare Cameron loves to give.
This time, the topic is heavier than I anticipated. I didn’t want to bring it up because of what had been going on the past few days, but Cameron’s reaction when he saw Jacqueline was different.
It wasn’t fear in Cameron’s eyes, but there wasn’t respect. Indifference, maybe? It was clear they knew each other on an intimate level and my jealousy prevented me from asking any further questions about that.
Still, Cameron took no action other than politely telling her to leave. I’m sure Cameron didn’t want a bloodbath at Fresh Espresso and neither did I. I wonder why did he have so much restraint towards someone he suspected ordered my father’s death?
“I never kill just for fun or to prove a point,” he begins after a long silence, “either they have harmed me or threatened to harm someone close to me is when I take action. This thing with Jacqueline didn’t just start with your father; it’s been years in the making. As with everything I do, I need proof. I need solid, irrefutable proof of what is going on.
“I have my suspicions with a lot of things Jacqueline may have had a hand in, I don’t know for certain. She’s smart enough to never have anything directly tied to her. Someone may have committed a crime as a part of the EAC, but Jacqueline can – and has done – deny any involvement.
“It’s only when I know for certain, it was her, when I take action. I can suspect all I want, but she knows I can never tie anything back to her.” He strokes my back. “So, I’ll be at an impasse.”
“Do you think she’s going to do anything now?” I rubbed his chest. “I don’t know if I can deal with this much longer, Cam.”
“It’ll cool down. The police are getting involved and it’s in no one’s best interest to continue.” He reassures but I’m still not convinced. “It’ll be quiet for a minute. There won’t be anymore back and forth for a while.”
