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I laugh until I snort and then grab the pillow and shove it over my face.
He yanks the pillow off and cups my cheek. “This is how I see you. Laughing and enjoying life. Sex doesn’t have to be serious. We can take pleasure in each other any way we want.”
My heart swells until it can barely be contained inside my ribcage. I love him. There’s no pretending otherwise. “God, I don’t know why you don’t think you’re perf -”
His mouth lands on mine and effectively cuts off the word. I wiggle against him, relishing the feel of his hard body alongside my soft curves. The hairs on his legs brush against my flesh, making my clit twitch in anticipation.
Our tongues slide and thrust against each other as his hand cups my breast. I hold my breath, and he slips the fabric off to expose my nipple. When his mouth sucks the tight nub between his lips, I arch into him and grind my pelvis against his dick. He growls, and the vibration causes an electric current to shoot through my body.
I need more. Now.I scrape my nails up his back and grasp his shoulders. When he pulls back, his eyes bore into mine. We stay like that for several seconds. When it doesn’t become awkward, I smile.
“That’s better.” He grins. “I love how greedy you are. It makes me feel like a warrior claiming his princess.”
“Fuck.” I roll my eyes. “Pretend all you want that you aren’t a romantic. I call bullshit.”
“I’ll give you bullshit,” he grumbles as he slides down my body, yanking off my Sunday underwear, which I’m trashing the second I get up.
He grips my legs and drops my knees to the mattress. “I need to see all this sweet, wet pussy.”
His tongue flicks slowly along the interior of my thigh, and I wiggle my ass on the comforter.Please, get to the good stuff.I grab handfuls of his hair and try to angle him over my clit, but he doesn’t budge. “Damn you.”
“What?” I can feel his smile against my skin as he peppers kisses in the hollow between my thigh and my sex.
“Eat my pussy.” I suck in a sharp breath and still.Did I say that?
He chuckles, licks my sex from asshole to clit, and back to my core. The vibrations from his laughter send me into overdrive.
“Holy shit.” I grind my pelvis against him to keep his tongue where I want it. He responds by thrusting inside my sex and repeatedly lunging at my opening.God, that feels so fucking good.My legs quiver as I ride the onslaught.
When he leans up, I whimper in irritation, but I don’t have to wait long. He rests his elbow on the bed and uses his free hand to thrust two fingers deep into my aching pussy. “Oh, God, Kameron. That feels so good,” I pant and arch into his movements.
“That’s nothing yet, babe.” He clasps his lips over my clit and rhythmically sucks the flesh between his teeth and his fingers flutter and pierce over my G spot. Every inch of my body is straining for orgasm, but I can’t decide whether to seek the release I so desperately want or enjoy his overwhelming devouring of my sex.
I dig my heels into the mattress and spread my thighs as wide as I can. As if he senses my frustration, he shifts to his knees and lifts my legs over his shoulders to feast on my core. I look into his eyes. I can see every movement as I’m splayed in front of him. Instead of being embarrassed, I’ve never been more turned on.
He stops for a second. “I want to watch you squeeze your nipples.”
I convulse but follow his command. My breasts are heaving as my hands knead them and stretch the tips. The addition of pinching my nipples is dragging me closer to the edge.
Just when I think it can’t be any better, his tongue repeatedly laps from my sex to my clit, and I fly over the edge into a smattering of bright lights behind my eyes. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Kameron
The next morning, I wake up with my hand on Layla’s ass and a rock-hard erection. When my dick rubs against her belly, I wince. Is that rug burn?
I fall back against the mattress. How’s that even possible?
That’s a stupid question. I fucked her like a wild man trying to prove that no one else will ever give her as many orgasms as I can. I smirk. I would hazard a guess that she’s not going to find another guy who could give her five orgasms in one night.
She shifts on the mattress and stretches. My eyes narrow into slits as I watch her. There’d better never be another man trying to get into her panties, or I’ll knock the dude the fuck out.
What happens when I leave? My gut clenches. My family’s back in K.C., so at some point, I need to lick my wounds and go back. Don’t I? Would Layla go back with me?
Her face is cast in shadows, so I can’t make out much, but what I can see makes my heart sputter in my chest. I can’t imagine living without her. Hell, I was only surviving before I met her. Being around her is like having shooting rainbows filling the sky. It’s impossible not to be happy around her.
Her eyes flutter open, and she slams her hand over her mouth. “Hey.”