Page 92 of Her Filthy Grump
“Have they?” He carries me to the sofa and eases into the cushions. Once we’re settled, I flick my tongue along the column of his neck.
A low growl he emits between his lips sends a sense of urgency to my throbbing pussy. “God, I want you.”
The pulse in his throat pounds in an erratic rhythm against my lips. “You talk too much.” He yanks my shirt out of my pants and over my head. The fabric lands on the floor behind us. He lifts me up and pulls down the cup of my bra.
When his mouth clamps down on my breast, I shiver and arch my back to give him better access. His mouth sucks at my flesh as his tongue repeatedly flicks over the tight nipple. “Kam, I don’t want to wait. I need you.”
The realization that I almost threw this away still haunts me. The only thing that will drive it away is his warmth. The hardness of his body. His steely strength thrusting into me and pushing all those memories away.
His mouth pops off my tit, and the lust in his eyes causes my clit to vibrate with desire. He bites his bottom lip and studies me. “I want to taste your sweet pussy, but I can wait.”
“Please.” I want his mouth on me, but later. “Make love to me. Convince me that you’ll never leave me.”
“Darlin’, I’ll never leave you. You’re mine and always will be.” He grabs the waistband of my leggings and yanks them down, exposing my bare bottom to the chill of the room. Not that it does anything to cool me down. Nothing will until I achieve a glorious orgasm. One only Kameron can give. Masturbation is fine, but nothing compares to the real thing.
I wiggle out of my pants as he yanks open the fly of his jeans. His cock thrusts into view, and my mouth waters. “Maybe a little foreplay.” I grasp the base of his shaft and stroke up and down his hardness. The heat of his flesh feels perfect under my fingertips.
He hisses and shifts his hips to give me better access. “You’re a tease.” His eyes flash. “You deny me what I want. Yet selfishly jerk me off.”
I laugh and increase my movements. His hand slides between our bodies. “If I slip a finger inside you, how soon will you scream my name? Ten seconds? Five?”
“One.” I pout and wiggle toward his hand. His fingers brush the juncture between my sex and my thigh.
“We can’t have that.” He waggles his eyebrows.
“Damn it, Kameron,” I whine and press against his thigh, trying to achieve relief by grinding on him.
“Oh, baby girl, do you need some help?” he asks as his mouth latches on my neck, and his fingers brush the curls above my clit.
When he swipes the pad of his thumb over my sensitive nerves, I jump and gasp, “God, yes.”
“I’ll take God.” He thrusts two fingers deep inside me, and I spread my thighs wider.God, yes.The words pound through my head over and over in time with his lunging fingers. “You’re so sweet. I can smell you. I can feel your pussy tightening for me. Are you close, baby girl? Are you going to come for me?”
My mouth hangs open as he works his magic inside my core. His fingers curl and swipe over my G spot. Each movement draws me ever closer to release. “Fuck. Yes. It feels so fucking good.” I lunge my hips forward and scream as white lights crash all around me. “Fuck, Kam.”
“Such a good girl, coming all over my fingers.” He removes his hand from my center and pierces me with his cock. “You’re all mine. This pussy is all mine.”
“Oh, Kameron. God, yes.” My body sucks and convulses over his flesh as he lunges into me. His hands grasp my hips as I ride his hardness. Nothing has ever felt this exquisite.
I’ve heard of multiple orgasms, and with Kameron, I’ve had more than one in a night, but never one after another. Is that even a thing?
As we work in unison, every nerve in my body is overloaded with sensation. I want an entire lifetime of this. I want marriage and babies. I want to sleep next to him. To get up in the morning and sit side by side, eating breakfast, and doing a crossword puzzle. Damn. I’m losing my mind. I hate crossword puzzles. No one ever knows the ten-letter word for a popular plastic.
Maybe we can feed each other strawberries, and he can lay me over the table. Yeah, that sounds better. I gasp with each lunge of his hips as his dick rides along my G spot and slams to the hilt.
“I want you to come on my cock. I want to feel your sweet pussy sucking me off.” Sweat slides down his forehead as the muscles in his neck tighten like the cords of a guitar. His firm thighs slap against the back of my thighs until I feel like he’s a battering ram slamming into me. And it’s fucking awesome.
Each time the crown of his dick slices over my G spot, my muscles tighten.I’m so close.I let my head fall back, exposing my breasts to him. His mouth clamps on my nipple.God, yes.The alternating of his sucking and flicking is perfect. I shift my pelvis forward and spread my thighs as far as I can. “God, yes. Right there.”
“Fuck, Doll, you’re killing me.” His movements are erratic as he pierces my sex.
“Oh, God, Kam. I’m coming.” I shatter into a million pieces as he thrusts into me.
“That’s it. Come all over my dick like a good girl.” He stiffens and grunts as his dick twitches inside my sex. “Yes, baby, milk that cock.”
Chapter Sixty
Kameron