Page 17 of Deluge

“Yeah, a couple of times,” I reply.

Don’t ask me who,I plead silently. I don’t think anything will kill the mood faster than telling her that I’ve paid for this very same thing.

“What about you? Have you been with a guy before?” I ask, inhaling a sharp breath when she reaches up for the waist of my jeans and begins to pull them down.

“One.”

Okay,I think uncomfortably. I didn’t think it would bother me that Camille’s been with anyone before, but it kind of does.

“Don’t worry about that,” she says, catching wind of my sudden demeanor shift. “It’s just us now, and we’re all that matters.”

Before I have a chance to doanything,she pulls my stiffening cock through the fly of my boxers and pushes herself up onto her knees, wrapping her soft lips around the head.

My eyes shut tightly as I lean back and press the palms of my hands to my face. Camille flicks her tongue against the sensitive skin, gently running her hand slowly up and down my shaft, making me harder by the second.

“Fuck, Camille,” I growl when she moves her head and takes more of my cock into her mouth. She places her hand around the base, wrapping it firmly around it, then begins to bob her head up and down.

The sloppy way she leaves streaks of saliva along my shaft as she hungrily sucks my cock is almost enough to make me come, but I manage to hold onto it.

I push myself up to an elbow, balancing myself as I place a hand on the top of her head, moving her a little faster, rougher—forcing her to take it further down her throat.

Camille gags slightly when the head of my cock slams against the back of her throat, and I chuckle thickly.

Reaching forward, I grab the sides of her face and hold her in place while I thrust my hips upward, slamming it against her tender throat over and over again. She starts to fight me, to get me to stop, but this is what we both wanted, and now she has to take it.

As an act of mercy, I fist her hair and yank her backward, grinning when I see the rope of saliva from her mouth to the head of my cock.

“My turn,” I whisper as I let go of her hair, grip her by the elbows, and pull her roughly toward me.

I stand up and kiss her violently, shoving my tongue into her mouth, probing it hungrily, before I toss her onto the bed like a common whore.

Camille looks up at me with eyes full of fear and longing as I reach for her shorts and give them a vicious yank, pulling them free and tossing them to the side.

I move toward the edge of the bed and waste no time in beginning to tease her.

There’s already a small wet spot on her red cotton briefs, and I take full advantage of the fact that she’s ready to fuck.

I trace her slit over the soft material.

With each mewl and gasp, I’m sure to take my time, the tip of my finger gently grazing where I know her clit is.

Up and down.

Top to bottom.

Until I’m finally ready to taste the sweet nirvana between her legs.

ChapterFourteen

My tongue lapsat the hardened nub, my nose inhaling the scent of her. The small strip of equally cinnamon-brown colored, short hair tickles my upper lip each time I move forward to suck on her clit.

Camille tastes even better than I thought she would, and I would happily die on my knees right now in front of her, eating her sweet, little pussy.

I go back to flicking my tongue against her clit, then place a finger at the entrance oftruenirvana, gently pushing it into her warm, wet core. She gasps and reaches for my head, tangling her fingers in my hair.

I chuckle against her pussy as I begin to fuck her gently with my forefinger, all while assaulting her sensitive bud with my tongue.

I haven’t had my fill of her pussy yet, but I stop because the only thing that’s going to satiate both of us now is me fucking her.